<?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-6913152</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:17:39.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>+jux a girl+</title><subtitle type='html'>heys guyz.. check tis out.. cool eh? hee.. read all abt it yeah? haha.. cheers! cya ard soon!!! :p</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>278</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-2615789484752766018</id><published>2007-03-21T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T19:05:49.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>move moving moved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i have moved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;check out my new house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://emacity.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://emacity.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i will not be blogging here anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;however, this blog will still be here! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-2615789484752766018?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/2615789484752766018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/2615789484752766018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2615789484752766018' title='move moving moved!'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-257067175935280849</id><published>2007-03-12T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T22:39:44.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>east coast with the cousins</title><content type='html'>the sun was so so so hot today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was unbearable but still, my cousins and i went to east coast park to cycle. it's been a long time since i last cycled. i tell you. it was so fun! we had to rest every now and then at some shady area if not we'll be baked like how eggs fry when cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we played cards. dearest jerine taught us how to play bridge, though it's still a little hard to comprehend but fun all the same. haha. oh, and have i ever told you that my brother is THE most irritating person on earth? maybe i've not. or maybe i have. right, i'll repeat. HE IS &lt;strong&gt;THE &lt;/strong&gt;MOST IRRITATING PERSON ON EARTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else? oh yeah. i am sunburnt. on the face. so now i look like rudolph's friend. hahahah!! it is expected considering Mr. Sun is sorching and i forgot to bring sunblock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-257067175935280849?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/257067175935280849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/257067175935280849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#257067175935280849' title='east coast with the cousins'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-6277652208136844540</id><published>2007-03-07T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T01:48:02.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leopards and its spots</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A LEOPARD NEVER CHANGES ITS SPOTS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS SENTENCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MANY TIMES HAD SHE FORGIVEN YOU? EVEN IF I LENT YOU MY FINGERS AND TOES, IT IS STILL UNDER-RATED. SHE GAVE YOU MANY OPPORTUNITIES TO CHANGE YOURSELF, THROW YOUR OLD HABIT, MAKE LIFE A WHOLE LOT BETTER FOR ALL OF US. BUT HOW DID YOU REPAY HER? YOU TOOK HER CHANCES LIKE THEY WERE FREE GIVEAWAYS. HOW DO YOU THINK THAT MADE HER FEEL? MANY TIMES, SHE WAS THERE WHEN YOU NEEDED HER, BUT THINK ABOUT IT, WHEN SHE NEEDED YOU, WERE YOU EVER PRESENT? WHEN SHE WAS AT THE LOWEST EPISODE OF HER LIFE, WERE YOU THERE TO LIFT HER UP? SHE CHOSE YOU AND YOU KNOW THAT. OUT OF THE MANY OBJECTIONS, SHE STILL FOLLOWS WHAT SHE THINKS WOULD BE A WISE CHOICE. DID YOU THINK IT WAS THAT EASY TO GET HOLD OF HER? SHE WAS A ONE IN A MILLION. HOW MANY GIRLS WOULD YOU HAVE TO FILTER OUT TO FIND HER? ANSWER: 999, 999 PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIECE OF SHIT, GO FIGURE.&lt;br /&gt;ASS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-6277652208136844540?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/6277652208136844540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/6277652208136844540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6277652208136844540' title='leopards and its spots'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-1102739709774988913</id><published>2007-03-03T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T00:54:02.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im back from hk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MELODY IS BACK FROM HER HOLIDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i know. all the bold headings are catching my attention. it is addressed to myself and me only. hahaha!! oh well. i am back from my holiday to hong kong. nice place but bad people. bad service excluding the times at the branded shops. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a number of things and I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH! especially the one i bought at the night market for a friend. OMG. she's gonna scream when she sees it. hahah!! overall, the point i like most is the madam tussaud's wax museum. there are soooo many figures there. i took a picture with almost every one of them. it's like i know them from the start of their lifes. hahah!! yeah. they're my good friends. although they are unable to move about or do anything that makes me happy, just seeing them up close and personal is a good feeling. like wooo, i get to touch Eddie Murphy. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next thing i like most is the 25 minutes cable car ride to some mountain. cooling and refreshing and oh-so-fun. some people are crazy or should i say, FIT, enough to climb the mountain and make their way up the many many mountains. i salute them man! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing that makes hong kong soooo special is the time the shops close at night! OMG. they close at 11pm!! isnt that like marvellous? you can shop till you drop, literally. hahha. i know i walked about till my legs/feet hurt like crazy. BUT IT WAS GOOD!! every amount of money i spent was like the cherry on top of the ice cream cake. it was just heaven! i felt as if i never spend any money at all. it's like once you go to a new country, you never count the things you buy as expensive. because you have all the cash with you and you know how much that is. it is like you know that the currency does not matter anymore. you spend like no one else on earth have ever spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah!! yes. i know. hahaha. i sound crazy but who cares, i got what i wanted. oh. I MUST MUST MUST COMMENT ON THE FOOD!! it is absolutely the most delicious delicacies that i have ever tasted on earth. the chinese food, the dim sum even the porridge seem to be calling out my name every time i step into a little eatery. IT IS JUST SOOO GOOD!! it lives up to its slogan, "chi dong xi, mai dong xi". hahah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aunt is asking me if i would like to go to macau next weekend, but i am still considering. i have to consider the amount of money that i will be spending and how my dad is going to cope with the excessive amount of the money that i had choked up during the trip to hong kong. it must be burning a great big hole in his pocket. hahah!! BUT I WANT TO GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO COULD RESIST TRAVELLING, HUH? I KNOW I CAN'T!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037371021788373458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_H8NBMYEdYII/RehWQVOK4dI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6uk-aUDykBs/s320/hk1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here! a photo for your viewing leisure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-1102739709774988913?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/1102739709774988913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/1102739709774988913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#1102739709774988913' title='im back from hk!'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_H8NBMYEdYII/RehWQVOK4dI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6uk-aUDykBs/s72-c/hk1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-4264979931818706821</id><published>2007-02-22T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T22:57:35.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hong kong. here i come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MELODY IS GOING ON A HOLIDAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weehoo. how often do you get to sit on a plane? NOT VERY OFTEN! that's why i am so excited to be going on a holiday. i always loved plane rides. they're so fun. especially taking off and landing. while in midair, you dont really feel the thrill of the plane. no adrenaline pumping and stuffs like that. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the weather in hong kong is not the best ever NOW. i checked the weather forecast for the next 7 days and it is all like rainy and cloudy and rainy and cloudy. that is not fun man! i wanna see the sun. oh. did i mention, it's gonna be cold as well. argh! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I LOVE THE SUN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; hahah!! i'll miss singapore's weather when i am there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. my cousin is going too! finally, some one my age is going! WOO. if not, i'll be with the old people. yeah, the old folks. HAHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. remember to miss me, cause i am going to miss all of you sooo much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-4264979931818706821?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/4264979931818706821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/4264979931818706821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#4264979931818706821' title='hong kong. here i come!'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-3767695211760099167</id><published>2007-02-17T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T00:50:41.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ON HOLIDAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MELODY IS OFFICIALLY ON HOLIDAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YAY YAY YAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. yes. that was a huge outburst, literally. i am free of mugging and burning the midnight oil. i am free of waking up at 6.30 in the morning just to get ready for exams. i am free of sleeping only 3 pathetic hours at night. finally, i can sleep till the cows come home. i am enjoying every bit of my holiday. uuuhhhhh. maybe i am talking a bit too much about the holidays because today's just my first day. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are SO many things to look forward to. first up, CHINESE NEW YEAR!! weehooo. red packets.. where are youuuuu? hahaha. nahh. red packets are just a gesture to show that the tradition still follows? i am not too sure either. anyhoots, i am going to receive them and that is what matters. let's not say that i am greedy. i am NOT greedy. right? yes. i am not. hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to start being busy with nothing.&lt;br /&gt;till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-3767695211760099167?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/3767695211760099167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/3767695211760099167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3767695211760099167' title='ON HOLIDAY!!'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-7846579936344768558</id><published>2007-02-12T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T00:44:22.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reminices</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hello&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not too long later from the previous post eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i was packing some of my stuffs from my grandma's just now cause she's gonna move out from where she is now (together with my uncles and auntie) to another place. the condominium is on en bloc. i think they might be moving to a landed property but i am not too sure yet. you know, adults. they don't tell us about things that concern the house. like hello, we would like some say in it to. we're going to move there with you, not literally, but like we're going to travel there to accompany grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. let's not go off topic. oh yes. my stuffs. i have notebooks dated wayyyyyy back to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1999&lt;/span&gt;! omg. i can't believe i still kept stuffs from then. one reason might be that i never touched those stuffs up until now. hahaha. i have a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Teens magazine&lt;/span&gt; dated wayy back in &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;november 2002&lt;/span&gt; too. that's like 4 years ago! i am such a good collector. haha! oh. i have diaries and primary school stuffs, really kiddish books, pencil cases, dictionaries and etc. those bring back memories man, especially the diaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i re-read the diaries. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;. you wouldn't believe how naive/innocent/curious i was. i wrote things that happened in secondary one. that crazy guy in our class who sat in front of me and brought a condom to school (that was big news then, considering the fact that we were only in sec 1), that guy who sat in front of me, spitted EVERYWHERE and threw my pencil case out the window and the cutest guy and prettiest girl in class then. there's this one diary, i wrote all the lovey dovey mushy stuffs that happened during the relationships that i had (not that i had many). it was so so so so sooo unbelievable that i did those stuffs and i shall not reveal. i just hope that when my relative or maid took it out, they didn't flip through and read it. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'LL JUST DROP DEAD!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it is so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rated X&lt;/span&gt;. you wouldn't want your family members or relatives to go through your diary, would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am hoping. i have to clear some of my stuffs at home too. my cousin was looking at me pack and i was telling him that i was going to clear my secondary school things at home. then he replied, saying "and then what? replace your secondary school things with something even older?!" it was sooooo funny ok! but all those stuffs really brings back memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i am looking forward to v.day. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;PHUTURE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yayness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-7846579936344768558?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/7846579936344768558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/7846579936344768558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#7846579936344768558' title='reminices'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-326112658493228375</id><published>2007-02-05T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T22:36:03.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im naive, i know</title><content type='html'>i got this from friendster, some girl posted it on the bulletin board. i find it super touching. call me naive, i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Message: Girl:( writing on her diary ). I've been liking my guy best friend for a long time...wish that he will like me too..but what can i do?...wish he will know that i like him...but i don't know if that's ok w/ him. Maybe when the time comes, he will know...i'm afraid if i tell him now, he will avoid me and will never talk to me...AGAIN...Maybe, I need to forget about him..well, maybe i should. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;( she's been avoiding her guy best friend for 2 days and her guy best friend noticed it..so the guy tried to ask her...if there's something wrong...When they bumped into each other in the corridor...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Guy: I've noticed that you've been avoiding me...Is there something wrong? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Girl: Oh...no nothing...I'm sorry i have to go...bye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(the girl didn't notice that her diary fell on the ground. when the guy noticed that she left something behind...he picked it up and read all the entries...after reading it..the guy wrote something... first thing the next morning...she saw her diary on her armchair...she wanted to know who had returned her diary...w/ anxiety, she opened her diary and saw something) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the guy wrote: Don't be afraid to tell me that you like me...I will never ever avoid you or even spending a day w/o talking to you...I can't even imagine myself living w/o you...YOU COMPLETE ME...Please stop avoiding me coz' i can't take it anymore...I like you too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(the guy saw that she was reading her diary...and then he came in front of her and hugged the girl...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only.. awww. all these shit happen in stories only. when do you actually see one in real life? huh huh huh. but i am hoping. ahahhaahhhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DREAM ON MELODY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-326112658493228375?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/326112658493228375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/326112658493228375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#326112658493228375' title='im naive, i know'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-3375766212828160528</id><published>2007-02-04T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T13:04:43.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi feb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;hi february! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sorry that i am 4 days late. but, hi anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;right, moving on. i've been out with my parents every saturday recently and each time that i am out with them, i bring back something new. which is good! haha. but, i am disappointed with myself. you know why? because at this sale, i saw a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;skirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which i have been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;craving for the longest time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and it costs only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8 bucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! unfortunately, i did not even have the MONEY to get it. argh! i was so broke. so so broke. so so so broke. ok, enough mel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyways, chinese new year is around the corner and honestly, i want to throng chinatown at night at that "little" night market place to absorb everything CHINESE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HEY AM'S BEN, I AM CHINESE AND DON'T LOOK THE SLIGHTEST BIT LIKE A JAPANESE AND TANG RU TING, NEITHER AM I A HEINTAI OR HOWEVER YOU SPELL IT, ALTHOUGH I DID GO TO WORK AT GEYLANG - OMG. HAHAHAHHAAHAH!!) that was hilarious - to me at least - i cant believe i just said that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;where was i. oh yes. i really wanna throng chinatown and be in the hustle and bustle of people selling roasted pork, salted duck, taiwanese sausage, sweet delights, nuts, yu sheng, lanterns, etc. i wanna be walking - no, squeezing - among the people, getting pushed and squashed and being tired and sweaty and sticky and hot. ahhh. the wonders of chinatown. hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oooohh. valentine's day is another 1 week and 3 days away. i am not very excited about it. got no valentine anyway. oh yes i do. the singletons! hahaha! let us just say, we're gonna have a helluva good time, sipping our italian sodas, eating like no pig on earth have ever eaten and wearing really pretty clothes just to celebrate being single and hating it cause everyone's attached. hahaha! ooohh. AND BUYING FLOWERS TOO. OFF THE STREETS! HAHAHAHA! nahh. maybe i'll just get cheapo flowers (which last super long) for all my girlfriends - if i see them on that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bad news. IT IS MY EXAM WEEKS. i have 3 papers spread over 2 weeks! which is quite stupid really. but thinking over, it is good. becauseeeee, i have more time to studyyyyyyy. argh. study. i sound so happy just typing study. s-t-u-d-y. studyyyy. ooohhhh studdddd-ddyyyyy. hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;right. enough of crap. i am going to hit the books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;till then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027539865698767234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H8NBMYEdYII/RcVo3u0XEYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eB6PkX4cNf4/s320/rt+sher+sel+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;here are some pictures. well, it's just one picture with four pictures collaged together. ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-3375766212828160528?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/3375766212828160528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/3375766212828160528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3375766212828160528' title='hi feb'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H8NBMYEdYII/RcVo3u0XEYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eB6PkX4cNf4/s72-c/rt+sher+sel+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-7744724567148889809</id><published>2007-01-27T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T02:12:23.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>airbrushed?</title><content type='html'>my life seems like a brush stroke of an artist, but i could be wrong. the artist finds inspiration and paints what he thinks it should be like. the artist that is painting my life finds it a chore. he finds no inspiration, no meaning and thinks it should have no regrets. however, he was wrong. he falls deep into concussion, thinking too much about how my life should be like. he wants to make it better but it is a difficult task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what he drew was half complete, it was a big project that was going to take years to complete and hung. he wants to showcase this to the world but he finds that it was complicated and no one might understand it. even him, himself, is unable to decipher what he was painting. it was hard but he will persevere because he likes a little challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, he is at the stage where he is running out of paint. he needs to buy paint but there is something hindering from doing that. he is running out of inspiration, he needs new ideas, he wants to make my life a cheerful and regret-less life, he wants my life to be full of rainbows, full of love and full of care. it is a slow and painful process but he is aiming to be a better artist each time he starts on the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he just needs a little push. he just needs what no other can give him. he needs the life to tell him what the life wants so that he can paint it for the world to see, for himself to know where he stand at the present moment that he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give him that push to start on a brand new art for the life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-7744724567148889809?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/7744724567148889809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/7744724567148889809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#7744724567148889809' title='airbrushed?'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-7752221421258827773</id><published>2007-01-25T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T23:04:29.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stars</title><content type='html'>i see stars everyday. not because someone knocks me out, it's just because i am confused from the thoughts that i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have taken a liking to caramel. thanks to the christmas different flavoured centred caramel and sher's chocolate filled caramel. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. am's big day is around the corner! i am so happy for her, excited actually. i just wish her all the best and hope that it all turns out well. i got to be one of her closest persons on that big day and i am just so, well, elated to be that. i am just looking forward to the dinner. all dressed up and celebrating the joy of a couple's beginning to a new "life".&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/6913152-7752221421258827773?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/7752221421258827773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/7752221421258827773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#7752221421258827773' title='stars'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-7532194613856745969</id><published>2007-01-19T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T01:11:23.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i still think of you</title><content type='html'>you. yes, you. i still want you. you, smooth, brown, sweet little thing. i still need you. no one in the world can understand my desire for you. you are the best thing that can happen in my life. the one and only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you, sweet, tasty, loving little thing. how else can i forget you when you are always around? when i opened, you were there. looking at me and thinking whether i would go to you. i have to stop dreaming of you, thinking of you and knowing that you are always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you little thing. why must you disappear now? where did you go? i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you... the dearest CHOCOLATE in my fridge. who had taken you away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. MY C-H-O-C-O-L-A-T-E...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you thief! owe me one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-7532194613856745969?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/7532194613856745969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/7532194613856745969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#7532194613856745969' title='i still think of you'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-2364851092365832735</id><published>2007-01-15T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T10:33:43.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lets emo!</title><content type='html'>ooohh. i cant wait for the holidays. i might be going to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HONG KONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! yayness. let's see.. shopping? eateries? OMG. so fun! anyone wanna come along? i can ask my aunt to allow space for you. but tickets and expenses, you pay. hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh. thanks &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SELWYN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for introducing me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;MY GIRL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. it was so touching. i think i cried like shit watching it. but of course, i laughed like shit too. makes me think too much about things i should not be thinking of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's over. zero. naught. end. thanks to that.&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/6913152-2364851092365832735?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/2364851092365832735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/2364851092365832735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#2364851092365832735' title='lets emo!'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-2613768130906685706</id><published>2007-01-13T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T03:24:16.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how interesting</title><content type='html'>andddd... presenting... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;MELODY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah. i know it's an impromptu starting because of the inconsistent blogging method that is only presented in the one and only Melody's Dictionary. ok. that was pretty stupid. in fact, i think it is the worst starting in the whole entire blog entries that i have written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see.&lt;br /&gt;i bought my new organiser a few days back. it's super cute!&lt;br /&gt;i still need a new notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; which means... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SHOPPING PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VALENTINE'S DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is also around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;(in case you wanna give me flowers, i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;roses&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;sunflowers&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;carnations&lt;/span&gt;. THANKS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-&gt; which also means...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MORE SHOPPING PLEASE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i just had my macroeconomics test today. i think i did pretty well cause i really studied for it and i think i made a tiny little mistake. OMG. shit. so wasted. but, hopefully, i'll still do well cause it accounts for 20% of the total mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for distancing yourself. i sure hope you'll realise that it was just a thing that will only stay as that and the rest are history. no use crying over spilt milk. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-2613768130906685706?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/2613768130906685706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/2613768130906685706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#2613768130906685706' title='how interesting'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-4569135035967746087</id><published>2007-01-04T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T19:59:25.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>robotic</title><content type='html'>i feel like a robot. i can't move my neck. you know why? because i'm having sore throat and it affects the neck, i have this two lumps at the side of my neck and it's super painful so i can't turn my head too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. school has started. i was late yesterday and today. the reason yesterday was because i missed the STUPID bus. as you know, i have to change buses when i go to school and yesterday, when i was in the 1st bus, the 2nd bus was right in front of mine! so when i alighted, i was devastated. what a day to start the first day of the 2nd term of school. so i waited and waited and waited, then it was 1pm, which means, i was late and therefore, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I TOOK THE BLOODY CAB TO SCHOOL WHICH COSTS ME $6.50!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, I FELT SOOO SILLY OK!!&lt;br /&gt;i was waiting for the 2nd bus at the bus stop and listening to my new ipod nano. then i got so into the song that i was listening and guess what? THE BUS WENT PASS! how silly can one get? OMG. i knew the bus driver was looking at me and driving slowly, but he was driving on the lane outside the bus lane. i just looked at him and for a split second, i did not know what to do. by the way, i was carrying my laptop. so i just stared at him and watch him pass by. AND &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;AFTER HE PASSED BY, I CURSED MYSELF. LIKE WTH! YOU JUST MISSED THE BUS. THAT'S IT!&lt;/span&gt; then i waited for another 15 mins, if the next bus does not come, i am going to take the cab. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUESS WHAT? I TOOK THE BLOODY CAB AGAIN! THIS TIME IT COST ME $7. OMG. MELODY TANG!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes right. yes. i need to get an organiser cause i think i have a very disorganised life. i also need to get a notebook to jot down any emotional obstacles or situations. yes. i am a very writey person. I LIKE WRITING OK! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i am watching globe trekker now on discovery travel and living and they are showing some civil war in west virginia. there was this one woman who studied a lot about the nurses helping out in the tents. she said that whenever a soldier got injured, take for example, his arm. the nurse would tie his arm tightly with a cloth so that the blood stops flowing. then she would let him smell something that would knock him out. firstly, she would use a sharp knife to cut round the arm so that the skin gets disconnected. secondly, she would use the knife again to go round a second time, this time, it was so cut off all the muscle in the arm. thirdly, she would use a saw to saw the bone off. fourthly, she would sew up whatever skin that is left of the soldier and lastly, be brought to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how disgusting. amputating someone. eww. you know what? one in eight of the soldiers get amputated, either the arm or the leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so interesting. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-4569135035967746087?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/4569135035967746087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/4569135035967746087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#4569135035967746087' title='robotic'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-4319472935387729780</id><published>2006-12-28T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T17:13:15.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>electrified</title><content type='html'>i know this sounds funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night, after i had finished using my brand new hairdryer, i unplugged the plug. i was careful not to touch the hairdryer because it was hot. but the plug had to swing and it kinda shocked my hand. poor hand. and it was like 6 in the morning. what a way to start my sleep. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. i shall reveal ok. i dont wanna hide it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY DADDY BOUGHT ME AN IPOD NANO FOR CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was the first christmas present that he had given me. all these years, moreover, it's a surprise gift. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother got some creative mp3, the smallest one. same memory space as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. enough information about him and his present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-4319472935387729780?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/4319472935387729780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/4319472935387729780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#4319472935387729780' title='electrified'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-6371450652232928364</id><published>2006-12-27T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T01:29:35.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new underwears!</title><content type='html'>yay! i bought new stuffs!&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MELODY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-6371450652232928364?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/6371450652232928364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/6371450652232928364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#6371450652232928364' title='new underwears!'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-6505689022303493105</id><published>2006-12-24T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T03:24:23.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>did i just typed that?</title><content type='html'>ooohhh. it was all in a frenzy. i did not give much thought about what i had posted previously. it was all just a little mistake that i had made. i may still be on the ride. but it is carrying me to places i have never been before. which may or may not be a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i just realised i have been blogging these few days which is good, right? i don't know man. so i would not keep blaming myself for not blogging and letting the blog be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, actually, the main reason why i am blogging so much is because i have got a new skin for the new year! and and i have upgraded my blogger account to the newer one. some goggle email thing. yeah. the font is sooooo NICE. so i just keep typing and typing. well, not literally keep typing, i do other stuffs too. like burp, talk online, trying to be sane, thinking of the financial situation that i am in, thinking of reading the magazine, thinking of whether i should invite my friends over to watch demand tv's - when a stranger calls. or just whether i should write my new year resolution that can NEVER be followed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. okok. maybe a bit too much information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do hope all &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; wishes come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-6505689022303493105?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/6505689022303493105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/6505689022303493105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#6505689022303493105' title='did i just typed that?'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-1205127068363176202</id><published>2006-12-23T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T01:56:47.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it CANNOT happen</title><content type='html'>it was such a funny day. we were laughing our lungs out because we were talking about underwear. haha. about how old underwear expands twice its size and how loose it is and how we only wear it at home and how i only wear it to sleep and how it drops whenever we stand because it is too loose. i think we were the crazy ones on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was not as bad as i thought today would be. it turned out fine but i disappointed someone else. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am so sorry.&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i will do anything to make it up to you. just name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i know i regretted not going to school that day to edit a project. i feel so guilty and so sick of myself and so disappointed in myself. i know i should just die. but dying at an age like me is not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things happen and things change. not only do things change, people change too. every single breathing person out there. sometimes, they change so much, they are a different person. nonchalant about anything around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things cannot happen and some things &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOULD NEVER EVER EVER HAPPEN. EVER.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i know i have been brought on a rollercoaster ride, leading me through the obstacles and creating a helluva trouble. sadly, no one understands. the rollercoaster ride still exist. i am still on it. it is like the Ride Of No Return. it is leading through the different emotions that i am tasting. i just need a &lt;strong&gt;STOP &lt;/strong&gt;button. i need it to assure me that i am not following the ride like a blind fool. it is torturing and daunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how disappointing can it be? how much does it cost to buy some happy? tell me, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are right.&lt;br /&gt;i am only doing what i can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-1205127068363176202?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/1205127068363176202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/1205127068363176202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#1205127068363176202' title='it CANNOT happen'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-5743167552795256603</id><published>2006-12-21T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T00:46:31.