<?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-9037592</id><updated>2012-02-14T02:52:18.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a corner of my mind</title><subtitle type='html'>sharing my world with you....

每当我们真心拥抱，
就能感觉爱情对彼此的意义</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-5479524219613659929</id><published>2011-11-08T03:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T03:54:17.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I have a thought that i have been thinking for days or maybe even weeks. I am thinking of ending it. But something is holding me back. I am afraid that I will regret the decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong for him to be focus on his career? I think it not wrong but there should be a balanced. I am not asking for him to meet me every other day. But maybe just once a week. Just something to show that I'm still in his mind and heart. Now I totally feel like a mistress to his job. Which I hate very much. I did said to him last week that I find all these really hard and difficult and I don't think I can continue. His reply to me, "when u first know me, u know my work schedule is like this, why complain about things now.  And we both agree that we will take things slowly and naturally. Right? " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miserable. I think I will talk to him soon. Whatever the outcome, I will bear it. If it ended, then we are just not meant to be.&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/9037592-5479524219613659929?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/5479524219613659929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=5479524219613659929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/5479524219613659929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/5479524219613659929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2011/11/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-1542837311124696714</id><published>2010-11-21T10:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T10:21:26.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta-Da!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/20/2753.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/20/s_2753.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/20/2754.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/20/s_2754.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/20/2755.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/20/s_2755.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is tada, sue-lyn youngest and newest cat. Super cute with super 'ter' look n big eyes. Also loves Brutus a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/20/2757.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/20/s_2757.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue puts her on a harness and will bring her out of the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Bukit%20Panjang%20Ring%20Rd,,Singapore%401.386867%2C103.764769&amp;z=10'&gt;Bukit Panjang Ring Rd,,Singapore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-1542837311124696714?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/1542837311124696714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=1542837311124696714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/1542837311124696714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/1542837311124696714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2010/11/ta-da.html' title='Ta-Da!!!!'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-5806746653991773609</id><published>2010-11-21T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T00:09:00.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iblogger</title><content type='html'>trying this new iblogger again. not sure if I can put photos with this.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-5806746653991773609?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/5806746653991773609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=5806746653991773609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/5806746653991773609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/5806746653991773609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2010/11/iblogger.html' title='iblogger'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-4139460429032219818</id><published>2010-11-19T14:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:32:27.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pen my blog</title><content type='html'>Trying to use this new app on my iPhone to write on blogspot. It's called pen my blog. The layout is easy to use. Bit can't post picture which is a pity. Maybe I really have to spend $2.99 and buy the other app. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-4139460429032219818?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/4139460429032219818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=4139460429032219818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/4139460429032219818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/4139460429032219818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2010/11/pen-my-blog.html' title='pen my blog'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-3264429252845630846</id><published>2010-11-19T13:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:10:00.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography Lessons</title><content type='html'>Saturday, May 1, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PHOTOGRAPHY LESSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I going for a photography class tomorrow. Had my DSLR camera for a while now but never really know the camera that well. Thru my internet surfing, i do know my aperture and speed slightly. But sometimes it still a lot of try and error. 1st class tomorrow is to the basic functions of the camera and going thru all the aperture, F/stop, speed, ISO bits. And also looking through our photos. Hopefully it would be interesting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, May 8, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ROBERT DOWNEY JR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was you-tubing Robert Downey Jr clips on Iron Man interviews. Came across a clip where he was singing. My gosh, he is good! Especially like ‘Men like me’. By the way, he wrote this song himself. Imagine listening to his raspy, low, sexy voice in the middle of the night. Wow, yummy! I would sure think i would have a very good dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here a link to listen to my fav so far, ‘Men Like Me’.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TWa2jXqopVY&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, June 12, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;INSPIRATION WRITING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to write. In uni last time, writing my assignment pieces are the best cause i get to blah blah blah for pages and pages. Now asking me to write will take a lot from me. I need inspiration and motivation to be able to write nicely, fluently and charmingly.  Maybe it has something to do with the fact i started to not feel like talking much anymore. I would like to keep to myself if i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, July 11, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;RELOCATE TO CEBU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rnUqw4Mfo4/TOYUnX9cMhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZUBfIHvkAww/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rnUqw4Mfo4/TOYUnX9cMhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZUBfIHvkAww/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541139058205143570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 4th day I’m in cebu. Everything that happens last week was like in a dream. I email an application for a job in cebu on fri afternoon, I got the job on fri night. And on wed night i suppose to leave for cebu to work for 6mths. it been a crazy and rush 5 days. &lt;br /&gt;So here i am. In the island of cebu, with beaches, sea and the sun. 1st day in the office was lots of people meeting, name knowing and familiarizing the place.  A lot of people who work here are foreign expats, as in the white caucasian. Not many asian. The asian here are normally students in the school that my company has.  During these 4days, many people mistaken me for korean and a intern/student at bigfoot. When i tell them I’m the talent manager, many were shocked.  I tend not to talk a lot when I’m in a new environment, cause i am observing my surroundings and the people.  So far, my boss seem happy with me since i found a girl that is good and fit all his requirements. it pure luck, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Cebu is really hot and sunny place so the beach is a good place to go to.  But i not going to the beach this week. Maybe in the next few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;Going around in cebu really make me a bit frustrated to go out. cause i need to get a taxi and this irritated me. always long queue at taxi stand, and i truly miss my little green car back home.  alright.... shall stop writing now. watching men in black 1 on axn now. there so many cable channels here on my tv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, July 13, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PHILIPPINES VERSION OF CHINESE FOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rnUqw4Mfo4/TOYTodJiqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kNpee2Nclds/s1600/IMG_0639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rnUqw4Mfo4/TOYTodJiqUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/kNpee2Nclds/s320/IMG_0639.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541137977266317634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rnUqw4Mfo4/TOYT9o8P_wI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EpLriuW_tRc/s1600/IMG_0640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rnUqw4Mfo4/TOYT9o8P_wI/AAAAAAAAAAw/EpLriuW_tRc/s320/IMG_0640.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541138341209046786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my colleagues ask me if i interested to have chowking. I ask, ‘what that’? Their reply, ‘Oh, our version of chinese food in philippines’.&lt;br /&gt;Although i just had my lunch. I thought, Heck why not’?&lt;br /&gt;So there i was looking at the menu (the pic on the left).  It has things like porridge, beef noodles, fried rice, tofu and siew mai. But there are things i dont understand in the menu. Like Asado/Bola-bola, Naicha, Funchum, Chiacharap.  So i asked... and i got the following answers.&lt;br /&gt;    Asado/Bola-bola - Giant Pork Bao (Pic on the right)&lt;br /&gt;    Naicha - Ice milk tea (i found out it with jelly. bits like bubble tea. AND extreme sweet)&lt;br /&gt;    Chiacharap - Keropok (they eat with vinegar. NICE!)&lt;br /&gt;    Funchum - I have no idea what is it. I think maybe some glass jelly drink?&lt;br /&gt;    Lumpiang Shanghai -any idea what is it? (oops, i just google it. its PORK SPRING ROLLS!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, July 18, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CHOW KING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered Chow King in that day. Was lazy to cook.  Had a Yang Chow Fried rice, with an egg (100p) and Kangkong with chinese bagoong. I have no idea what is bagoong so i decide to try. It turns out its shrimp paste. The kangkong is just blanched in water. Nothing special. Fried rice also so so only. I think its to fit the pinoy taste.  They like food with strong flavours.  Its always too salty for me, esp their soup. I also order keropok. I love the keropok only cause it comes with this vinegar chili sauce. Nice, yummy. I kept the sauce and had it with my tuna maconari today.  :)&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/9037592-3264429252845630846?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/3264429252845630846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=3264429252845630846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/3264429252845630846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/3264429252845630846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2010/11/photography-lessons.html' title='Photography Lessons'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rnUqw4Mfo4/TOYUnX9cMhI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZUBfIHvkAww/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-6435124356544223622</id><published>2009-08-05T03:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T03:38:51.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>romantic comedy</title><content type='html'>i am someone who LOVES romantic comedies. i think most girls do also. I watch a lot of romantic comedy also. korean, japanese, english, american, chinese and be it dramas or movies. since im quite free these days, i started re-watching coffee prince. if any of you are like me, you would have watch this wonderful drama series from korean.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the leading actor (real name: gong yoo) is so charming, well dressed and so adorable. the lead actress(real name: Yoon Eun Hye is a endearing character, hardworking and very cute in her own way at times. this series is very popular around asia and has given gong yoo his leading man status around the region too.  i think the formula to a successful romantic comedy are these factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the characters must be very like-able. not necessary for audience to identify with them.  Look at coffee prince, the guy is the heir of a food empire in south korea. the girl has to disguise herself as a man to work hard and support her family. this scenario will not happen in modern day singapore.  but the series is still as successful here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. dialogues that would make your legs goes soft, send a 'tingle' down your spine and then u go 'arhhhhh, so sweet'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. fantastic wardrobe department to doll up the lead characters.  