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screwed</title><content type='html'>let's see. i can measure the amount of "screwed" in my life. i think it's a (counts) 101/100? yes! i am that screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have 4 things, no, 5 things to do tomorrow. it involves lots of travelling and time wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going for this sale thing. i know i sound super cheapo but hello, which singaporean is not? haha. then i have to go back to town and get some things done. one of them is to get a present for my aunt for another cousin. then i have to bring it back to my grandma's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that there is this winter celebration thing and i have a dinner at my grandma's place. which is so stupid because i have dinners almost every week! all they do is sit around and start drinking. then my dad will get so drunk and i must say, it is totally HATEFUL. so dumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dinner, at the same time, clashes with another event that i have to go. so it's like an either or thing. if i dont go for one, something will happen and vice versa. after that, i think i am going back to town again. so it all is so confusing. if i were to go for the dinner thing, i have to think of a reason to get out. maybe when everyone gets drunk and stupid. but if i did not go for the dinner and go for the other event instead, i have better chance of getting out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. that's for friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving along. saturday.&lt;br /&gt;i feel as if saturday is fully booked when in fact i only have a bbq at night. it could be maybe i have so many things going on on friday that it affects saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. melody, get a hold of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next. sunday.&lt;br /&gt;i have a x'mas lunch with my mum's family at a restaurant. we'll exchange presents. then after that i'll have to get busy thinking of whether to go for the x'mas celebration at night at my paternal's side. but it wont be fun because my favourite cousins would be in ITALY! OMG. they're such lucky people. haha. anyways, get back to topic at hand. yes. dinner. or whether i should go out with my friends. see. it's always family and friends that are at loggerheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is why, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I AM SO SCREWED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-5743167552795256603?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/5743167552795256603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/5743167552795256603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#5743167552795256603' title='screwed'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-116650986949210895</id><published>2006-12-19T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T14:31:09.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why doesnt the rain stop?</title><content type='html'>the rain makes me feel so sad.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;with the right song playing,&lt;br /&gt;it's downright torturous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if someone were to come over to my place now,&lt;br /&gt;i'll marry that someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with hot milos&lt;br /&gt;snuggled up on the sofa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pure bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, it's still sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-116650986949210895?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116650986949210895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116650986949210895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116650986949210895' title='why doesnt the rain stop?'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-116646901219904421</id><published>2006-12-19T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T03:24:30.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beanie bears</title><content type='html'>out of ideas for a loved one's christmas present? &lt;br /&gt;afraid of the weekend crowd?&lt;br /&gt;cant think of the right gift for a friend?&lt;br /&gt;budgeted? &lt;br /&gt;too busy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no worries. this website full of beanie bears is created to help those above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2263/399/1600/570474/Beanie%20Babies%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2263/399/200/73489/Beanie%20Babies%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://theonlinebeaniebarn.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-116646901219904421?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116646901219904421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116646901219904421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116646901219904421' title='beanie bears'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-116644092338011559</id><published>2006-12-18T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T19:22:03.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry x'mas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;OMG. I LOVE CHRISTMAS SO MUCH YOU WON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought loads of presents for my family and relatives on sunday. i wrapped them all until my back ached like shit. then i went to my grandma's house and continued wrapping some more. i think i can never finish wrapping all the presents. and xmas is just this week!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. you know what. my dad bought me a xmas present. i was so shocked when he told me that. i am like are you sure anot. then he was like ya i buy already, it's in mama's house. then i am like this is the first time in 18 years that you are buying me a xmas present and surprising me with it. i am so happy i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he finally woke up and realised that he isnt buying his kids any xmas presents but buying others xmas presents. yes, i am jealous. it has always been the case from the previous years. when my bro and i asked for ours, we were shunned by him. like, it hurt our feelings ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this year, it's gonna be different! yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-116644092338011559?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116644092338011559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116644092338011559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116644092338011559' title='merry x&apos;mas!!'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-116550839499980865</id><published>2006-12-08T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T00:19:55.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SOMETIMES, I REALLY HATE BLOGGER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's when i finally blog&lt;br /&gt;this thing happens.&lt;br /&gt;so now i don't know&lt;br /&gt;if the previous post was posted.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care now,&lt;br /&gt;whether is it posted or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-116550839499980865?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116550839499980865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116550839499980865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116550839499980865' title='sometimes'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-116550810229249873</id><published>2006-12-08T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T00:15:02.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why do i always have to type a title?</title><content type='html'>right. ok. i shall stop promising that i'll blog regularly cause the fact is that i don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that must be noted:&lt;br /&gt;1. COMMON TESTS NEXT WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;2. cand's walking @ zouk on fri&lt;br /&gt;3. tanning @ rt's&lt;br /&gt;4. ZOUKOUT!&lt;br /&gt;5. study study study&lt;br /&gt;6. pass sher what rt instructed me to pass&lt;br /&gt;7. buy presents for x'mas&lt;br /&gt;8. study study study&lt;br /&gt;9. do something to my hair other than cutting it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. that's all i can think of and listed down.&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/6913152-116550810229249873?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116550810229249873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116550810229249873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116550810229249873' title='why do i always have to type a title?'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-116428385667077511</id><published>2006-11-23T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T20:20:12.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got it!</title><content type='html'>i finally got what i wanted for the longest time!&lt;br /&gt;yayness to melody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. I KNOW! i havent been blogging again. so since i'm super bored and i have to wait for time to pass, i shall blog. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's taxing. so taxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOHHHH!!! i just went for a wedding dinner. OMG. i have another one this sunday. OMG. yesterday, the cousins (me, my bro and 4 other cousins) could not find a table to ourselves so we had to cross over to the groom's side (we belong to the bride's side) and sat on one of their empty tables. there were 6 of us and the tables sits 10. so we had food enough for 10 people! BUT, considering the fact that 5 of them are guys with a huge appetite, it's no surprise that they have 2 servings instead of one. others thought we needed help in finishing the food but, WE FINISHED EVERYTHING ON EVERY PLATE! hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the fun part, I HAD TWO SERVINGS OF SHARK FINS. hahaha. so fun!! my brother had 3 servings and another cousin had 3 servings. so let's just say everyone had 2 servings except for 2 of them with 3 servings. haha. the food was ok. not very fanastic but let's not expect anything. we're there to celebrate the marriage of 2 very well - blessed people. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for the sunday's wedding. OMG. i am closer to the couple on sunday so i think i'll enjoy it more. and and!! i am gonna wear my new dress and shoes! so fun! I LOVE MY FAMILY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also talked about getting married 10 years down the road and how i should give my cousin one big bowl of shark fins on my wedding dinner. super funny. we also talked about how another cousin boasted to another member of the family about him drinking red wine. hahah!! that was soo funny. best part was, that cousin could only finish up 1/4 of the red wine and he was feeling headachy. so i told the waiter to clear the glass and bring some warm water. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sooooo cant wait for the sunday's wedding!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention that i was like goth girly? yeah i went goth girly yesterday. on sunday, im gonna go glam girly!! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. mel.. enough is enough. stop it!&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/6913152-116428385667077511?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116428385667077511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116428385667077511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116428385667077511' title='i got it!'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-116342761925458827</id><published>2006-11-13T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:20:19.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>i know. I NEED TO MAINTAIN A REGULAR BLOGGING HABIT. but well, as you can see, i am not. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ruting left for Las Vegas yesterday and sel, sher and i went to send her off. her sisters were so funny. they were like "eh, let's wave then hide so when she turn around, she wont see anyone and will get very sad that we all leave so quickly." then i was like "dont want la. let's wave." haha. so stupid. yes, i know! hahaha. but it was fun. i wanna go on a holiday too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go to New York, Los Angeles, London, New Zealand, Paris, and all around the world before i become really really old. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh. the wedding dinners are 2 weeks away. so exciting! OMG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. did i tell you? my dad and uncles are on a lose-all-your-weight-asap programme. they go jogging almost every other night at East Coast park, then they EAT a huge feast after that. which means the jogging does no good in helping them lose weight, right? i know. but who cares man. haha. i am mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so craving for pocky right now. i have one just beside me but it's like 10 pm and i dont want to eat it. i have a big tub of ben&amp;jerry's chunky monkey sitting in my fridge and i havent eaten it yet. i have a whole box of oreos in my cupboard. i have marie cheese biscuits in my cupboard too. i have barbequed ruffles chips that i am to share with my brother still in the cupboard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. sooo sinful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh.. i saw this chocolate shop in gwc. OMG. please get it for me! there's this rainbow truffle. *melts* and many other different kinds of bite size cute chocolates. i'll marry whoever gets it for me. hahah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that youtube show is sooo sad. i agree. boy, it's a real tear jerker. so sad. how i wish that guy would run to me carrying an umbrella. i know it sounds funny just reading the sentence alone and imagining it. but seriously, if i were in her condition, i'll be like awwwwwwwww. why did it have to be me kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is such a long entry. but it's ok. i can go on you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like our class, we played this angel and mortal game where we're suppose to buy little gifts for our mortals, being the angel, and receive gifts from our angels. so exchange day is on every monday. BUT, today, everyone forgot to get their gifts. so funny! so everyone went into co-op to get sweets and things like that for their mortals. I LOVE MY ANGEL. he/she got me a lollipop and meiji apollo chocolates. so kind right? yes. THANKS ANGEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. im stopping now. or should i go another paragraph? nah. i think i'll stop. my fingers are aching from all the typing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-116342761925458827?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116342761925458827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116342761925458827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116342761925458827' title='updates'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-116274512658275881</id><published>2006-11-06T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:45:26.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its time once again</title><content type='html'>not too far from the last entry eh?&lt;br /&gt;time really passes like that *snaps fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im really looking forward to the 2 wedding dinner this month! the weddings are 4 days apart. one after the other. i so cant wait. i can hear shark fins calling out to me!&lt;br /&gt;this reminds me, I AM IN DESPERATE NEED TO SHOP. i need to buy clothes for the wedding! let's see. theme for one of them is "shanghai nights". but im not gonna wear like cheong sum or anything like that. i think i'll go in a mixture of western and eastern. the theme is there for a reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this melody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-116274512658275881?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116274512658275881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116274512658275881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116274512658275881' title='its time once again'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-116230202639860896</id><published>2006-10-31T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T21:40:26.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes yes yes</title><content type='html'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN!&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RUTING!!&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY CANDICE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i have not been blogging religiously like i said i am going to. look when the last entry was and look today! OMG. it's like 16 days? at least the blog is still up and running right? i didnt delete it. i have thought of deleting it but decided not to because i'll lose all that i have expressed the last 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a helluva good time last saturday. it was ruting and candice pool party to celebrate their birthdays! many people came and im gonna repeat this again, I CARRIED 20 PLUS PLUS PLUS 1.5ML BOTTLES DOWN AND DOWN AND DOWN FROM MY HOUSE TO THE BBQ PIT! omg. heavy heavy heavy. but it was all worth it. we had fun. marshmellows.. YUMMY! one by one, people went back but the few of us, close friends stayed over and played games. there was one time when a guy from another condo came to the fence and told us to keep the noise level down but other than that, there were no complains. which was good! more parties please!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i feel so goth today cause like my class, we arranged to wear black today. as in like ALL BLACK (think - black mascara, black eyeliner, black nails and black shoes and black bags). haha. so fun. i think i look super super super scary when i left my house this morning. luckily no one like stared at me or else, im so sure i'll dig their eyes out. gotta go with the image man! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNNESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-116230202639860896?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116230202639860896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116230202639860896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116230202639860896' title='yes yes yes'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-116085202718737848</id><published>2006-10-15T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T02:53:47.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OK GO - don't ask me</title><content type='html'>Quit acting so friendly. &lt;br /&gt;Don't nod don't laugh all nicely. &lt;br /&gt;Don't think you'll up-end me. &lt;br /&gt;Don't sigh, don't sip your iced-tea. &lt;br /&gt;And don't say, "It's been a while..." &lt;br /&gt;And don't flash that stupid smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me how I've been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I've forgotten, &lt;br /&gt;you never liked that necklace. &lt;br /&gt;So cordial, so rotten... &lt;br /&gt;Kiss, kiss, let's meet for breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;Don't show up so on-time &lt;br /&gt;and don't act like you're so kind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me how I've been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't sit there and play just &lt;br /&gt;so frank, so straight, so candid, &lt;br /&gt;so thoughtful, so gracious, &lt;br /&gt;so sound, so even-handed. &lt;br /&gt;Don't be so damn benign &lt;br /&gt;and don't waste my fucking time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me how I've been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-116085202718737848?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116085202718737848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116085202718737848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116085202718737848' title='OK GO - don&apos;t ask me'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-116075599558858102</id><published>2006-10-13T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T00:13:15.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im sick</title><content type='html'>it all started this morning. i reached home at about 5.30 am. showered and went to sleep at 6 am. then i started tossing and turning and groaning (think of every possible uncomfortable noise you can make).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hands and feet were numb cause it was tooo cold and my chest was super tight, making me have difficulties in breathing. i was hugging myself. super terrible. so at 8 am, i woke up, i couldnt sleep anymore. my chest was hurting like crazy and i started crying cause it was super painful. i thought i was gonna be admitted in the hospital and i thought of the people visiting me and bringing magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to wash up and went downstairs for a cup of milo. i was still hurting. then my mum woke up and i told her and she quickly washed up and brought me to the doctor's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doctor checked me and asked me when was the last time i had eaten and how much sleep i had and when did it start being painful. then he asked me to lie on the bed and checked the centre of the chest cause there was where it hurt. so i told him that it was the internal and not the external.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he explained that it could be due to the acid in the stomach, when i sleep, it like "rolled" into the heart area causing heart burns. so that was what i was suffering in the morning, heart burn. then he said, for 3 days, no milky stuffs, no chilli, no fried and oily stuffs... blah blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to my grandma's and slept there. when i woke up, i was feeling chilly and i think i was having fever. my throat hurts and i was giddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i ate my medicine. yuckness i tell u. my chest is getting tighter now. shit. let's hope it'll be ok by morning.&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/6913152-116075599558858102?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116075599558858102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116075599558858102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116075599558858102' title='im sick'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-116064294092692293</id><published>2006-10-12T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T16:49:00.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>know</title><content type='html'>this is random. it is as random as it can ever be. super random.&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored. so that's why this is random. oh oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just kidding. &lt;br /&gt;i'm like half half&lt;br /&gt;like random.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-116064294092692293?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116064294092692293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116064294092692293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116064294092692293' title='know'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-116032210747819502</id><published>2006-10-08T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T23:41:47.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrongness</title><content type='html'>i feel like blogging but i dont feel like blogging either. it makes me so frustrated that i have to blog about my frustration. but blogging about that makes me not feel like blogging. so should i blog or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm already blogging but this blog is not like any other blogs. i wanna blog about that but it seems so hard to blog it out. i think blogging about that is just too hard. it feels as if it can be discovered. it seems so easy but it is actually very hard. not only is it very hard, it is also meaningless to blog about that. so now that i am actually blogging about something that i am thinking of whether to blog or not is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so should i still continue blogging or not? i think i should blog. i really really should blog. but i really dont feel like either. the title of this blog and this actual blog does not go. should i change the title? nah. i like blogging about something no one understands but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a complicated blog just like the complication that i am in. blogging and me make good friends. "blogging" in that sentence is a different meaning of the blogging you know. it is a whole different dimension if you look at it the real blogging way. do you understand? neither do i. i dont understand about this blogging thing that works on nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read between the lines. &lt;br /&gt;if you get it, you get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-116032210747819502?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116032210747819502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116032210747819502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116032210747819502' title='wrongness'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-116006594082631519</id><published>2006-10-06T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T00:32:20.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look see do</title><content type='html'>i was talking to sherlyn online and i was using my webcam. it's actually very lousy but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2263/399/1600/me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2263/399/320/me2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;innocence spilled. says:&lt;br /&gt;now u look so sad&lt;br /&gt;innocence spilled. says:&lt;br /&gt;dont emo ahh&lt;br /&gt;innocence spilled. says:&lt;br /&gt;oeiiiii&lt;br /&gt;innocence spilled. says:&lt;br /&gt;oeiiii&lt;br /&gt;melody says:&lt;br /&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;melody says:&lt;br /&gt;dont shit ah&lt;br /&gt;melody says:&lt;br /&gt;u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2263/399/1600/me1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2263/399/320/me1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melody says:&lt;br /&gt;my eyebrows are so dark ah&lt;br /&gt;melody says:&lt;br /&gt;and myforehead is like so funny ahh&lt;br /&gt;melody says:&lt;br /&gt;i think i look out of shape&lt;br /&gt;melody says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;innocence spilled. says:&lt;br /&gt;u got high forehead uh&lt;br /&gt;melody says:&lt;br /&gt;i duno ehh&lt;br /&gt;melody says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe cuz my eyebrows are too concentrated near the eye it gives lots to space to the forehead&lt;br /&gt;melody says:&lt;br /&gt;haha  &lt;br /&gt;innocence spilled. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2263/399/1600/me4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2263/399/320/me4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-116006594082631519?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116006594082631519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116006594082631519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116006594082631519' title='look see do'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-116006131724924975</id><published>2006-10-05T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T23:15:17.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>felt feelings feel</title><content type='html'>someone please tell him/her to wake up!&lt;br /&gt;it's no use dreaming of something that you know will never happen, not in a million years. you know that him/her is a whole different person compared to you. &lt;br /&gt;wake up already. stop dreaming. think otherwise. feel otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. he/she may be someone you think can share your thoughts with. he/she may have almost the same interest as you but hello, it's a world apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-116006131724924975?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116006131724924975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/116006131724924975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116006131724924975' title='felt feelings feel'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-115989646918434545</id><published>2006-10-04T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T01:27:49.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>being real</title><content type='html'>come on. get real. WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? you are not gonna abandon whatever you have done to a person. that is not right. explain yourself and make yourself understood. there is no point in holding back. you are just making the other party confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after what you have done. you are just gonna leave it, ignore that buzzing person buzzing you, bother that person for something that you want but never caring about the person's feelings. i know it sounds mean. the person, however, does not feel that way. it hurts to know that the person is hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he/she needs to know that it is not another passing facade. that you feel something. you want something. you need something. just that, he/she does not know where he/she stands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he/she does not know enough. he/she needs to find himself/herself. he/she is afraid to go ahead. give the green light to himself/herself. tell himself/herself that it is fine and he/she can go ahead. he/she is afraid of the surroundings, afraid of the gossip, afraid of the confrontation, afraid of whatever that may come his/her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's too difficult to think harder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-115989646918434545?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115989646918434545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115989646918434545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115989646918434545' title='being real'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-115946787460047593</id><published>2006-09-29T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T02:24:34.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok. wronged.</title><content type='html'>okok. i was wrong. it didnt get deleted after all.&lt;br /&gt;sorryy for the outburst!&lt;br /&gt;happy reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-115946787460047593?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115946787460047593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115946787460047593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115946787460047593' title='ok. wronged.'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-115946680014887643</id><published>2006-09-29T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T02:06:40.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>SOMETIMES I REALLY HATE BLOGGER.&lt;br /&gt;I TYPED A WHOLE CHUNK OF STUFFS.&lt;br /&gt;IT GOT DELETED.&lt;br /&gt;EWW.&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANNA REPEAT THE WHOLE PROCESS OF TYPING THE CHUNK.&lt;br /&gt;LOOKS LIKE YOU WONT READ WHATEVER I TYPED EARLIER ON.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-115946680014887643?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115946680014887643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115946680014887643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115946680014887643' title='OMG'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-115946649735644043</id><published>2006-09-29T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T02:01:37.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>parties</title><content type='html'>it's time i blog religiously. haha.&lt;br /&gt;starting with ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to phuture with a couple of friends. met my pri school friend. omg. she knows prata! hahaha. anyways, we went to get the stamp for phuture and got out again. then we waited for the guys.&lt;br /&gt;sel couldnt come in cuz he was late. SEL! TOLD YOU TO BE EARLY RIGHT. yeah. and so he and reg couldnt get in. then they jumped queue in velvet's and got in fortunately. phuture was super packed. super squeezely. super warm. super everything you want to avoid.&lt;br /&gt;danced and got pushed and pushed back, rested cuz legs were aching from the heels and the movements. then it ended. walked to the opposite of great world. guys went to get drinks and i took off my heels. super painful. guys came back with drinks and we drank their drinks. zan and i took the cab back. &lt;br /&gt;short and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. today.&lt;br /&gt;went to town. i felt silly cuz i was trying to be arty farty. anyways, we walked about. i wanted to get sandals cuz the heels that i wore was killing me. got plasters instead. so i stucked them everywhere. haha. nah. i just put them where they are needed. then we went to chill in spinelli. did a little more walking in heeren. then to cine. then i left them to specialist to wait for my dad to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;went to esplanade. and oh my! THE FORBIDDEN CITY WAS SUPERRRRRRRRR NICEEEE!!!!! kit chan had the best voice in the entire cast. and and hossan leong was sooo funny! hahaha. it was great! i'm so glad i got to watch it. it's like my first musical in like the esplanade and i watched the best musical ever. it's so nice. like super. i dont think they are selling any more tickets to the rest of the remaining days for the show cuz it's ending soon right? &lt;br /&gt;well, im just glad i watched it. it's so so so NICE. i feel as if my vocab is limited to NICE. whatever. no words can describe the feeling. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home. dad bought supper. the hokkien mee was YUCKY. haha. but i ate it anyways. i was super hungry. &lt;br /&gt;so there! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-115946649735644043?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115946649735644043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115946649735644043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115946649735644043' title='parties'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-115911142008079807</id><published>2006-09-24T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:23:40.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reappearing once again</title><content type='html'>i feel as if i were a calendar, only appearing on leap years. i guess this is another leap year entry except it is not exactly a leap year. im feeling a little sick. my voice is like sort of blocked and im having cold/flu. something which affects the nose. very terrible. sore throat, the beginnings of a cough. i think i ate too much junkies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh. im so looking forward to this thurs and sat. it's like woooo. a family affair. been a long time since we did that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so random. im feeling sore. gonna get to bed early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-115911142008079807?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115911142008079807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115911142008079807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115911142008079807' title='reappearing once again'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-115812635008543490</id><published>2006-09-13T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T13:45:50.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you should know..</title><content type='html'>i was super surprised to see my friends in my room last night. ruting was at my house like earlier than the rest and then at about 11.50pm, she went off. i was like a little disappointed cuz it was just another 10 more mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was ok. i packed my room and sat down in front of the com eating lays. a while later, from the toilet, BOOOOOOO. everyone came in, i'm like OHMYGOD! i look like a pig with ugly hair! then they brought in a cupcake with a yellow candle and asked me to bite off the top part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played games the whole night, talked about some shit. hahahha. super funny. drank lotsa water cuz it was torture or make it sound better, it was penalty or sth. so we drank and thing is, we cant visit the toilet. so it's like TORTURE. hehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FRIENDS!! LOVESSS!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-115812635008543490?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115812635008543490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115812635008543490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115812635008543490' title='you should know..'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-115755317673254500</id><published>2006-09-06T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T22:32:56.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toughness is what tough do</title><content type='html'>yeah. like totally. im like so proud to have a SWEET SISTER. imagine my sister being surrounded by stuff toys is a sight to behold. i try to imagine her but it's too hard. it's like HARD. but really really, if you really get to know her, she's actually a really really REALLY NICE AND SWEET PERSON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, enough about my sister. i have to tell you about work. it is so TOUGH. speaking chinese is a torture on its own. now think about the lion and the people you have to serve. it's HELL. i have been saved by the rescuers when i was drowned. and saved many times. thank god for them. but seriously, the place is not too bad. they have nice friendly and helpful people. even the lion can sometimes turn into barney. so all is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh. im not hinting or anything but i think presents should be coming my way soon right? it's really up to you but i think im in need of a bag. like a bag big enough to store things and at the same time, stylish enough for every occasion. oh oh. i would also like long necklaces, preferable in gold with just a little big pendant or design hanging. and and maybe throw in a wallet or two. that's not all people!! i still want a new laptop. christina aguilera's back to basics, i love her voice! and wait wait, continue reading.. i want a queen size bed lest ruting complain that my bed is too small. and and i want curtains in my room. it's been like forever and also  i wanna &lt;br /&gt;PARTY ALL NIGHT LONG WITH MY BESTEST GIRLFRIENDS!!&lt;br /&gt;AND GUYFRIENDS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-115755317673254500?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115755317673254500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115755317673254500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115755317673254500' title='toughness is what tough do'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-115704835108246260</id><published>2006-09-01T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T02:19:11.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happyX3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all im gonna say. i really wanted to go back to school but i have to work. sorry teachers. &lt;br /&gt;hope all of you had a good time/day/whatever!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-115704835108246260?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115704835108246260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115704835108246260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115704835108246260' title='happyX3'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-115623749200761943</id><published>2006-08-22T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T17:04:52.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg</title><content type='html'>its been such a long time since i blogged. last time was 9th august and it was national day!! i dont even remember! okok. sorry singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. lots of things happened between 9th aug and today. to start it off, birthdays. yeah. the birthday guy. next, dinner, 50th anniversary dinner! way cool. super big restaurant. i'll try uploading the pictures soon. heh. next, dreaded exams. way not cool!! it sucked. and i have another one tomorrow. 2 more papers in fact, over the next 2 days. BORING!! have i ever told you how boring and sick it is? dont ask cause it sucked so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about what happened. i think. there are more stuffs definitely but as usualy, laziness gets the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im gonna pop over to pikie's place to see her HUGE BEARS which costs 400 bucks!!! she got it from the dinner auction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. blog another time!! :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-115623749200761943?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115623749200761943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115623749200761943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115623749200761943' title='omg'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-115511644811431797</id><published>2006-08-09T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T17:40:48.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little something</title><content type='html'>i find this sentence really meaningful and touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everytime you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing"&lt;br /&gt;Mother Theresa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-115511644811431797?