Clothes make a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. and lastly, music is DAMN IMPORTANT. music changes the feeling one has during that particular scene. for example, in horror films, the ghost will always come out when the music suddenly stops or reach a crescendo part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. of course if the leading man is very cute, that would be plus point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seem like we do know all the formula there is to a successful romantic comedy. but WHY IS IT THAT SINGAPORE CANT PRODUCE ONE LIKE THAT? reason is simple. we lack the talent. Actors and scripts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-6435124356544223622?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/6435124356544223622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=6435124356544223622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/6435124356544223622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/6435124356544223622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2009/08/romantic-comedy.html' title='romantic comedy'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-1516070362145610625</id><published>2009-07-20T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:57:16.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy or not?</title><content type='html'>I do have many things to write about. Many topics i want to write about. Like recently, I research on the history of sanitary pads (ie: who invented it, the evolution of the pads). Then also i think i should start writing my story on the singapore doggie. Or finally setup my website and MY BIZ. Aiyoh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everyday seem to move so fast. I wake up at 10plus everyday, feed brutus, then it seem to be lunch time liao. By the time i decided what to eat, its already at least late afternoon. :)  Then not long after that, its time to feed brutus for dinner. Then, my turn to eat. aiyoh...then night fall, i watch a few shows on tv, then time to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does that make me lazy or not? Or i still am procrastinating about the things i want to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-1516070362145610625?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/1516070362145610625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=1516070362145610625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/1516070362145610625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/1516070362145610625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2009/07/lazy-or-not.html' title='lazy or not?'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-3125569140457570267</id><published>2009-06-04T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:35:01.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Started</title><content type='html'>work for jack movie has started.  working on a new genre that i have not tried before. that’s horror. i dont watch horror movies so for me to do horror is quite a challenge. and furthermore, we shooting in the jungle. probably physically quite draining for a girl. but so far so good. i quite surprised at my own stamina too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-3125569140457570267?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/3125569140457570267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=3125569140457570267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/3125569140457570267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/3125569140457570267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2009/06/work-started.html' title='Work Started'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-6648187972277642804</id><published>2009-06-04T12:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:34:30.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY thoughts on the matter</title><content type='html'>i had a surprise call on sun. came as a shock to me that she will call me to ask me to meet her. i thot she will just reply my email at the most.  i wasnt very sure how i feel when i saw her name on my phone. seem weird to me... feel strange. she say we should meet up cause she dun want me to hearsay from others what had happened. she want to meet also cause of a conversation i had with her with regards to someone. she told me she still believe what i said during our last conversation.  she told me it a problem between us and the problems are different from what others felt.&lt;br /&gt;i dun know what to decipher from these words. Is the problems what i had been thinking all along? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told her i can meet her today but she sms me she cant meet late last night cause she rushing a report.  I understand. we will meet up after the 26th, after my shoot. frankly speaking, i cant wait to hear what she has to say. i just very curious.  To me, she had never seem possessive towards friends. i do know that she does take care of me like a sister. so maybe when ‘he’ appears, her role as a sister becomes lessen and she dun feel good abt it?  also probably she doesnt like the fact that we stop communicating to each other after a while. I talk much less to her during the shoot. that i know for sure.  or maybe she feel the stress when i scold others and others tell her abt it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let see what happen when we meet. i also told myself that i will keep cool. i will not be angry. cause things are over. no point getting angry abt it.  we both are tired, stress, angry at that time so we both cant think straight. now after few mths apart, probably things will be better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cross my fingers and toes* i truly hope things will be better and we will still be friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-6648187972277642804?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/6648187972277642804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=6648187972277642804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/6648187972277642804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/6648187972277642804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-thoughts-on-matter.html' title='MY thoughts on the matter'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-8112592266612626460</id><published>2009-06-04T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:33:29.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 reflections &amp; 2009 resolutions</title><content type='html'>QUOTE OF THE DAY: 'There are 2 sides to every coin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008.&lt;br /&gt;Not a good year for me, i feel.  I’m someone who feeds a lot on energy and vibes from people around me so when my friends deserted me, I was lost . But then again, whatever doesnt kill me will make me stronger ya? So yes, I think I have survived it. It takes a lot of time. Have I found my piece of mind, my sanity? I’m not sure. But what I can say is this, i dont care now.  All I care now is myself. Making myself happy is good enough.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people would feel why I didnt explain myself. But i dont feel the need to. They have the right to say whatever they want. I will only explain my side of the story if people asked. Friends who knows me will know there is always two sides to the coin, ie: 2 sides of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009.&lt;br /&gt;This year is supposed to be my last year in freelance. I want to do projects that I want to do, that i believed in. Movies is still my interest. Now is a matter of doing the different genres, like horror or filming at difficult locations. So hopefully my projects gets confirmed faster as people starts to get more optimistic about the economy.  I’m starting to get bored.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told Brenda that the next movie I’m doing is horror. And its a story that all of us believed that its true. She seem not so keen for me to do it (i think cause of what happen in Funeral Party). But i think that is a isolated case la. People on that set are all quite crazy.  And this time round, I’m working with people I dont know except for the director. So that might be better.  New environment, New working colleagues.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’m still quite concerned abt T. I did wanted to ask Brenda how is she few days back but never seem to be able to get it out of my mouth.  So i’m glad I asked today.  Somehow i know she will called Brenda.  At least she will still ask about me. Maybe to ask if I’m still alive, still surviving or not.  Well, we see how the situation goes.  I dont hope for anything/miracle. Even if T talks to me again, things will not be the same. I quite sure abt that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to clear this misunderstanding and at least what the hell happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-8112592266612626460?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/8112592266612626460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=8112592266612626460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/8112592266612626460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/8112592266612626460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2009/06/2008-reflections-2009-resolutions.html' title='2008 reflections &amp; 2009 resolutions'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-82731892912293690</id><published>2009-06-04T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:30:56.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shanghai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I was in Shanghai recently for about 2 weeks. Many people ask me ‘How’s Shanghai’? I seriously didnt do anything much there. Mainly chilling out, watching lots of HK TV serial. I think it really a holiday for me to relax and rest my mind. Since i can feel the strain when i did Love Matters. Mainly it a mentally strain and of course physically tired. I seldom fell sick before a shoot ended.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about Shanghai. What strike me most about that place is its people. Most Shanghainese can speak a good deal of English. I think it cause of the 2008 Olympics and also more china people are getting richer and more exposed to the ang moh culture and language.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&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/9037592-82731892912293690?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/82731892912293690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=82731892912293690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/82731892912293690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/82731892912293690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2009/06/shanghai.html' title='Shanghai'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-5957422196084220419</id><published>2009-01-16T03:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T03:19:26.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm moving.</title><content type='html'>I'm moving to a mobileme (mac) server.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://web.me.com/weiweilee/Weis_universe/Welcome.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-5957422196084220419?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-5095763977085963397</id><published>2008-12-24T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:12:04.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" width="448" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.sun7news.com/flash.php?videoCode=210kLS0N0Z952y91APpL" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="videoCode=210kLS0N0Z952y91APpL" /&gt;&lt;param name="BGCOLOR" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.sun7news.com/flash.php?videoCode=210kLS0N0Z952y91APpL" quality="high" width="448" height="355" align="" 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It so bad that I had to run away... run away to work in a totally new environment and hopefully for a long period of time too. I dont understand why people had to do this. Why must they judge me like this? It hurts that someone i trusted so much had turned her back on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i heard what Bee told me, I was speechless and then the reality hits me. I wanted to cry... my voice was breaking and I know Bee knows. I tried to shield them from Glen, protect them from Glen yelling. But in the end, what do i get??? All i get is my so called friends saying that I'm sucking up to Glen. Up till today, my heart still aches when I think about it.  I know I not the same anymore. I not so happy anymore. No more happy go lucky weiwei cause this incident really affects me greatly. I dont know when i will recover from it.  It makes it worse cause I feel that Brenda also think that I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously what is wrong with me knowing another guy? What is wrong with me getting involved with a man? Is it so wrong for me to find someone else attractive other than always hanging out with my friends. They think that my work is affected cause of him. I still dont see it leh. I did what i suppose to do. We are all professional and i expect the things to be done when i told them about it. How many times do i need to say it? how many times do i need to repeat myself? They cant expect the whole production to be runned like for drama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel that my heart is dead. I too hurt by this. i dont want to say or do anything anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-2476246870753853629?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/2476246870753853629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=2476246870753853629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/2476246870753853629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/2476246870753853629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-hurts.html' title='it hurts.'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-3592896574255349008</id><published>2008-09-10T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:31:01.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No confidence</title><content type='html'>every time when it's late at night, i will start thinking of things. I tend to imagine a lot, good and bad things.  I might feel confident about a certain issue in the day but when it comes to the night, i will suddenly lost form and totally lost all my confidence on the subject. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just moment ago, i suddenly have this feeling that T will not call me. She most likely is still angry with me. She probably had not read the email or maybe she has... aiyah, see.. this is what i meant by i totally lost confidence. shit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to think anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-3592896574255349008?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/3592896574255349008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=3592896574255349008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/3592896574255349008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/3592896574255349008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-confidence.html' title='No confidence'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-7421244467090706253</id><published>2008-09-03T10:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:38:06.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>did a project, lost my friends</title><content type='html'>I finish the project in Penang but end up losing my friends. I did asked myself, 'Is all these worth it'? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my temper on the day when we are supposed to come back to singapore. It a penned up frustration built up during the 6 weeks of shoot. It very very miserable for me. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my ex friends say I'm too fierce during shoot. Kept yelling and scolding them. They say they dont trust me cause whatever i say is not true, I tell lies. This is Fucking production leh... where got things doesnt change.  And i specify remember that P did tell me to stick to 1pm for the other artist calltime. Then again, there will be no way to say who is right or wrong cause i dont have proof. it's her word against mine. And since everyone is on her side, I will naturally lose. Anyway, i always misunderstood what they meant. Like on the last day in penang... Thinking back, it seem like it fate that all these will happened. Cause really to my understanding at that time, they are supposed to tell Glen that DD will pick him at 8.45am. All i need to do is to co-ordinate the part if crew not ready and tell Glen that DD is stuck in a traffic jam. THey just assumed that I will tell Glen about the plans.  Why they will just assume it??????!!!! WHY???!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah,  forget about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway cause of all these, they start to boycott me, stay away from me. Some even say I might be possessed by the evil spirt since it was the Chinese 7th month during the time of shoot. If they all think I'm really is possessed or i turning into a monster, why wouldnt they as a friend tell me what I am becoming? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they didnt, they just let me be... Reason being, they are scared of being scolded. Now I see what my so called friends really are... They are just friends during fun and laughter NOT someone who will stand by you during your bad times and good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from all these personal problems I have, I am everyday, every min under tremendous stress from everyone. Yes, i understand that all these are part and parcel of the job. I accept it but i need the support of all my so called friends. My lunch break is never a real lunch break cause every1 will be asking me qns. It gets even more frustrating when we are out for toilet break and i see every1 sitting around, having lunch, talking and laughing while we worked our ass off thru lunch.  Larry and Glen doesnt talk much to each other. I always have to be the bridge between them. Larry is getting frustrated with things after the 1st week of shoot, and i'm really trying my very best to make sure he will not walk out of set. I'm under constant pressure to make sure I finish all the scheduled scenes everyday cause i know if i dont, I will have difficulty putting it on another day. Being the one doing the overall filming schedule is also another added pressure on me. Constant changing of schedule, juggling with all the artists schedule is already a headache.  I not only have to think of the shots i have that day, but also the schedule for the next day, the next week, the next next week.  A master filming schedule is normally controlled by the production manager but this time round I took over cause i feel it easier for me to communicate with Glen. Maybe i shouldnt have done it.  Maybe it a wrong move from the start of the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda told me yesterday that T spoke to her before she left for penang in July.  They spoke about my close friendship with D. Seriously speaking i only see it as harmless plain flirting with each other. BUt T is worried that it will affect my work, maybe even cloud my mind about things AND even be too over the top abt it.  I know she not happy abt me getting close to D. She always remind me that there is still B around. But i'm still a woman. It feels damn good when i get this sort of attention esp since it been a while. Yes, B is around but he is never the touchy sort of person, verbally and physically. So even b4 she left for penang, she already had a biased and set mind abt me. It gets worse when she sees me talking to D, smiling and laughing and will assume that we are again flirting. But seriously most of the time, we are talking about work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is all these worth it??? I must say it make me see things clearer, it makes me know who are my friends. Yes, i still do treasure my friendship with T. but my pride is preventing me from writing a email or even sms her. I am very very miserable now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-7421244467090706253?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/7421244467090706253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=7421244467090706253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/7421244467090706253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/7421244467090706253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2008/09/did-project-lost-my-friends.html' title='did a project, lost my friends'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-5537712595065923634</id><published>2008-08-28T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:36:32.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going home</title><content type='html'>I'm going home soon... in 4days later. There still 3 more days of shoot to be done. I so glad that this project is finishing soon. I have NEVER felt so relieved that a project is ending. I must admit that Glen is a very nice man although temperamental at times. It takes some time for both of us to know each other.  And he does treat me very well, always making sure that I'm happy with things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My DOP and i was talking the other day and we causally spoke about our thoughts of this production. Like I said to him, my hands are tied. In a Asia film production, a 1st AD doesnt have as much power and authority as a 1st AD in UK or US. Here in Asia, when i'm slightly fiercer to people (which i was for the 1st 3weeks), I will be condemn as a bad and evil person and its a BIG NO NO NO. These people doesnt even know that there so many times i save their ass, their job and all they know is to turn round to the producer and cry that I have been a big meanie. There so many many times Director will questioned me what they are doing, are they doing their work. It very very tough. When things goes wrong and the Director questioned, it will always be me who get the blame and scolding first even though it completely none of my biz. That why from that day onwards, I refused to help anyone anymore. If they dont do it well, Director will scream at them not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know T is trying to talk to me again abt things, maybe to mend things up (I hope). When it rains yesterday and i was under the rain without hat or umbrella, i saw her walking towards me at the corner of my eyes with a umbrella wanting to shelter me. But I called for standby to go for a take and that was when she left. She ask me today if I want to go home on the 1st flight since B is flying off to Tokyo on the very same day I going back to sg. At least she is concerned that I do want to go back and see B. It will be another 6days more before i can meet B. She say at least i can drive him to the airport. Oh well, never mind la. I will have lots to say to him. Better see him when there more time for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round, I'm going back to rest. I mean Totally really rest for a month plus. I going to Shanghai in Oct since my parents are there. Going to eat lots of stuff there and buy lots. For sept, I think i going to revamp my room. Throw away MORE... more unwanted/useless things.  i think less cluttered in the room in better for the energy  and the mind.  Its 12.30am and i have a early call tomolo. Tomolo i have a big scene that involves LOTS of choreography and smart extras. It tough cause we havent been getting the best extras in Penang. I hope the scene will work out well and we would be able to finish on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Truly hope that tomolo will not rain. Pls GOD. I have no more time to squeeze in any more scenes into any days.  Let there be a sunny and blue day tomolo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-5537712595065923634?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/5537712595065923634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=5537712595065923634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/5537712595065923634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/5537712595065923634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2008/08/going-home.html' title='Going home'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-5852451558729761576</id><published>2008-08-23T14:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:20:33.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>This project in Penang has me thinking about a lot of things. During the course of this, I came to realized lots of things and learn more about people around me. People and things are not as simple as you think it is... It sadden me to think that some people who i used to think are very nice is not actually good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I feel are not the same between T and me anymore. We need to talk about what happened cause if not we will always be bothered by the fact that we had this huge argument. i want to know what happened. T used to be able to tell me everything, eg: what she feel i have done wrong, her thoughts about situation, abt the project, about people. Yes, i must say she knows me well, but sometimes i feel that she doesnt. She knows that something must be bothering or affecting me for me to say that anyone can take over me anytime.  Something about what P say. What she mentioned to me that day comforted me a little. But it also something that I know. I could have walk out of this project 2 weeks back, but i didnt. Only because of my director. I know he needs me and i do not want to break his trust. I spend at least 2 mths with him to get his trust. And P thinks that it so easy for anyone to take over me. hahahahaha. It makes me want to laugh sometimes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole episode of things make me look at people closely. Tells me not to trust people so easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go home, to find back my sanity in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-5852451558729761576?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/5852451558729761576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=5852451558729761576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/5852451558729761576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/5852451558729761576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2008/08/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-6939408858594850205</id><published>2008-07-28T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:33:21.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In penang</title><content type='html'>Filming has begin. this is already the 2nd week of shoot. Not too bad so far. Quite tiring during the 1st few days cause got to wake up at 5am every morning. it crazy. Now, the body clock kinda get used to it liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him and me have been very busy lately. didnt get to talk much. i do very much want to talk more to him but it seem so difficult cause i'm always on set. i also find him slightly different after my one week stay in sg. Think my producer must have said something abt 'she doesnt like to have ppl going into relationship on set'. cause she mention that briefly to me. well, anyway, we still try to get every chance to talk at least a day. i know he trying not to be so close to me on set cause many ppl are looking at us. When we go out for dinner alone, we always say we in a meeting. make things easier....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like it when a man keeps his word. he told me he will call me yesterday after his movie, he really did. which is what i like. that is an extra point for him.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... i hope this goes somewhere...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-6939408858594850205?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/6939408858594850205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=6939408858594850205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/6939408858594850205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/6939408858594850205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-penang.html' title='In penang'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-2208782283862819866</id><published>2008-06-29T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T17:19:48.