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115511644811431797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115511644811431797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115511644811431797' title='a little something'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-115496904200438830</id><published>2006-08-08T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T00:44:02.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eh spike</title><content type='html'>this is specially dedicated to my dearest SUPER BUDDY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a bird, it's a plane, it's SUPER BUDDY!!!&lt;br /&gt;spike.. this is for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU&lt;br /&gt;YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU&lt;br /&gt;YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU&lt;br /&gt;YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU&lt;br /&gt;YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU&lt;br /&gt;YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU&lt;br /&gt;YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU&lt;br /&gt;YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU DEEP DEEP&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU DEEP DEEP&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU DEEP DEEP&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU DEEP DEEP&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU DEEP DEEP&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU DEEP DEEP&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU DEEP DEEP&lt;br /&gt;(in case ur jealous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;haahaha&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-115496904200438830?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115496904200438830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115496904200438830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115496904200438830' title='eh spike'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-115475535657882557</id><published>2006-08-05T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T13:22:36.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHERLYN AW FP!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg omg omg. you are of official age to almost everything! you can go clubbing without fearing the bouncers, you can buy fags without worrying about them checking your ic, you can buy alcohol without the operators checking yout identity! that's like almost freedom! oh oh. one more thing. you can watch M18 shows and LEARN DRIVING!! wooooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, enough about you man. your birthday is always the most expensive. it BURNED an enormous hole in my pocket! hahahaha. i wanna so learn driving so i can drive my dad's car when he goes overseas. hahahha. like seriously, i wanna pass n my very first test and my very first practical. it seems easy but it's gonna be tough. hahah. why am i talking about driving when im not even of age yet. okok. another 1 month and 8 days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCANDICEEE.. you are gonna start school!! omg omg omg. are you ready? it's like sooooooooo soooooooo sooooooo long since you started learning things again. like let's see, almost 8 months? that's superrrr long. im finishing school and you are starting school! hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh. we planned a surprise birthday for sherlyn last night. we were like ok, dont go out with her today, she's gonna be sad and when the night comes, we'll just surprise her at candice's place. so we bought presents before hand and we wrapped them up and bought a cake. then we went up to candice's place. candice's job was to ask her out for supper but she will bring sherlyn to her place first. then candice gave me a missed call to signal that they were on their way. we lighted the candles and some hid behind the door and some in the toilet. when she came up, the room was dark then out from the door, we sang "happy birthday" and from the toilet, the cake came in. i think she was really touched.&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, i wonder if she knew it all along and if she does know, whether or not she was really surprised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, it was done and over with. today spells a brand new day for the big day!&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/6913152-115475535657882557?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115475535657882557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115475535657882557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115475535657882557' title='happy birthday!!'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-115457783222008432</id><published>2006-08-03T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T12:03:52.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when it all falls apart</title><content type='html'>just a song title that i am listening to now so it's like random. im like in class now and it's like there are only a handful of students. hahaha. everyone went off even the teacher!! hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im about to go off already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-115457783222008432?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115457783222008432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115457783222008432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115457783222008432' title='when it all falls apart'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-115424780119285528</id><published>2006-07-30T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T16:23:21.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yet another</title><content type='html'>tired&lt;br /&gt;tired&lt;br /&gt;tired&lt;br /&gt;tired&lt;br /&gt;tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL WANNA GET A PRETTY DRESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna go shopping! soon. it'd better be soon. i so so so cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHERLYNYYYY.. your birthday is in 6 days! we'll all be counting down to your BIG BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so random but whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-115424780119285528?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115424780119285528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115424780119285528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115424780119285528' title='yet another'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-115407685606144108</id><published>2006-07-28T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T16:54:16.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just another day</title><content type='html'>it's just another friday, just that today's friday, at this time, im not in the gym. im getting lazy. slacking in the gym department. or should i say the exercise department. MELODY!!! YOU COULD DO WITHOUT THE EXTRA KGS!!! COME ON! GET MOVING! that is what i always say to my self but truth is, i never got about doing it. hahahah!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. im gonna listen to what my body wants and go jogging tomorrow! i have to lose some weight before the alma mater's big birthday dinner! omg!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should i wear? should i go full formal wear or should i go cocktail wear or should i just go casual? but i really really wanna wear a pretty pretty dress! that is only if i have lost the weight! no more chips! hahahaha. that's it! MELODY IS GOING ON A DIET! hahahaha. highly unlikely to stick to the plan that i have. give me some food and in a second, all will be gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, back to the dinner. i've paid the money and im going. but i need to find a dress. a pretty pretty dress. yay. pretty! wooo. hahahaha. i want a pretty dress! it calls for the girl's best friend; SHOPPING. it is a friend ok! dont underestimate the power of my friend. BUT, whenever there is something good, something bad will happen as well. this is called a girl's worst nightmare; MONEY. yes yes. you need money to shop and without money, nothing you want will come. which is extremely disappointing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohhh daddddyyyyyy, i wanna go shopping! this is for the anniversary dinner. pretty pretty please! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not as if he's gonna read my blog. i just wanna express myself. haha. i really really wanna say that to him but he's not really the english-sh type. so i cant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this brings me to I WANNA LIVE IN AMERICA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so so so many things that we have and want which belongs to the west. they are more open and if you watch The OC or Laguna Beach or The Hills. you'll realise that the girls are so so so open and the guys are so so so HOT. you dont see HOT guys in Singapore everyday. they're like extinct. just a handful left. Singapore!!! produce some quality HOT guys please! hahahha. i'll elaborate on this issue another time. this is a very serious issue and it cant be left out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo.. till then. &lt;br /&gt;:))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-115407685606144108?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115407685606144108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115407685606144108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115407685606144108' title='just another day'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-115339205677825061</id><published>2006-07-20T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T18:40:56.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unbalanced</title><content type='html'>someone's sleeping on my couch&lt;br /&gt;someone's playing the computer&lt;br /&gt;someone's on tv&lt;br /&gt;someone's everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everywhere, anywhere. everyone's feeling unbalanced. the person on my couch, the one on the computer, the one on tv. they are missing out something. something that is important. something that will never be satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone's screaming&lt;br /&gt;someone's crying&lt;br /&gt;someone's singing&lt;br /&gt;someone's laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have something. they have feelings. they feel unbalanced somehow. they still feel unsatisfied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like dancing the night away. i feel like skipping school tomorrow. i feel like a pile of shit. i feel hungry. there is nothing in the world that someone is feeling on top of the world. they need something that they want that is unable to get. far out of their reach. far away from their land. far away in their dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing is everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-115339205677825061?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115339205677825061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115339205677825061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115339205677825061' title='unbalanced'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-115321412879222221</id><published>2006-07-18T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T17:15:28.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is for jeslyn</title><content type='html'>im gonna blog about my everyday stuff if possible and not just about special things that affect me.&lt;br /&gt;that's abt it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-115321412879222221?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115321412879222221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115321412879222221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115321412879222221' title='this is for jeslyn'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-115279130538852068</id><published>2006-07-13T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T19:48:25.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oooooohhhhh</title><content type='html'>i feel so touched.&lt;br /&gt;my grandmother said i was pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were sitting down at the dinner table with my aunties and uncle. she turned to me and look me up and down. then she look at me and said, "yeng, lei huo leng" (ying, you are very pretty). i wanted to reply her "yan wai lei hai ngo ge mama mah" (because you are my grandmother) but it didnt come out of my mouth cuz if i did, she'll probably so touched, she'll cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i've got motivated to exercise real hard (hopefully) and lose some weight. i can do without the extra kgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'MON MEL! YOU CAN DO IT!!&lt;br /&gt;:)))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-115279130538852068?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115279130538852068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115279130538852068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115279130538852068' title='oooooohhhhh'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-115262458555771878</id><published>2006-07-11T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:29:45.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get moving uh huh</title><content type='html'>i know ive been slacking on updating the blog so here i am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a few things over the weekend&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe my dad would being my bro and me shopping&lt;br /&gt;its like once in a very very long time&lt;br /&gt;maybe he felt we were deprived of his money&lt;br /&gt;or maybe he felt bad not buying us anything&lt;br /&gt;or maybe he just made lots of money!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah!!&lt;br /&gt;sooo impossible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i got new things and that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more shopping trips, dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-115262458555771878?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115262458555771878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115262458555771878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115262458555771878' title='get moving uh huh'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-115190433061105768</id><published>2006-07-03T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T13:25:30.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good vs bad</title><content type='html'>i realised that my blog is full of sad sad stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;i gotta make it be happy!!&lt;br /&gt;like give it some TLC!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU BLOG!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-115190433061105768?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115190433061105768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115190433061105768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115190433061105768' title='good vs bad'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-115133410049010762</id><published>2006-06-26T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T23:01:40.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>realising is tough</title><content type='html'>the sooner i realise that my dad's not gonna get me anything, the sooner it'll be for me to forget that i ever asked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seldom ask my dad for anything. i dont ask him to go shopping with me. i dont ask him to give me money to go shopping. i do that all with my own money. not that it's wrong, it's right. we should save up and buy the things we want ourselves. but it's the reaction i got from him. it's how he answered whatever i asked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is he a good father? why am i raised like that can be linked back to him. it's him i look up to, it's him i'm afraid to question. why has it turned out like that? is it because i have not been spending time with him? if that's the case, then it is his fault too. he hasnt been spending time with the whole family. everyone is worried about him but does he care? NO. maybe he thinks he does but it doesnt show. he doesnt care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so sad.&lt;br /&gt;tears stream down like an open river.&lt;br /&gt;it never stops.&lt;br /&gt;it never stops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-115133410049010762?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115133410049010762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115133410049010762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115133410049010762' title='realising is tough'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-115065541360664435</id><published>2006-06-19T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T02:30:13.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>been a while</title><content type='html'>havent had the time to blog. no. i shouldnt say that. i was lazy to blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found a few things:&lt;br /&gt;i like yellow and green and maroon&lt;br /&gt;adrianna lima the brazilian supermodel is HOT&lt;br /&gt;i still need a curtain for my room&lt;br /&gt;my hair sucks&lt;br /&gt;cleo is a good magazine&lt;br /&gt;i love painting my nails&lt;br /&gt;i still need more clothes&lt;br /&gt;i want that wedges&lt;br /&gt;i still have to paint a picture&lt;br /&gt;koalas are cute&lt;br /&gt;i still mix up brad pitt and tom cruise&lt;br /&gt;(is tom the one with blonde and brad the brunette?)&lt;br /&gt;jessica alba is HOT too&lt;br /&gt;i have to get some books to read&lt;br /&gt;STOMP is cool -&gt; www.stomp.com.sg&lt;br /&gt;backgammon helps me pass time&lt;br /&gt;i want a digi cam&lt;br /&gt;i have to sleep early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;when i think of more, i'll definitely write it down.&lt;br /&gt;wooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-115065541360664435?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115065541360664435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115065541360664435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115065541360664435' title='been a while'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-115019623776100660</id><published>2006-06-13T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T18:57:17.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i put the F in FUN</title><content type='html'>wooweee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sat(10jun)&lt;br /&gt;was Fun Fun FUN. i dressed up and was all ready to party into the night. went over to ruting's place and eve helped to put makeup on the girls. loves her. some were not very nice, some were nice. complaints were heard but it all came out right. suntec opened its doors(duh! it's an automated sliding door!!) for us as we stepped in. walked about for a while. then we head over to dxo to dance the night away. weee. funness!! dxo is quite a place. dance floor was bigger than liquid room's but it was still hot and stuffy. so packed! we danced to the R&amp;B hits. madness. so FUN. by the time we went home, exhaustion took me over. slept till the cows came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun to mon(11jun to 12jun)&lt;br /&gt;it was chalet!! sweet! i was disappointed. thought my dad would fetch me all the way to the chalet but noooo.. he fetched me till queenstown and i had to volunteer to take the MRT all the way to pasir ris. but it was alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there i went. got down from the exhausting journey to the east. called my friend cause she asked me to buy 2 BUNCHES OF BANANA! BANANA?? yeah. banana. i was kinda reluctant to get it. so i asked them where to get it and they were said cheers in downtown east. so i thought ok, maybe someone would accompany me somehow. surprise surprise! evan appeared! wooo.. so i took the bus with her all the way to downtown east. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met sherlyn, yixin, shidah and wani there. we all went to cheers. unfortunately, no bananas were found. so sherlyn's hopes of bbqing chocolate in banana were dashed. but it was ok. we still had PLENTY of food. walked to the chalet and met everyone! said HIs and the bbq started. food was served together with xmen 2 on tv! it was soo fun. bbqed mmarshmellows with chocolate! yummy! so melty and so yummy and so chocolatey! weee. then we slacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soccer match between mexico and iran. went to a cafe in pasir ris park to watch it because the chalet doesnt offer the channel. we walked through the park. dark and wet and musty. walked across the muddy field. MUDDY!! oh mann. the girls eeked and ahhed. then we went to wash our legs at the toilet nearby. stepped on some ants. red ants! screamed and ran to the toilet asap. washed it all off. then walked back to the cafe. half time. talked and ordered drinks. pure bliss. 2nd half of the match. chatted with nicole and watched soccer and msged pikie at the same time. end of match. mexico 3 iran 1. pikie just won some money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeslyn, nicole, evan, meng wee and i went back to the chalet. watched tv and bathe. fell asleep. woke up and got ready for escape!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escape was fun fun fun. played the rides. funniest part was the haunted house. nicole, yixin, jingxian and i went in. at the start there was a human "ghost". she "crawled" out and screamed. then we screamed back at her. there were some dangly black cloth in front of us so we couldnt see her. then she came nearer and screamed again. then we screamed and move backwards. nic wanted to turn back and open the door but it was closed tightly. then the "ghost" opened the black dangly cloth and went "boo" and we screamed. then she said come, come in la. dont scream. i am alone here also you know. then she opened the black thing and we walked in. she led us through 2 or 3 black things and we were on our own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat more rides and then rested. went back to the chalet to sleep. played donkey. then to escape again! played till it closed and went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept for 14 hours after that. was really really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-115019623776100660?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115019623776100660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/115019623776100660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115019623776100660' title='i put the F in FUN'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114970048721431331</id><published>2006-06-08T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T01:14:47.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one more to go!</title><content type='html'>i so so so cant wait for everything to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's in another 12 hours and 30 mins! the &lt;strong&gt;LAST&lt;/strong&gt; paper of the common test. wooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh mann..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna &lt;strong&gt;SHOP&lt;/strong&gt;!! it's the GREAT SINGAPORE SALE! lemme emphasize - &lt;strong&gt;SALE&lt;/strong&gt;!!! it's a girls' thing. maybe even guys but... more on girls, i dont care. girls are fun! okk.. now i sound really weird. but whatever, girls are fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping makes the world go round.&lt;br /&gt;that's how the economy prospers right?&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;demand for shops are high&lt;br /&gt;there is an increase in the number of buyers&lt;br /&gt;therefore resulting in an increase in the economy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;that's what i learnt.&lt;br /&gt;uh huh. um hmm. yeahh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114970048721431331?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114970048721431331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114970048721431331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114970048721431331' title='one more to go!'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114957304460483421</id><published>2006-06-06T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T13:50:44.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nightmares are no fun</title><content type='html'>i had a nightmare last night and it was so scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all began when i was telling a story, not any ordinary story, but a ghost story. my cometitor and i were taking part in the ghost story telling competition. i went first. &lt;br /&gt;my story went like this. i was walking the woods and then i saw a ghostly figure with blackened eyes and long black tangled hair wearing a white oversized flowy dress. it started to multiply. more and more of them appeared and they surrounded me in a pattern how trees are planted. they stared ahead. i start to multiply too. we were in a alternating pattern. i started to shiver. they shivered too. suddenly music came on and i danced to the chicken little tune. not long later, they followed and the music became louder "maia-hee, maia-hoo, maia-hoo, maia-haha" then everyone danced and jumped to the tune. the blackened eyes turned brown and it appeared that they were friendly ghosts! everyone was in a sync with the song and enjoying themselves.&lt;br /&gt;then the audiences laughed at my story. i thought it was pretty amusing that i could come up with one like that. next was my competitor. he didnt look very friendly. his eyes were evil and crooked. he had an evil grin.&lt;br /&gt;his story was scarier. it began when 2 teenagers were playing in the field when a stranger came up to them and ask them to do a flavor for him and they will get paid. the teenagers agreed and followed him to a long winding road. at the end of the road stood an abandoned house. it was old and shattered. they entered the house. peter was posted to a different room from paul. they were asked to paint the rooms a bright cheery pink. peter proceeded to work on his allocated room. paul's allocated room was not as structured as peter's room. he looked around and found the window torn out of its place. he looked out of the window then he looked down and he saw a little boy staring back at him. the boy was standing at the edge of the window pane. paul was shocked. a while later, paul began to mumble "there's a boy, there's a boy, there's a boy". his eyes were dilated and fixed to the boy. "there's a boy.. there's a boy.." then he move his head back up and turned around, still mumbling. he saw a bed. on the bed was the boy looking at him. "there's a boy, there's a boy" it was all he could say. then the boy disappeared. paul began to feel very cold. he closed his eyes. his head felt numb. then it went back to his temperature again. next his right arm and he shook it, followed by the left then the right leg and left leg. it appears that the boy had possessed him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i woke up. it was sooo scary. i couldnt continue with the dream any longer. i was so so so soooo scared. i wanted to call sel but it was 4 plus then i wanted to go online and talk to sherlyn but i guess she would be asleep too. so i prayed and prayed and prayed for happy thoughts, happy dreams, happy thoughts. i kept repeating myself. then i switched on my radio and sang to whatever song that was playing to keep my mind off the dream. i prayed one last time. then i forced myself to think of things that would make me happy. about an hour later, i fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was that scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114957304460483421?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114957304460483421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114957304460483421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114957304460483421' title='nightmares are no fun'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114935758200389361</id><published>2006-06-04T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T01:59:42.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop it!</title><content type='html'>those people out there, c'mon, there is no wrong for fat people to be cool. they want to be cool too. stop thinking that everyone must be as skinny or as stick-thin as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THIS.&lt;br /&gt;HATE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;HATE EVERYTHING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114935758200389361?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114935758200389361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114935758200389361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114935758200389361' title='stop it!'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114935472110827208</id><published>2006-06-04T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T01:12:01.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>personality</title><content type='html'>took some quizzes and here they are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 11pt;" width="350" align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#CCE6FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #1 Match: ENFP&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E5F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Inspirer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;You are also unconventional, irreverant, and unimpressed by authority and rules.&lt;br /&gt;Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.&lt;br /&gt;You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're qutie the storyteller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFCCCD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #2 Match: ESFP&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFE5E6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Performer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a natural performer and happiest when you're entertaining others.&lt;br /&gt;A great friend, you are generous, fun-loving and optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;You love to laugh - and you like almost all people equally.&lt;br /&gt;You accept life as it is, and you do your best to make each day fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good actor, designer, or counselor.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFFECC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #3 Match: INFP&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFEE5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Idealist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are creative with a great imagination, living in your own inner world.&lt;br /&gt;Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships.&lt;br /&gt;It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close.&lt;br /&gt;But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent writer, psychologist, or artist.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#CCE6FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #4 Match: ISFP&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E5F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a gifted artist or musician (though your talents may be dormant right now).&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy spending your free time in nature, and you are good with animals and children.&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, you enjoy bueaty in all its forms and live for the simple pleasures in life.&lt;br /&gt;Gentle, sensitive, and compassionate - you are good at recognizing people's unspoken needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good veterinarian, pediatrician, or composer.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFCCCD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #5 Match: ENFJ&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFE5E6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Giver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You strive to maintain harmony in relationships, and usually succeed.&lt;br /&gt;Articulate and enthusiastic, you are good at making personal connections.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you idealize relationships too much - and end up being let down.&lt;br /&gt;You find the most energy and comfort in social situations ... where you shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good writer, human resources director, or psychologist.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/mbtiquiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it me enough?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114935472110827208?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114935472110827208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114935472110827208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114935472110827208' title='personality'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114924883420145304</id><published>2006-06-02T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T19:47:14.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling bad</title><content type='html'>i've decided to come to my grandmother's house today after 3 days of staying home and not have any proper dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling so bad now. i think my grandmother is hurt too. i can see it in her eyes. she looks lost. i wish i could say something to her and talk to her but i cant. my cantonese is not very good and i have a feeling she's gonna cry tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came here to keep her company and to see her after 3 long days. usually i'll come here everyday after school but recently, because i had to study for the common test next week, i went home. now that im here, i feel bad. i didnt talk to her and dinner was quiet. i didnt even understand what &lt;em&gt;gan shui zong &lt;/em&gt;(in cantonese) means until my maid brought out the DUMPLING for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is going to be a long and quiet night. my brother is overseas and my cousin is still at work and my aunty and uncles are not back yet. she's going to be soo lonely. i cant accompany her because i had to study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she must feel very disappointed in me. im the eldest of the 2 children that my mother bore and i cant seem to do anything likeable in the family. NOTHING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is such that im controlled. &lt;br /&gt;being controlled makes me want to rebel more.&lt;br /&gt;im &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; a good granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;im &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; a good daughter.&lt;br /&gt;im &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; a good niece.&lt;br /&gt;im &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; a good sister.&lt;br /&gt;im &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; a good cousin.&lt;br /&gt;im &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114924883420145304?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114924883420145304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114924883420145304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114924883420145304' title='feeling bad'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114906918732941492</id><published>2006-05-31T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T17:53:07.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh mann</title><content type='html'>it seems like it's the best word around!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;common test is starting next week and im soo not ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;mircoeconomics - boo&lt;br /&gt;statistics - boo&lt;br /&gt;organisational behavior - so so&lt;br /&gt;computing and information processing - boo&lt;br /&gt;this shows the number of subjects i have to study before monday comes.&lt;br /&gt;which is not good at all, nah uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just looking forward to the hols.&lt;br /&gt;chalet&lt;br /&gt;movies&lt;br /&gt;shops&lt;br /&gt;chalet/bbq&lt;br /&gt;activities galore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh mann.. i sooo cant wait to get common test done and over with. like, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114906918732941492?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114906918732941492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114906918732941492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114906918732941492' title='oh mann'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114855881074102990</id><published>2006-05-25T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T20:06:50.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im back!</title><content type='html'>im back! im back! im back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114855881074102990?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114855881074102990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114855881074102990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114855881074102990' title='im back!'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114694226709355816</id><published>2006-05-07T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T03:04:27.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>memories all alone in the moonlight..&lt;br /&gt;i feel so touched seeing the ancient photos dearest sherlyn is sending me. they're so long ago and so so never seen before in a long time. i feel so sad all of a sudden. like i'm being reminded of the past, of being in secondary school and dreadfully awaiting the time to be awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the australia trip, teachers' day, just clowning around in school etc etc. it's all just a memory now. 5 yrs in secondary school had just gone by like that. if you take time to reminise on the past years, it can really be too much to bear. the scoldings, the punishments, the bullies, the project works, the class play and the school cleaners with their green and white uniform or is it green and orange, anyway, it can be really really overwhleming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss school.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the people.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the bitching.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the food.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the scoldings.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my cca.&lt;br /&gt;i miss procrastinating.(i still do that now anyways)&lt;br /&gt;i miss the playfulness.&lt;br /&gt;i miss everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i could go back, turn back time, teleport to another few years back. &lt;br /&gt;but we all have to move on. get on with life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, memories will always remain..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114694226709355816?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114694226709355816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114694226709355816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114694226709355816' title='memories'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114682931923059236</id><published>2006-05-05T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T19:44:07.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel like whining and im doing just that</title><content type='html'>i just dont understand why. why do i always have to end up in my grandmother's place every single day. all my things are at home and even my school work, my essential laptop and everything else. why do i always have to come here? i wanna go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what would others say? they will say that i'm not filial to my grandmother and not filial to my parents and everyone else. if it is not that reason, they will say that there is nothing to eat at home and that i can get more nutritious food at my grandmother's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this is what you have to do. GET A LIFE!! we're no longer living in the ancient society where being filial is the utmost important. we should break free from all this structured rules and be the new generation of singaporeans. we should not be conservative anymore. where would we go? how far can we go? it's the end of the world if everyone were to be narrow minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the flipside, there are people out there who are in need of someone. they are not independent enough to think for themselves. they need guidance and assistance but hey, i'm not gonna pity them. (i'm gonna link this back to where i started) they have to stand up for themselves, make a name for themselves. there is where entreprenuerial ability will arise. that is where creativity will surface. there is not much in the world for these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna conclude that i'm not gonna be like them. i wanna learn to be strong and be independent. i dont wanna be stuck in yester years where everything is boxed up. i wanna break free from all the controlling in the family. i wanna go far. i wanna go home..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114682931923059236?