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no title</title><content type='html'>I'm back from KL for one week this time. have been traveling to and fro KL, SG and Penang. Its damn tiring to travel like that okie. I was looking at my previous post. Wow... that was when i just started on this project. Now KL has become my 2nd home. I so used to it now. But for me to live there for good, I still need to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually  I think i met someone over in malaysia. (let's call him D). But i dont want to put myself so completely into it first. I'm afraid that it will turn out bad like all the others. I kept telling myself not to raise my hopes too high. Kept telling myself also that it is casual flirting, just a fling and nothing more. No expectation is good.  He is very nice and sweet to me. MCP man who wants to be in control of everything. but that fine with me. i quite used to being a 小女人when i'm not on set, working. Not sure how this will turn out. He will take every opportunity he has to try to hug me everytime.  for example, when i goes back to sg, or when i goes back to Kl from SG.  He even hug me to tell me bye when we are off for the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I noticed he only do that to me. There also other incident where i think there might be something going on between us. But I kept telling myself not to read too much into these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my the other fren, B.  During my absence in Singapore, B tells me that day over msn that he needs my attention!!... with explanation mark somemore. When i questioned him abt it, his reply is 'nothing'. aiyah.. MEN... why cant you guys just admit it. Do you know it very tiring to keep guessing what you are thinking?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah.. shoot starting soon. Workload are piling. Me getting busy with the preparation. I think love has to wait or be secondary first.  I such a workholic lor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-2208782283862819866?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/2208782283862819866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=2208782283862819866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/2208782283862819866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/2208782283862819866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-title.html' title='no title'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-3993515468129121033</id><published>2008-06-09T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T00:58:20.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in KL</title><content type='html'>i'm writing this from KL. Been here for almost 9days liao. Its a new project that takes me to shoot in Penang. Seem like a fun project cause many ppl to learn from. But lots of incompetent and non experienced ppl on the project too. That kinda pissed me off cause i cant concentrate on my AD work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will have to travel to and fro from sg, Kl, penang quite often these days. it quite a nightmare i must say. all the travel.. think it worse when i have to be away from sg for so long. i kinda miss talking to him, the closeness we have. at least it just a phone call away but now it at least 5hrs bus ride away. sigh... And i spending my birthday away too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i do take up the next project, it be again be in KL and judging how it goes, i  will miss his birthday too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.. what to do.. i such a workholic mah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-3993515468129121033?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/3993515468129121033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=3993515468129121033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/3993515468129121033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/3993515468129121033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-kl.html' title='in KL'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-425858437468755337</id><published>2008-05-02T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:32:39.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Dreams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt sometimes. scary dreams, sweet dreams, funny dreams... all sorts actually. recently i had a scary dream after watching a disease terror movie on ch5. I dreamt that the animals in this world has turn violent. They starting to bite humans, tearing at thhe human skin. it was a horrific scene. In my dreams, I was scare and running away from them.. my 2 guinea pig, toto and strike had turn against me. in a moment of happiness, i saw brutus, my british bulldog at the top of a small mountain. He turn and look at me.  'looks normal to me, ' i thought. I ran towards brutus. but as i approach him, brutus bare his sharp teeth at me and charge towards me. I Ran.. ran very very fast.... down the slope... running for my life... THEN, i woke up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister couldnt stop laughing at me. my friends too. i have always been a very visually person. I remember things, moving objects better than numbers. sigh.. .gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thum told me that she will dream every single night, without fail. her friend thinks that thum doesnt actually sleep. if fact, she hasnt slept all her life. i would think it true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we dream, are we sleeping, resting or is our sub-consciousness mind still at work, galavanting away to the corners of our mind, our fantasy land?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that would remain a mystery unless some scientist make a discovery. Or has it already been discovered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall try and dream of the answer tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-425858437468755337?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/425858437468755337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=425858437468755337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/425858437468755337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/425858437468755337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2008/05/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-1655673682265706849</id><published>2008-04-24T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T00:46:59.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a wrap!</title><content type='html'>Finally, MNe2 has completed filming. 39days of filming, 1 mth of preparation finally, its done. Now having my well-needed break. During these period, i have lost my temper countless time on set. Everyone has now seen the ugly side of weiwei. haha... what to do? Cant always be the sweet and nice weiwei if not not everyone will bully me on set. haha.. then again, lots of people say i'm the chilli padi.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing my temper is not good. cause i had a argument with a fren on set. she a good fren, on and off set and also a good partner when it comes to work. so it definitely not a good thing when that happen. luckily we had a talk and everything is alright now. think the volcano needs to erupt once and it be tame already. And I'm glad this agrument didnt spoilt our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few more days of rest before i start on another one. But this time more relaxed cause i'm just the production accountant. I think it good. can relax and earn money at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i miss him. shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-1655673682265706849?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/1655673682265706849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=1655673682265706849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/1655673682265706849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/1655673682265706849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-wrap.html' title='it&apos;s a wrap!'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-3459447621030312225</id><published>2008-03-29T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T23:35:57.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;just finish 4 days of over night shoot. now got 3days of off day. me havent been in the best of moods recently. Think it the stress of work. worried about every single thing. this is not good cause it makes me angry with everyone. its tiredly. very tiredly..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;when i under stress, i tend to like to buy things. that when i have lots of impulse buy. this round, i want to buy a new ultra mobile pc. am thinking it either the asus eee pc or Kohjinsha. asus eee has green color but only 4GB and runs on linux. Kohjinsha is more ex but runs on windows. I trying to buy a 2nd hand one for $620. hopefully the person will sell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/9037592-3459447621030312225?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/3459447621030312225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=3459447621030312225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/3459447621030312225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/3459447621030312225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2008/03/blah-blah-blah.html' title='blah blah blah'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-8067762687391674879</id><published>2008-02-10T16:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T16:01:38.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me in Hokkaido, Sapporo Japan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95474858@N00/2253783281/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2166/2253783281_0720ae480b_m.jpg" height="207" width="240" alt="Hokkaido, Sapporo, Japan"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will post more pics up once i figure how to use this new software&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-8067762687391674879?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/8067762687391674879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=8067762687391674879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/8067762687391674879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/8067762687391674879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2008/02/me-in-hokkaido-sapporo-japan.html' title='me in Hokkaido, Sapporo Japan!'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2166/2253783281_0720ae480b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-5671081797402306512</id><published>2008-02-10T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T04:01:11.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 2008</title><content type='html'>i wonder how does people blog everyday about any single thing they see. I feel that blogging or diary writing in the old days needs inspiration. I seem to have lots of things to blog about b4 i log onto my blog. But once it, I dont feel like writing anymore. Does it mean i'm just plain lazy or i totally lack inspiration?  I think i'm also someone who needs to be in the mood to do things and also i need to have a dateline for things. If not, i tend to wait, and wait, and wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how did everyone spend their CNY? me? the usual things. day 1 is always to visit aunties' place which normally means just one location cause everyone will gather at one house. Day 2 is normally to go to malaysia to visit the relatives from my mum side. every year these become a usual routine that it have become really boring for me, esp this year. dont know why. dont feel like going anywhere except laze in bed the whole day watching videos on youtube. I'm really quite addicated to it. normally i will watch the taiwanese variety show or watch clips on aska yang. he becoming really quite popular these days. every time he sings, he remind me of Ah du. they both have the same deep voice, except maybe aska sang some songs with more feelings. I also havent seen a male artiste that cries so easily. amazing. he really can be called SNAG, 'Sensitive New Age Guy'.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. i better go and sleep.  its 4am now. tomolo is the last day of CNY holidays. Mon got to go back to work. Mnnn... maybe i should go shopping tomolo. hahahaha... see how first. Dont know whether my lazy sister wants to go out or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-5671081797402306512?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/5671081797402306512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=5671081797402306512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/5671081797402306512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/5671081797402306512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-2008.html' title='CNY 2008'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-3991862678690872383</id><published>2007-09-10T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T01:19:03.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anxiety, panic, flustered all roll in one</title><content type='html'>i dont know what i feeling now. it seem to be a combination of feelings. I feeling anxiety about the project and also in quite panic mode cause it starting soon. Flustered, irriated and confused about my relationship with him. I know some people might call this PMS?? or maybe not. I think it a woman symptons. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of my close friends would know that i kinda of have a falling out with my 人字旁. Happen about 2 months ago. So we didnt meet for at least 2 months and only maybe communicate thru msn twice during the 2 mths. But cause my sister bought some things, meant to sell at his shop. so i have to meet him as my sis is on holiday in hk. it feels weird esp after not seeing each other for a while. the feeling is like 'seem a lot of things to ask and say, but nothing seem to come out'. i know both of us just dont know how to start on that topic why we fall out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend was around too. He even ask me why havent seen me for so long. Aks me if i have decided to abandon them. My answer was I'm busy'. But his friend dont believe. In the end, i have to tell him, you guys are very busy too mah. No time for me. Cause that what my 人字旁 will always say to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue during our meeting, he said something about 'dating without commitments'. Said he only learn about it recently from friends. People priority changes as we aged. I think if i'm 5yrs younger, i would agree that's good. But for me, i like commitments. it equal to a sense of security, a sense of peace. I'm tired. very tired of this more than a friend, less than a girlfriend sort of relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-3991862678690872383?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/3991862678690872383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=3991862678690872383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/3991862678690872383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/3991862678690872383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2007/09/anxiety-panic-flustered-all-roll-in-one.html' title='anxiety, panic, flustered all roll in one'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-6156906007220106556</id><published>2007-06-13T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T03:23:39.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life so far</title><content type='html'>My friends have been very anxious and excited for my love life. haha. thanks everyone for their concern. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he can be quite a idiot. It 2.48am now and i'm still talking to him online. And he still in office working. Such a workholic. yes, i do nag at him for working so late. but i know it cant be helped cause its his own business. but there still times when i feel very neglected. THAT WHY I SAY HE'S A IDIOT. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some who dun know what happened. here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario&lt;br /&gt;I was driving back to his place after supper. On way back home, he told me this:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: actually, k was thinking of naming the shop, 'W' after the main shop. But i scare you...&lt;br /&gt;W: scare i misunderstood...&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;W: mnn.. ya sure will misunderstood if that person knows you and me.&lt;br /&gt;B: ya, people will say you are the 老板娘.&lt;br /&gt;W: mnn.. 老板娘...i guess so.&lt;br /&gt;B: then i should give u a 名份。&lt;br /&gt;*LONG SILENCE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i was a bit shocked and dont know what to say. Cause he is someone who quite careful with his words and esp words like these. i've known him for so long and he has not said something like that to me at all. Some of my guy friends thinks he is testing his grounds, looking at my response. cause we been friends for so long, he dont want to shoot himself in the foot. My girl friends thinks it a sign and say i'm stupid not to ask him when is he giving me the 名份 at that time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its seem difficult to start the topic again. cause he been so busy with his new shop that we seldom get to meet. He always telling to rest more, esp after my production.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quite happy at how things turn out. Friends have been bugging me to ask him what he means but i think i rather take my time. he and i are comfortable with the current situation, then i think it fine. We not bf/gf in name, but it feels like... at least we take the heart to tell each other impt things abt what happened to us daily and each other whereabouts.  I have become someone who he can share his thoughts, his worries, his happiness with. That's enough for now. I'm contented. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-6156906007220106556?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/6156906007220106556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=6156906007220106556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/6156906007220106556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/6156906007220106556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-life-so-far.html' title='my life so far'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-1533054543259900520</id><published>2007-05-25T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T22:47:19.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>just finish sassy neighbour season 3. It was a very tiring shoot. Fell sick 2 days after production wrap. I have about 2 weeks before my next project starts. These are my goals for these 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. clear all the boxes in my room&lt;br /&gt;2. have a steamboat / small open house for all my friends&lt;br /&gt;3. wash and vacuumn my car&lt;br /&gt;4. bring my car for servicing&lt;br /&gt;5. go for a short holiday&lt;br /&gt;6. Oops.. forgot, i got to buy a pair of shoes for my cousin wedding. maybe a dress too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i being too ambitious? Nope.. i think i'm fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-1533054543259900520?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/1533054543259900520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=1533054543259900520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/1533054543259900520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/1533054543259900520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2007/05/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-4338412407531529439</id><published>2007-05-25T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T20:55:13.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I changing back to Blogspot</title><content type='html'>I dont know why wordpress kept logging me out of it. So i decide to switch back to blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;Here my new address www.weiweilee.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-4338412407531529439?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/4338412407531529439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=4338412407531529439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/4338412407531529439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/4338412407531529439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-changing-back-to-blogspot.html' title='I changing back to Blogspot'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-116045375996429200</id><published>2006-10-10T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T12:16:00.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&amp;#x4f60;&amp;#x5bf9;&amp;#x73b0;&amp;#x5728;&amp;#x7684;&amp;#x751f;&amp;#x6d3b;&amp;#x6ee1;&amp;#x8db3;&amp;#x5417;&amp;#xff1f;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#x4ec0;&amp;#x4e48;&amp;#x662f;&amp;#x7231;&amp;#xff1f;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#x4e00;&amp;#x591c;&amp;#x60c5;&amp;#xff1f;&amp;#x4f60;&amp;#x4f1a;&amp;#x5417;&amp;#xff1f;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i have these questions on my msn nick. My friends thinks that something is wrong with me. Am i feeling down and am not happy with my life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually nothing is wrong with me. I'm quite free nowadays and have more time to think about such things. So i thought i just ask these questions and see who answers me.  instead of getting answers, I get more questions asked. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think as the years goes by, I get more selective about who and what i do. It a good thing i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyoh.. my mind is all in a mess. I just realised I have no idea what i'm writing in the previous paragraph, no idea what i want to say. I got to go back to my script. It quite boring i must say...  nothing seem to make sense.. Gosh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-116045375996429200?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/116045375996429200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=116045375996429200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/116045375996429200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/116045375996429200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2006/10/questions.html' title='Questions??'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-114796783119908924</id><published>2006-05-18T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T02:05:42.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brutus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/148768476/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/47/148768476_ed97451f2d.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Brutus" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Brutus, a male british bull dog puppy. He staying at my house now. Very naughty and mischievous dog but he's learning very fast.  also he getting really fat. about 9kg now. quite a feat to climb up the stairs with him got a big belly already. U know what, cause of his big belly he cant climb down the stairs. haha. quite a funny sight. i will try and see if i can get a video to show every1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ginger is getting along with him very well. Quite a funny incident happen recently. I was cooking when i heard ginger barking. Looking thru the window, i saw ginger barking at something in the direction of my mum plants. when i walk to the living room, i saw brutus running in and hiding under the single seater sofa. ginger quickly follow and bark at her from a distance (like scolding her). So, i think , 'Brutus must have done something wrong'. True enough, the poor aloe vera plant is missing one of its stem. brutus is the murderer. cause he has a habit of bitting off my mum plants. (he just killed 1 plant today again) Ginger also very good. she knows that what Brutus is doing is wrong and scold her. haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked ginger today whether she wants brutus to stay with us for good. She wage her tail. it telling me that she wants brutus to stay. Sigh.. but what to do.. he cant leh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-114796783119908924?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/114796783119908924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=114796783119908924' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/114796783119908924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/114796783119908924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2006/05/brutus.html' title='Brutus'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-114728060616248524</id><published>2006-05-11T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T01:16:54.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ginger &amp; Brutus play fighting</title><content type='html'>Ginger and Brutus play fight... Funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FX7kTsAC108"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FX7kTsAC108" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-114728060616248524?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/114728060616248524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=114728060616248524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/114728060616248524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/114728060616248524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2006/05/ginger-brutus-play-fighting.html' title='Ginger &amp; Brutus play fighting'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-114726672708959291</id><published>2006-05-10T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T21:12:07.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan Funny Penguin</title><content type='html'>This is a very clever penguin from Japan. He goes to the fish market to buy fishes. ON HIS OWN!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ivk9Ka7e4Y8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ivk9Ka7e4Y8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-114726672708959291?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/114726672708959291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=114726672708959291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/114726672708959291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/114726672708959291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2006/05/japan-funny-penguin.html' title='Japan Funny Penguin'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-114716150213124126</id><published>2006-05-09T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T09:14:19.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blur me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today i'm quite unlucky or maybe i just blur. Went for a meeting today. On the way there, my fuel tank light indicates that it running low. So i thought, 'okie la, afterwards go pump petrol. no worries'. At the same time, my cashcard left only $4.49. so better top up right. since parking is damn expensive in singapore. Park the car already, then realise, 'SHIT, no wallet'. That means, 'no $$$, cant top up cashcard, cant pump petrol'. can die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So quickly finish the meeting. then rush back home in the fastest route, praying along the way that my car doesnt stop half way. In my mind, I was going thru who can i call if really i ran out of petrol. Think if that happens, I be the biggest joke around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when i came back and spoke to Fengyun online, I hit me that maybe the reason why i so blur today is cause i hitting the BIG 30s soon. OH NOooooo!! (Hey, no offense to those in their 30s hor. It's only me)  That got me competely freak out.. Dont you all out there have that too? it such a horrible thought. Eeeee.... mnn.. anyway, enough of me. Speaking of Fengyun, She just gave birth about 1 week ago. Here a pic of her BB, justin... Cutest baby i known. Serious.. also cause he doesnt cry when auntie weiwei carries him. Maybe my motherly instinct is coming out. HAHAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/143305980/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/54/143305980_72d35b05b4_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Fengyun BB" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTE CUTE (Justin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got new a born BB, also got new puppy. His Fred new puppy, Brutus. A naughty male British Bulldog. Full of mischief and learning fast. Puppy are like kids. Full of engery that never seem to end. Here a pic of Ginger and Brutus. Ginger went out to the garden to sun herself. Brutus also tag along and sat next to ginger. So i quickly and quietly sneak around to take this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/143303772/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/47/143303772_eb45d694d8_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Ginger &amp; Brutus" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also CUTE CUTE (Ginger &amp; Brutus)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-114716150213124126?