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114682931923059236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114682931923059236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114682931923059236' title='i feel like whining and im doing just that'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114637146089348511</id><published>2006-04-30T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T12:31:00.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nopee</title><content type='html'>i'm not going. making it here instead. this is sad. i was looking forward to it. why must you change plans? this is so sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114637146089348511?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114637146089348511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114637146089348511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114637146089348511' title='nopee'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114629145565359663</id><published>2006-04-29T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T14:29:05.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dad is an alcoholic</title><content type='html'>it's the dreadful weather again. why is it always raining? i dont like rainy days, it just makes me moody. but then again, i love rainy days cuz i get to stay home and cosy up on my bed reading a good book or magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt put the title there just for fun. i mean it. my dad is an alcoholic. i have an alcoholic father. imagine him coming home every single day and looking like a tomato and smelling like shit. not shit literally but this really smelly smell. he'll start doing funny things that he would never have done if he was sober. things like pointing at the tv when my bro and i were watching and saying "ahh, this ah, ah boy, girl, must learn ah.." and then he'll smile at us and then his head will roll from side to side then he'll go bathe. it's really creepy. really really scary. it's not just once a week. it's every single freaking day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i live in fear everyday. not that my dad would do anything to me, but it's better to be safe than sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just pray and pray and pray that he'll stop his nonsense and start acting his age. he's not very young anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114629145565359663?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114629145565359663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114629145565359663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114629145565359663' title='my dad is an alcoholic'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114606649195104964</id><published>2006-04-26T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T23:48:11.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school's fine</title><content type='html'>just as my title suggest. school's fine! but this is only the first week. there's more to come the next week and the week after next and the next etc etc. hehh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114606649195104964?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114606649195104964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114606649195104964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114606649195104964' title='school&apos;s fine'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114589054618349830</id><published>2006-04-24T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T22:55:46.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sch fun fun sch</title><content type='html'>school was ok. first day of school. lemme see. not too bad actually. hehh. i was lucky to go for the orientation last week or else i'll be the only one with no friends. heh.&lt;br /&gt;lecture theatre wasnt as hard to find as i imagined. heh. i was with a group of friends so it's quite ok. they knew where to go soooo, it was fine. :))&lt;br /&gt;tml, i'll have to go to another lecture theatre and i think i'll be really lost then. but then again, i'll be meeting my friends first so if i'm lost, they'll be lost too! heheheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;lemme talk more about canteen one. hmm. it's near the business block or should i say, it's just beside the block. the agar agar is not bad. there's tu tu kui, octopus ball, pancakes, cup corn or corn cup and the usual food centre food. just that it is cheaper by a few cents to a dollar. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;so that's about canteen one. oh oh. there's also a radio station there. DJs? tertiary students studying mass comm. &lt;br /&gt;and now, i can finally conclude... that's about canteen one. heh. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114589054618349830?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114589054618349830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114589054618349830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114589054618349830' title='sch fun fun sch'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114587563156297161</id><published>2006-04-24T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T18:47:11.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school fun school fun</title><content type='html'>school was fun. cuz time passes quickly. like really quickly. 2 hours seemed like half an hour. maybe cuz we're all trying to listen to the lecturer and take down notes. hehh. maybe that's the reason why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114587563156297161?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114587563156297161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114587563156297161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114587563156297161' title='school fun school fun'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114568370615925307</id><published>2006-04-22T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T13:28:26.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shop shop shop!!!</title><content type='html'>i'm about to get out of my house to - you guessed it! - SHOP!!! but i think all i'll buy is just small little things to get ready for school. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that reminds me, school's starting on mon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i should probably blog about the orientation and it can be described in one word - BORING! seriously, i think it is because my group was the stagnant one. let me see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers - so so&lt;br /&gt;organisation - thumbs down&lt;br /&gt;participation - so so&lt;br /&gt;people - ditto the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there. maybe it is because i was in that group. oh well, i dont know. i find it really funny that they put us in different tutorial groups. as in like we are from group 5 but the people in group 5 do not belong in the same tutorial group. so when i go to school on mon, i'll have to go round making friends again! that's a good thing i guess. so that we can make more friends. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i gotta get ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114568370615925307?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114568370615925307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114568370615925307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114568370615925307' title='shop shop shop!!!'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114520239610156393</id><published>2006-04-16T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T23:46:36.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weee..</title><content type='html'>i'm gonna work for the very last day tml before i go to school on tues. this will last till fri 'cause it's the orientation and then next mon, i'll be officially starting school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait but at the same time, i'm scared. will i make any friends? will they like me? is it that competitive in a poly? my senior buddy called me just now to remind me about the attire i will have to wear on tues and also the time to be there. hopefully brice is in the same group as me! heh. but that is sooo impossible because there are like so many groups and he could be in any one of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i just hope i could make some friends and get through poly as effortlessly as i could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114520239610156393?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114520239610156393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114520239610156393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114520239610156393' title='weee..'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114503503702839348</id><published>2006-04-15T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T01:17:17.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my hair is standing on ends</title><content type='html'>that was soooo disgusting. i just read a gay's blog! ewww! you should see the look on my face. i was totally disgusted. ewwww!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean like when you see girls holding hands as in like linking arms, it's nothing but when you see guys doing that, it's like what??!!! really. i wanna see them in person. i think it's gonna strike up many questions if my friends were to see them. it's seriously disgusting. it just doesnt seem right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i dunno what i'm talking about but if you were to know then good for you if not, sorry, ask someone to explain. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, happy good friday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114503503702839348?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114503503702839348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114503503702839348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114503503702839348' title='my hair is standing on ends'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114484617383544675</id><published>2006-04-12T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T20:49:33.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>working</title><content type='html'>i'm working and it's not as tough as the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;i had a chair. i had a whole row of sinful food spread out in front of the cart.&lt;br /&gt;i could name all! starting from KFC/TACO BELL, delifrance, yoshinoya, old chang kee, prima deli, venezia the gelato shop and finally sakae sushi.&lt;br /&gt;yummy and yummy!&lt;br /&gt;so far i only ate the gelato cuz it was right in front of my cart. delicious!&lt;br /&gt;school's starting soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114484617383544675?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114484617383544675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114484617383544675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114484617383544675' title='working'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114449871477750052</id><published>2006-04-08T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T20:18:34.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quintessential emacity</title><content type='html'>i find the words super nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my laptop!! hehh. it came yesterday. guess what? as usual the guy cant find my house. is it so hard to find it? come on. well actually, it is. i ordered macs on the same day and the guy couldnt find my house as well. that is so not cool. i had to direct the guy but it's ok. i do it all the time especially when i order something. hehh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114449871477750052?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114449871477750052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114449871477750052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114449871477750052' title='quintessential emacity'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114424057083194783</id><published>2006-04-05T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T20:36:10.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shrek 2</title><content type='html'>it's shrek 2 today.&lt;br /&gt;i watched shrek 2 over bread and milo.&lt;br /&gt;that was my tea time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml would be the incredibles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114424057083194783?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114424057083194783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114424057083194783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114424057083194783' title='shrek 2'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114413093873719651</id><published>2006-04-04T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T14:08:58.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all good</title><content type='html'>being grounded is not a bad thing after all. i get to laze at home and eat!! hopefully ru ting's not seeing this, she'll kill me. after all that sessions in the gym! ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been watching vcds and more vcds, surfing the internet and watching tv, playing my cell's games and just doing things needing electricity. ha! i wanted to watch cinderella the cartoon yesterday but i couldnt find the LD!! imagine that! i'm still watching LDs. hehh. the big round lazer disc. i'm gonna borrow the cartoon from video ezy one day!! i miss that cartoon. i can find like bambi, alice in wonderland, the wizard of oz, the sword in the stone and pinocchio but i just cant find those fairy tales. like cinderella, snow white and beauty and the beast. i used to have the LDs of all but i think in the process of moving house, the LDs were either given away or lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i gotta go eat now. i'm hungry and i'll probably watch shrek 2 or a series of unfortunate events. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114413093873719651?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114413093873719651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114413093873719651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114413093873719651' title='it&apos;s all good'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114398050317786524</id><published>2006-04-02T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T20:21:43.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grounded</title><content type='html'>i'm so grounded. grounded like how the nuts get grounded through that grinding machine. i'm so dead. i think i have to find a job soon - again. this time, working on weekends as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hardship is not only about working and not going out. it's more than that. hardship is when your parents start giving you THE FACE and start scolding you till you cry. not only cry but cry till sunrise. they are the only support you have and when you betray their trust in you and make yourself look like a complete idiot, being irresponsible, being not matured enough and being not sensible enough. i got the scolding. i received the tears and i have to face it. punishment being only going out once a week. that's for coming home late almost everyday and having dinner outside almost everyday and for keeping quiet when they accused me for not trying to save money. i tried and i'm still trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've disappointed EVERYONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114398050317786524?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114398050317786524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114398050317786524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114398050317786524' title='grounded'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114372462017756492</id><published>2006-03-30T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T21:17:00.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are right</title><content type='html'>yes. you are so right. that was the reason why i didnt wanna join you. sorry to say this but seriously, i dont really like her. maybe i'm jealous but whatever, if you want it, take it. i'm not gonna fret over some silly little stuff that made it so complicated. forget it, you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you can be a little too hard on the fact that people are just like that. you have to come clean with whoever that person is and forget that it had happened. seriously, just go with the flow, take it lightly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114372462017756492?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114372462017756492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114372462017756492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114372462017756492' title='you are right'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114331684653441978</id><published>2006-03-26T03:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T04:00:46.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>i'm at sherlyn's place now and i'm super tired!! SUPER!! ha!&lt;br /&gt;some things cannot be said to be done. seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114331684653441978?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114331684653441978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114331684653441978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114331684653441978' title='tired'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114292696430254711</id><published>2006-03-21T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T15:42:44.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel so sick</title><content type='html'>maybe because i am. down with a flu. started coughing today but i ate cough mixture and it kinda stopped. i think i'm gonna have fever soon. my body is aching and i feel so weak. i can't breathe properly and it's probably because there's lots of phlegm in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still craving for chips. i'm still craving for cheese cakes. i'm still craving for the sun. i'm still craving for the retail therapy. i'm still craving for the togetherness. i'm still craving for the dvds. i'm still craving for people. i'm still craving for the crave that sets me craving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114292696430254711?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114292696430254711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114292696430254711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114292696430254711' title='i feel so sick'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114259884756824854</id><published>2006-03-17T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T20:34:07.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>headachey ache</title><content type='html'>i really need to get out of this boring house. i'm craving for chips and a good ole movie. hehh. sometimes, i wish life were much more fun. maybe it's because of the person controlling it or maybe it is just because life's like that. &lt;br /&gt;i'm having a terrible headache. my stomach's aching too. what's wrong? maybe because i ate very little today. anyway, i better go rest. i feel like throwing up and minute now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114259884756824854?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114259884756824854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114259884756824854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114259884756824854' title='headachey ache'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114233533384240936</id><published>2006-03-14T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T19:22:13.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forget it honeysuckle!!</title><content type='html'>you are such a honeysuckle! seriously! i think no one can ever beat you at that thing that you do. maybe it's your forte, i wouldnt know and i dont care. how about offering you a cup of nice warm hot chocolate, bet you'll even take it away from the poor little puppy. who are you now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you too! dont think you can escape by keeping mum. you cant escape. call it the prison or cell, i dont care. you are only facing 4 full walls. be like the honeysuckle and let's see what you will become. i know what you will become, a honeysuckle too. i'll then laugh out loud at the honeysuckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm bored but who cares. no one cares about a single ugly looking orchid anymore. what will become of that is nothing. it will only wither to a terrible colour and that means it belongs to the dump.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114233533384240936?