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/114716150213124126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=114716150213124126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/114716150213124126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/114716150213124126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2006/05/blur-me.html' title='Blur me...'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-113561306366057288</id><published>2005-12-27T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T00:04:23.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>你为什么会喜欢我?</title><content type='html'>I was asked once before this question, &amp;#x4f60;&amp;#x4e3a;&amp;#x4ec0;&amp;#x4e48;&amp;#x4f1a;&amp;#x559c;&amp;#x6b22;&amp;#x6211;&amp;#xff1f;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to tell him the true answer to that question. But in the end, I didn't. If i had the chance again, this is what i would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#x6211;&amp;#x559c;&amp;#x6b22;&amp;#x4f60;&amp;#x56e0;&amp;#x4e3a;&amp;#x4f60;&amp;#x662f;&amp;#x4f60;&amp;#x3002;&amp;#x559c;&amp;#x6b22;&amp;#x4f60;&amp;#x662f;&amp;#x6ca1;&amp;#x6709;&amp;#x4efb;&amp;#x4f55;&amp;#x7406;&amp;#x7531;&amp;#x7684;&amp;#xff0c;&amp;#x4e5f;&amp;#x6ca1;&amp;#x6709;&amp;#x4e3a;&amp;#x4ec0;&amp;#x4e48;&amp;#x3002;&amp;#x5982;&amp;#x679c;&amp;#x771f;&amp;#x7684;&amp;#x8981;&amp;#x4e00;&amp;#x4e2a;&amp;#x7406;&amp;#x7531;&amp;#xff0c;&amp;#x6211;&amp;#x60f3;&amp;#x5e94;&amp;#x8be5;&amp;#x662f;&amp;#x4f60;&amp;#x5bf9;&amp;#x6211;&amp;#x7684;&amp;#x597d;&amp;#xff0c;&amp;#x4f60;&amp;#x5bf9;&amp;#x6211;&amp;#x7684;&amp;#x7ec6;&amp;#x5fc3;&amp;#x3002;&amp;#x6211;&amp;#x559c;&amp;#x6b22;&amp;#x548c;&amp;#x4f60;&amp;#x5728;&amp;#x4e00;&amp;#x8d77;&amp;#x7684;&amp;#x65f6;&amp;#x95f4;&amp;#xff0c;&amp;#x4f60;&amp;#x7ed9;&amp;#x6211;&amp;#x7684;&amp;#x90a3;&amp;#x4efd;&amp;#x70ed;&amp;#x60c5;(warmth to my heart) &amp;#xff0c;&amp;#x90a3;&amp;#x4efd;&amp;#x8bf4;&amp;#x4e0d;&amp;#x51fa;&amp;#x7684;&amp;#x5feb;&amp;#x4e50;&amp;#x3002;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#x6216;&amp;#x8bb8;&amp;#x8fd9;&amp;#x5c31;&amp;#x53eb;&amp;#x505a;&amp;#x7231;&amp;#x60c5;&amp;#x3002;&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/9037592-113561306366057288?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/113561306366057288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=113561306366057288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/113561306366057288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/113561306366057288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post_27.html' title='&amp;#x4f60;&amp;#x4e3a;&amp;#x4ec0;&amp;#x4e48;&amp;#x4f1a;&amp;#x559c;&amp;#x6b22;&amp;#x6211;?'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-113471608504645384</id><published>2005-12-16T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T14:54:45.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new car!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/69680047/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/9/69680047_5c6eb4e44d_o.gif" width="356" height="207" alt="getz_color_green" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THis is my new car!! hehehe.... license plate no Sxx2448k. Remember to buy 4D hor. Win more. hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;so happy abt my new car except that means i have to save save save. but that alright... cause i can dun buy new clothes, cds, shoes and bags. no more impulse buying lor. also, i want to accessories my car but leh... i dun know what. maybe a tissue box cover, a mini car dustbin. Any suggestion ppl?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-113471608504645384?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/113471608504645384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=113471608504645384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/113471608504645384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/113471608504645384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-new-car.html' title='my new car!!'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-113229156706606276</id><published>2005-11-18T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T14:14:59.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The car I going to get!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/64394226/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/64394226_4e9397462f_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! So exciting! I'm going to get myself a red hyundai getz. I went to test drive it yesterday and WOW! i like it! :)&lt;br /&gt;Now I doing my calculations whether i can afford it or not. Most likely i will only be getting next mth cause need to clear most of my credit card bill first. See la... *shake head* chuck up on credit card bill is no good for you. *shake head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT then, YEAP!!!! getting a red chilli padi car. hahaha... suit my feisty character. Those who knows me well  will know that true. hehehe... they will tell you NOT to get me on the wrong side, if not, u be in trouble... trouble.  My most recent incident is telling a uncle off for hitting my dad car in a 'scolding tone'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.. i got to go get ready to go out for VO. &lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-113229156706606276?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/113229156706606276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=113229156706606276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/113229156706606276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/113229156706606276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2005/11/car-i-going-to-get.html' title='The car I going to get!'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-113085062765028045</id><published>2005-11-01T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T09:28:27.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day @ sentosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/58500640/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/58500640_96fccbf96d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/58500583/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/58500583_af55cc1fbb_m.jpg" width="240" height="179" alt="Day @ Sentosa" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/58504475/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/27/58504475_d81ffb6896_m.jpg" width="240" height="159" alt="00990018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see... Ginger ears goes back when she is scared. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/58504436/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/58504436_3d883f669e_m.jpg" width="240" height="159" alt="00990017" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/58504405/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/58504405_bfbdc9fd36_o.jpg" width="240" height="159" alt="00990016" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeewei, sulyn, travis and VJ bought ginger, pug, k'lyn together with other bull terriers (in total there 5of them, i think) to sentosa. dogs and humans had lots of fun. Ginger is super afraid of water. i think it reminds her of bathing. Hahaha... so cute...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-113085062765028045?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/113085062765028045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=113085062765028045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/113085062765028045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/113085062765028045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2005/11/day-sentosa.html' title='Day @ sentosa'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-112720095259875858</id><published>2005-09-20T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T15:26:54.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More photos of ginger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/44948343/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/44948343_e764d64150_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="PICT0012" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger found a lobster on her way home from a walk with yeewei. See how much she loves that lobster. She stay with it for hours, not wanting to left the lobster alone. Maybe she thinking of eating it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/44948479/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/44948479_d213478969_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="PICT0032" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeewei say that ginger always not smiling in the photos... there... here a photo with ginger smiling. happy, yeewei??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/44948539/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/29/44948539_8479c71d90_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="PICT0202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look how slim ginger was. SHE CAN STILL WEAR THAT BLACK COLLAR. i bet if ginger wear that collar now, she will choke to death. also, you notice how empty the garden looks. yap, *nod head* this was before my mum plants starts to fill up the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/44948595/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/31/44948595_7ae1840758_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="ginger1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatata... ginger when she was a baby. CUTE, right?? Her ears are huge. Think sometimes, she purposely ignore me when i call her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-112720095259875858?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/112720095259875858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=112720095259875858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/112720095259875858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/112720095259875858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2005/09/more-photos-of-ginger.html' title='More photos of ginger'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-112714302979425643</id><published>2005-09-19T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T11:57:15.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/44705080/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/31/44705080_cf190be9d3_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="huh?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? why are you pointing that thing towards me? huh?? huh?? Huh??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/44705037/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/33/44705037_f34f7cde60_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="pls feed me" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hungry.. pls feed me... Pls pls pls... I dont care about my figure. I just want to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/44704997/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/28/44704997_77dad3051a_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Image(032)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/44704623/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/32/44704623_01b70655c1_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Image(117)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go up the sofa pls. I promise i try to blend it with the sofa.... see almost same color, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/44704496/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/24/44704496_42cfde5037_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Image(167)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I at the Terry Fox Run on sunday, 18/9.  We aiming to go for the Tuas/Malaysia run soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/44704434/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/30/44704434_d4ff895c15_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Image(168)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-112714302979425643?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/112714302979425643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=112714302979425643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/112714302979425643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/112714302979425643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2005/09/photos.html' title='Photos...'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-112593562352617085</id><published>2005-09-05T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T00:01:28.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I add this piece of metal to  my wardrobe door to hang my ear rings. now, it so easy to see all my ear rings at a go. so cool! i love this idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/40463627/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/25/40463627_dd3f489af7.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="PICT0056" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-112593562352617085?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/112593562352617085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=112593562352617085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/112593562352617085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/112593562352617085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-new-idea.html' title='My new idea'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-112590795579166690</id><published>2005-09-05T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T16:12:35.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision x 3... SIGH...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11am&lt;br /&gt;havent blog for a long time. been busy with work. kinda getting bored with this project. it all calling, PR-ing... and more calling. i think i need another break. but i cant!! cause no $$$... hehehehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel that i might be coming to a career crossroads. cause it's time for me to decide what i really want to do. Freelance or full time...if full time, then with which company... movies or TV.. But i was say that the idea of creating a own show is more exciting than all the other options. but that would means doing freelance and it means not very sure when the next pay cheque will come. that kinda risky considering my lifestyle. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.05pm&lt;br /&gt;i been writing this blog entry since this morning. Cant seem to finish cause i seem to have lots to say. but dun know what to say. contradicting right? i been like this these few weeks. confused, dunno what i want. DAMN!! cant be like this for long. But i know 1 thing for sure, i want to slim down. been having cravings since last week. i know it very very bad for me. i feel i have become fatter. so i make up my mind. after tonight buffet, i shall go brisk walk everyday. Fat woman no more!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-112590795579166690?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/112590795579166690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=112590795579166690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/112590795579166690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/112590795579166690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2005/09/decision-x-3-sigh.html' title='Decision x 3... SIGH...'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-112398613339216842</id><published>2005-08-14T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T10:24:22.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel the burden is off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think a woman instinct is very right. What i wrote previously abt my feelings abt him was spot on.  i finally took a chance and ask him. people only die once, right? Well true is... we will remain as very good frens. that alright with me. at least i know an answer. feel much much lighter now, like a burden is off.  I glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-112398613339216842?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/112398613339216842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=112398613339216842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/112398613339216842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/112398613339216842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-feel-burden-is-off.html' title='i feel the burden is off'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-112394614964459496</id><published>2005-08-13T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T23:15:49.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sigh... dun really know what to write. guess i'm in a confused and frustrated stage. confused cause i still dun know how he feels. frustrated cause i dun seem to be able to bring myself to talk to him about it. some say to be able to love someone is a blessing. but i think to be love by someone is better. at least you dont have to face the anguish of rejection from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess my feelings now is that i really want to know an answer. but deep down inside, i know that maybe he only wants to be friends now. cause career is important to him.  but i want to know have he like me before.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-112394614964459496?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/112394614964459496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=112394614964459496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/112394614964459496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/112394614964459496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2005/08/sigh.html' title='sigh...'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-112322490091419329</id><published>2005-08-05T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T14:56:52.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luv this pic</title><content type='html'>I took this pic when I was in france, Nice... Love this pic. Need to go out now. Will tell u more abt my trip to France and Italy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/31381827/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/31381827_876d97cfe2_m.jpg" width="240" height="159" alt="File0002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-112322490091419329?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/112322490091419329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=112322490091419329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/112322490091419329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/112322490091419329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2005/08/luv-this-pic.html' title='Luv this pic'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-112314174990120725</id><published>2005-08-04T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T09:48:12.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;#x201c;When  I was a kid, my father had this dog that started to get all weak and  sickly. He takes it to the vet, he examines it and says a maggot must  have laid eggs in the dog's butt. The baby maggots have crawled up, now they've started to grow, and eventually they're gonna eat the dog  alive from the inside. He says it should be put to sleep, because it's  an old dog anyway. But father won't do it. He takes the dog home, he  puts it on the bed, he reaches up into the dog, picking out the  maggots with his finger, one by one. It takes him all night, but he  gets every last one. That dog outlived my father. That's love, Sam.&amp;#x201d;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;&amp;#x00a0;Quote from ' Addicted To Love'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-112314174990120725?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/112314174990120725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=112314174990120725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/112314174990120725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/112314174990120725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2005/08/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-112282039208572933</id><published>2005-07-31T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T23:15:12.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tioman Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I went to Tioman Genting Beach with a group of friends the week before.  We meet on the job when we were doing 'I not stupid 2'. We stayed at Tropical Coral Inn Resort. Had lots of fun. The 'resort' where we were staying have only the very basic stuffs. The usual aircon, hot water, bed BUT no phone, no TV, no fridge. But no complains man, cause for 4 days 3 nights, we only spend $300 for every single shit. So, during the day, we swim, snorkel, suntanning {although a lot of ppl who saw me these few days, say i not dark leh. THAT CAUSE WHEN I WAS THERE, THERE NO SUN!! aiyah.... so irriating right. But what to do?, I cant control Mr SUN :( } Anyway, during the night, we normally just vege out, drink wine, listen to music at the beach. Super chill out and damn relaxing. I fell alseep many times when i was sitting at the beach at night.  Here some photos from the trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/29890838/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/29890838_7e0e040dfb_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="PICT0038" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; My resort @ Tioman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/29891639/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/29891639_69362d0d5d_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="tioman beach" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tioman Genting Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/29891799/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/29891799_175d791560_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="frens" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Friends on the trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/29891830/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/29891830_44b159c0f9_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="frens" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Friends on the trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/29891862/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos22.flickr.com/29891862_1f3e9e775b_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="tioman sunset" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunset @ Tioman Beach. Nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/29891612/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/29891612_7dd661434e_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="the 3 girls" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 3 girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/29891709/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/29891709_35e6077f49_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="cats on tioman beach" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cats in Tioman. The cats there are all ginger colored. Cute huh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weiweilee/29891677/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/29891677_ccf5e15471_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="me..." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-112282039208572933?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/112282039208572933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=112282039208572933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/112282039208572933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/112282039208572933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2005/07/tioman-trip.html' title='Tioman Trip'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-112139283425269497</id><published>2005-07-15T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T10:00:34.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The importance of retail therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARRRHHHHHH!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i suffering from 'serious in need of retail therapy' symptoms.  After filming for more than 1 mth with only 5 days rest in between, i didnt get a chance to buy anything. only work, sleep, eat the whole month. i need to buy something, anything even if it just a bottle of shampoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that when the problem starts, i'm starting to think that i want/need/MUST buy a PSP or any handheld console to ease my 'illness', if not i will die from the frustrations. some say this is all an excuse. maybe yes, maybe no. i DONT  care. I listing out mentally in my mind all the pros of buying a psp, ignoring the cons factors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-112139283425269497?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/112139283425269497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=112139283425269497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/112139283425269497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/112139283425269497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2005/07/importance-of-retail-therapy.html' title='The importance of retail therapy'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-111678110537895613</id><published>2005-05-23T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T20:52:37.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope. Do you believe in it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you believe in horoscope? I used to read it and forget about it. But recently, my horoscope reading has been quite true. Take today for example, this is what my horoscope says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: #800040;"&gt;""If you're worrying about what others will think, it's time to stop. When you center yourself and your concerns on what's happening in your own heart, you'll start making some serious progress. ""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I did what i believe i will not do normally.  Cause I'm always too concern about what others will think of me. Today, I took the step to tell him that i do remember he is leaving and told him to take care. Say what I feel in my heart. Yap, maybe it does make some progress. cause he reply my sms very quickly and he sms me again before he got on the plane, telling me he leaving and ask me to 'take care'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might have sms to other ppl as well. But i only concern that he remembers me, remember that I do care.  That is good enough for me now.  I think I am a happier person if I have less or no expectations of him.  Maybe lots of you will feel it not right, but i'm contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case some of you are curious, I did not have a chance to ask him. Maybe it fated... maybe it a chance for us to know each other better first... maybe we are not meant to be... let's fate take it own course.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: #800040;"&gt;''Love is very strange. You will find love when you are not looking'',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; from anonymous person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I will concentrate on my movie project while he do his job. And we meet up again when both of us are done with our projects.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-111678110537895613?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/111678110537895613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=111678110537895613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/111678110537895613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/111678110537895613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2005/05/horoscope-do-you-believe-in-it.html' title='Horoscope. Do you believe in it?'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-111617201498507190</id><published>2005-05-15T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T23:46:55.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you like to cook?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like to cook? I do. I like the process of cooking, like the cutting, chopping etc. But I hate to clean up after eating. (so, normally when i cook, someone else will do the washing). After all the hard work I go thru to cook, my friends appreciate it and makan up all the food without saying a word.  (That means they are enjoy themselves too much to tallk) I think that is the best moment and I LOVE to see my friends enjoy what I cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to cook italian food. When i was in Italy few years back, I could have spaghetti in all different shapes, sizes, sauces almost every meal. it was just splendid, YUMMMY!!!  :)  (makes me hungry just talking about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis has been asking me to make lasagna. but i always dont have the time. Think one of these weekends i should try it. Anyone volunteer to be guinea pig? hahaha... I can think of some ppl already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, beside italian food, i want to learn how to make chinese food la, thai food la, BBQ la.... and lots more. OOPSS!!! 1 very important thing is to learn how to make, very very good desert... Always good to wind down a good meal with some desert... YUMMY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these food talks making me hungry... going to check out more recipes to try... see ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-111617201498507190?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/111617201498507190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=111617201498507190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/111617201498507190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/111617201498507190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2005/05/do-you-like-to-cook.html' title='Do you like to cook?'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-111580889862209717</id><published>2005-05-11T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T18:54:58.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>相爱</title><content type='html'>&amp;#x6bcf;&amp;#x5f53;&amp;#x6211;&amp;#x4eec;&amp;#x771f;&amp;#x5fc3;&amp;#x62e5;&amp;#x62b1;&amp;#xff0c;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#x5c31;&amp;#x80fd;&amp;#x611f;&amp;#x89c9;&amp;#x7231;&amp;#x60c5;&amp;#x5bf9;&amp;#x5f7c;&amp;#x6b64;&amp;#x7684;&amp;#x610f;&amp;#x4e49;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-111580889862209717?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/111580889862209717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=111580889862209717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/111580889862209717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/111580889862209717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post_111580889862209717.html' title='&amp;#x76f8;&amp;#x7231;'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-111573956522101177</id><published>2005-05-10T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T23:39:25.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;#x76f8;&amp;#x611b;&amp;#x4e0d;&amp;#x53ea;&amp;#x662f;&amp;#x8d70;&amp;#x9032;&amp;#x5c0d;&amp;#x65b9;&amp;#x7684;&amp;#x751f;&amp;#x6d3b;&amp;#x66f4;&amp;#x8981;&amp;#x80fd;&amp;#x8d70;&amp;#x5165;&amp;#x5f7c;&amp;#x6b64;&amp;#x7684;&amp;#x751f;&amp;#x547d;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#x559c;&amp;#x6b61;&amp;#xff0c;&amp;#x5c31;&amp;#x662f;&amp;#x6de1;&amp;#x6de1;&amp;#x7684;&amp;#x611b;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#x611b;&amp;#xff0c;&amp;#x5c31;&amp;#x662f;&amp;#x6df1;&amp;#x6df1;&amp;#x7684;&amp;#x559c;&amp;#x6b61;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you agree with the sentence above? &lt;br /&gt;Being in a relationship takes lots of understanding and tolerance.  it takes 2 to work out a good relationship. When 2 people are together, they will bring out the best in each other.  I sure everyone have come across the time when u and ur special someone said the same thing at the same time? or when u were thinking of something and he/she said it out. This is called chemistry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe like what the sentence say, ''when you actually walk 'thru' each other life'', you will have that natural chemistry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish all the couples out there happiness. And if you still single, may you find that someone who have that chemistry with you soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-111573956522101177?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/111573956522101177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=111573956522101177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/111573956522101177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/111573956522101177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2005/05/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-111494086400436193</id><published>2005-05-01T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T20:02:42.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffy the vampire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; justify"&gt;From buffy the vampire - &lt;br /&gt;You listen to me. (kneels in front of her) I've been alive a bit longer than you, and dead a lot longer than that. I've seen things you couldn't imagine, and done things I prefer you didn't. I don't exactly have a reputation for being a thinker. I follow my blood, which doesn't exactly rush in the direction of my brain. So I make a lot of mistakes, a lot of wrong bloody calls. (looks into her eyes) A 100+ years, and there's only one thing I've ever been sure of: you. (Buffy looks away; he reaches toward her face) Hey, look at me. I'm not asking you for anything. When I say, "I love you," it's not because I want you or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. (a tear rolls down Buffy's cheek) I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You're a hell of a woman. You're the one, Buffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-111494086400436193?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/111494086400436193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=111494086400436193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/111494086400436193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/111494086400436193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2005/05/buffy-vampire.html' title='Buffy the vampire'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-111488317166514331</id><published>2005-05-01T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T01:46:11.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHHHH ...... !!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I so pissed at myself. want to be angry with him but i always lost it when i see him. purposely make myself not to see him for a while, but i end up missing him. And i mean A LOT!!!  AHHHH....!!!! this is so irritating. I mad at myself for giving in so much to him. &lt;br /&gt;I really need to find an answer. But i think it going to be bad... sigh.. maybe i should not ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-111488317166514331?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/111488317166514331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=111488317166514331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/111488317166514331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/111488317166514331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2005/05/ahhhhhhh.html' title='AHHHHHHH ...... !!!!!'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-111262833133625265</id><published>2005-04-04T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T23:25:31.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEN are weird creatures?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Men are weird? or rather only SOME men are weird. Some men are too difficult to read while some are like an open book. 'he' is one of them. I cant read him at all. Dun know what he is thinking. Sometimes he very warm like a hot potato just out from oven. sometimes, he so cold. I wish i have a magic wand that can read his mind. Sigh... i getting tired and sick of this game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-111262833133625265?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/111262833133625265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=111262833133625265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/111262833133625265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/111262833133625265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2005/04/men-are-weird-creatures.html' title='MEN are weird creatures?'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-111099469347092544</id><published>2005-03-17T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T01:38:13.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I SAID IT!!! yeap!&lt;br /&gt;i finally told them that i am quitting. feels a huge burden has been liften off my shoulders. my next step is to tell the boss. i know it going to be tough. but hey, i make up my mind... i will do it!&lt;br /&gt;support me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-111099469347092544?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/111099469347092544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=111099469347092544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/111099469347092544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/111099469347092544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-said-it-yeap-i-finally-told-them.html' title=''/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-110938926605481470</id><published>2005-02-26T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T11:42:32.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the look of my new blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love the look of my new blog.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;at night, the light is dimmer&lt;br /&gt;at night, the grass is blue&lt;br /&gt;at night, the fire flies glimmer&lt;br /&gt;and the stars are fair and true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nice words. i love the night. the sky is so beautiful with all the twinkle twinkle stars. when i was in australia, the stars all seem bigger and brighter. Imagine sitting on the beach at night with the one you love... the sound of the waves in the silent of the night... the smell of salty seawater... the stars twinkling away like diamonds in the sky... it oh so so romantic that i wish that i'm there now with my special someone, holding on to each other, lazing and contented with each other company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also love the rain, only when i'm indoors. Listening to rain drops falling is such a pleasure... it has such a calming effect. but walking in the rain alone is such a miserable thing to do. however, with that special someone besides me, i wish the rain will not stop so we can walk under the rain, sharing the small umbrella, holding on tightly to each other so that one will not get wet and fall ill. the notion of this 'walking under the rain' is so romantic too. and it such a old plot in movies to get two lovers together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sweet... :)&lt;br /&gt;will continue to blog when inspiration visit again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-110938926605481470?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/110938926605481470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=110938926605481470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/110938926605481470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/110938926605481470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-love-look-of-my-new-blog.html' title='I love the look of my new blog'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-110114140947512656</id><published>2004-11-23T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T01:41:11.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridget Jones Diary 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I actually have setup another blog site cause I want to learn how to change the look of my blog. But decide to give up cause really too much trouble. &lt;br /&gt;Bridget Jones Diary is back with part 2: The edge of reason. This is really a feel good movie for all the ladies out there who feel fat, ugly, unloved.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: #800040;"&gt;"I never going to get married", quote from Bridget Jones Diary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above line would most likely have been said by lots of us. But seriously if this happened to you in reality, would you believe that guy is for real. of course not!! but if that man is your boss or your superior, then you might be able to believe that he does not have ulterior motives or than want you for his mistress or sex. BUT SERIOUSLY, if what happen to Bridget Jones REALLY happened to you in real life, would you think that this is fate and your luck has come? For me, I doubt it. That why, till now, i do not believe that Bridget Jones story will happen to me. Ha... me a plain jane.. but then again, it might be my cheerful, hardworking, funny, loveable, sometimes quite bimbo personality that men likes. Then, it up to u, men out there to tell me if that true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9037592-110114140947512656?l=weiweilee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/feeds/110114140947512656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9037592&amp;postID=110114140947512656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/110114140947512656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9037592/posts/default/110114140947512656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weiweilee.blogspot.com/2004/11/bridget-jones-diary-2_110114140947512656.html' title='Bridget Jones Diary 2'/><author><name>weiwei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436114778625529805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.flickr.com/1109432_3b5191952d_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9037592.post-110032575702422864</id><published>2004-11-13T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T19:41:43.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Japanese name </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My japanese name is &lt;b&gt;&amp;#21407; 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