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114233533384240936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114233533384240936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114233533384240936' title='forget it honeysuckle!!'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114224710844538518</id><published>2006-03-13T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T18:51:48.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back</title><content type='html'>i'm back again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got my 6111 and i've got my trip to phuket and i've quitted my job!! it's hurray!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lazy to blog today.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another time? maybe later or tml.. ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114224710844538518?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114224710844538518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114224710844538518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114224710844538518' title='i&apos;m back'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114139209441191196</id><published>2006-03-03T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T21:21:34.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yippeee</title><content type='html'>i've got my results and i know which school i'm posted to!! weee.. it's my very first choice. i knew i could get in!! hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so cant wait to lke wed. i'm going phuket.. wee.. the sun, sand and the sea!! that'll be like the best thing that ever happened this holidays!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohh.. i finally got my dumb pay.. after 2 mths!! phew! that was uber long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get a new phone.. 6111 sounds yummy!! i HAVE TO PERSUADE MY DAD TO GET IT FOR ME!! it's time i changed phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. these are just the little things..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114139209441191196?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114139209441191196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114139209441191196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114139209441191196' title='yippeee'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114060647867555752</id><published>2006-02-22T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T19:07:58.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rotten</title><content type='html'>i feel so rotten. i should have never done it. why of all days today? i've never felt this way before. being caught red handed isnt the best thing in the world. i really dont mean to be bad. i just wanted to discuss plans which would affect me. not that i wanted to escape from the job but i just wanted to confirm things which cant be done at where i am at. i had to hide away to conceal myself from others; walls have ears. this will be the first and the last time. i would never do it again. at least not in another 11 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114060647867555752?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114060647867555752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114060647867555752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114060647867555752' title='rotten'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-114035128581383709</id><published>2006-02-19T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T20:14:45.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy idiot immature</title><content type='html'>some people just dont understand that fact that human beings have feelings. one certain person i know. not that she's ever gonna find out i'm talking about her. she doesnt know that one little word that she says can hurt the entire production. she doesnt know that people dont like to be bossed around. maybe she was once bossed by but that is no way to treat another the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a hard job to keep up with being cheerful and serious at work. nothing seems to work for her. she is always bossing me around, telling me things i dont want to hear and making me feel as if i'm just a dummy for her to play around with. it's about time i left. it's no fun continuing work without fun. where's the fun factor? we can have both fun and seriousness when needed..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-114035128581383709?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114035128581383709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/114035128581383709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114035128581383709' title='crazy idiot immature'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-113940319140208794</id><published>2006-02-08T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T20:53:11.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored for the thousandth time!</title><content type='html'>i'm stating this entry bored for the thousandth time. reson why? cause i had previous entries titled bored! not that i dont have any more adjective to describe the feeling that i'm feeling now but i have no energy to cause i'm bored and too "sick" to think of any more words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have decided to laze around at home today instead of going to town on my off day cause it has been a long time since i stayed home and be a couch potato - only without the usual potato chips and sprite. heh. i scanned the channels aimlessly finally settling down with discovery: travel and living cause they were showing some destination week: paris. after that , i changed to MTV cause they were showing some hits that interest me and got me thinking of the next album to buy after i get my pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking and i've decided! i'm going to have a haircut soon! i really cant stand my hair now. it's like curling at the area where i tuck the hair behind my ears. maybe that's the reason why it started to curl because i tucked it behind all the time. maybe i should try somehting new but then again, all the new styles that i tried always revert itself to the original one. maybe my hair doesnt want to listen to me anymore or maybe because my hair is too much and thick (as in the circumference). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe just maybe my hair has its own life on its own! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine that one day you were out on a shopping spree and all of a sudden u hear thousands and thousands of little voices from nowhere! everyone starts to avoid you and you wonder why. then the voices get louder when you try on a certain top at a changing room and when you look into the mirror to see how you look, you see your hair pushing one another and arguing on which top is the best and which top you should try instead. thousands of opinions thrown about on the top of your head and echoed all about the room because the room is enclosed. then you feel little small pinches at your scalb and realise that your hair is angry with one another and wants to leave "home". you scream at the top of your lungs but it became a little whimper. sooner than you think, your hair is all gone. someone shaved it all because you dragged yourself, covering your ears to a salon and asked for the hair dresser to shave it all off because it was noisy. the girl look at you, funny, but did as she was told. you burst into tears because your hair was the best asset there ever was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy little story, i know. i cant help it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-113940319140208794?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/113940319140208794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/113940319140208794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113940319140208794' title='bored for the thousandth time!'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-113932706629958756</id><published>2006-02-07T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T23:44:26.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>angry and disappointed</title><content type='html'>it's like a mask. everyone has it. everyone uses it. the mask keeps things from others. the mask can change itself, overnight. like how a werewolf would reign. there is a mask i know. a mask that can cover and hide. a mask that is so prominent. a mask that is so distinct. a mask that is so selfish. disappointed. liars never prosper. the face wont ever emerge. the mask is a neccessity that the face needs. the mask is hiding truth from all. the mask is cruel. the mask can hurt. the mask can lie. liars never prosper. they never do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liarsneverprosperliarsneverprosper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-113932706629958756?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/113932706629958756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/113932706629958756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113932706629958756' title='angry and disappointed'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-113932464620596887</id><published>2006-02-07T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T23:04:06.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burpaholic!</title><content type='html'>it's a BURPAHOLIC DAY!!! hahaha. well, what i mean is that i burp a whole lot today especially after eating mee pok. hmmm.. what's wrong? with me or the food? cant be bothered with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh. did i mention? results will be out this friday. god! it's so scary! the long awaited day has arrived and it has got the graduates talking. well, not that i know everyone and anyone who is waiting for the results but it's just like an expression of some sort to make it sound BIG and SCARY! hahhaa.. i'm not sure if i've got you nervous as well but who cares? that reminds me, i'll have to wear school uniform back and i dont think i can fit into it anymore. i think i'll have to borrow a bigger size from my friend. i've put on weight! mt new year resolution is not going the way i want it to go.. hehh. but i dont care anymore, i'm too used to people calling me FAT! :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got to go back to work after getting the results and that's not fun. imagine whining and wailing and not concentrating during work after getting the results.. hmmm.. bubble bubble bubble.. -pop- nah.. dont wanna go into that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BURPPPPPPP!!! i've just burped! oh god! luckily no one heard it but i'm at home and it's very common for me to burp out loud. my bro and me are the best! we can join an orchestra and form what you call a "smelly ewww". hahahhahahaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-113932464620596887?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/113932464620596887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/113932464620596887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113932464620596887' title='burpaholic!'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-113887979808536785</id><published>2006-02-02T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T19:29:58.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>how on earth do u spell TIRED? well, it's T - I - R - E - D, in case u didnt know that already. that's how i felt these few days, super uber tired. it's like the whole weight of the world forcing down on your shoulders, till you feel squashed down, gravitational force acting on you and pulling you down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-113887979808536785?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/113887979808536785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/113887979808536785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113887979808536785' title='tired'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-113819071957999368</id><published>2006-01-25T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T20:05:19.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>off again!!</title><content type='html'>it's once again my off day. i've been working non stop for the past week and i'm feeling stumped. i am really really tired, but i have no intentions to give up so soon. for the time being now, i can only look forward to chinese new year and getting red packets! hehh. the other thing is that i'll be finally going back to school to see all the lovely teachers and performances put up by the students. heh. i've finally graduated! ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that reminds me. the day that all graduates are afraid of is drawing near - next month!! i'm not surprised if there are many questions on the minds of the graduates now. "what if i cant get into a jc or a poly?", "what if i failed my english?", "what if i cant get the grades i want?" etc. questions that many are afraid to answer. it's haunting. hehh. but then again, it's next month! let me enjoy my chinese new year first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was totally fun. no work - means no standing for 7 hours! i went shopping with my mum and bought 2 things for chinese new year. it's the only day left where i can go shop for new year clothes. heh. think about it, it's just this sun!! very fast. time really flies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-113819071957999368?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/113819071957999368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/113819071957999368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113819071957999368' title='off again!!'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-113706695279658255</id><published>2006-01-12T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T19:55:52.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first off day!!</title><content type='html'>i've started work!! yeah! no more lazing around waiting for money to drop from the sky and no more sleeping late into the morning. no more anything! i'm FINALLY working! hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of work was fine although my feet hurts like hell after that. reason why? cuz i had to stand for 8 entire hours, - ok ok, minus the lunch break - 7 hours. but it was still tiring.&lt;br /&gt;second day wasnt so bad already. feet was still painful but it wasnt as painful as the first day. hehh. so it's ok. oh oh.. there was this once there was this guy, he was changing in the chnaging room and he poked his head out and asked me to get him a smaller size. i quickly glanced at what he was wearing and went out feeling doubtful. i searched the guy's section for the shirt that he was wearing but sadly, i wasnt able to spot it. i went back inside and asked him where he found the shirt from. so out i go again, searching for the shirt. when i finally found it, he was right beside me already and i had to take the whole pile of shirt down cuz they were too high up on the shelf for me to see the size. then i filtered for the size he wanted. i felt so embarressed. what's more he was rather good looking.. haa. but i didnt harbour any thoughts.. hehhh..&lt;br /&gt;third day was similar to the first so nothing much happened. but i made friends with the people working there so it's ok.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was the first off day. i felt sooooo goooddd.. hahahha.. next time it'll be on a sunday.. that's really really farrrr.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's about it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-113706695279658255?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/113706695279658255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/113706695279658255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113706695279658255' title='first off day!!'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-113627850847193093</id><published>2006-01-03T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T16:55:08.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alma mater</title><content type='html'>guess what? it's the first day of school for plenty or maybe all the students except the graduates. ha. i was so happy for my brother because it's his turn to wake up early and head to school. not that i havent been to school the same time as him before but it's because i dunno... i have no idea. ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went back to my alma mater too. i miss the first day of school. i always liked the first day. no books to bring and new teachers to meet with! ha. oh oh.. yeah, back to where i was. i went to school with 2 ex students cum good friends cum very very veryyyy good friends. hehh. we met so many teachers, new ones and old ones. we first met up with ms tan (funny thing was that one sec 1 kid asked sher where some teacher was! she wasnt even the teacher! not even a relief one. ha. it was such a joke!) and mr foo came along as well as mrs gan and mr osman. then we went to the canteen to have breakfast with ms tan. on the way down, some sec 1 students i guess, greeted good morning TEACHERS (note: teacherS)aft that, we went back up to the staff room. this time we met mr wan and mdm yani, mdm goh and mrs dass, then mr vasan and mrs yeong. hehh. such such interesting teachers and students! ha. we then bade our goodbyes and promised to come back again during chinese new year eve eve when they have their celebrations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was soooo fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-113627850847193093?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/113627850847193093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/113627850847193093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113627850847193093' title='alma mater'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-113605229826155390</id><published>2006-01-01T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T02:04:58.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.. finally, it's year 2006!! time to set new resolutions and stick to it. maybe i should set some realistic ones instead of resolutions like trying to be the next president or trying to make a million bucks in a year.. things like that. hmmm.. it's a bit far - fetched. ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh.. i spent my new year eve at home with my cousins. we played cards and mahjong but no money was involved and ordered pizza. so fun i tell you. we ate and talked about speaking in different accents. my cousin was speaking in italian and i was speaking in indian. my brother was speaking in singlish and my other cousin was speaking in well, his own accent. hehh. then after that, we watched the last 1 minute of the sky symphony count down and to be honest, i dont think it's very good. hehh.. but we watched anyway.. probably because of the fireworks that was shown on air. hahahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that moment, i was thinking of my friends. should have joined them instead. it sounds more fun at their side. ha. but there's always next year when i'm older and legal to do more things. hehh. oh oh, you must be thinking where my dad and the other adults were, well, they went to my dad's pub. i wanted to go but staying at home and eating pizza seemed a better choice. ha. so there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. this is the first entry for the new year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo.... last but not least, HAPPY HAPPY NEW YEAR 2006!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-113605229826155390?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/113605229826155390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/113605229826155390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113605229826155390' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!!'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-113576865083247459</id><published>2005-12-28T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T19:17:30.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how do u like my new blog skin???&lt;br /&gt;i found something that i like, finallyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made some changes:&lt;br /&gt;there will not be any links&lt;br /&gt;there is no way you can communicate with me&lt;br /&gt;and it's colourful!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-113576865083247459?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/113576865083247459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/113576865083247459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113576865083247459' title=''/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-113566651247700943</id><published>2005-12-27T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T14:55:12.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>helpp - 27 dec 05</title><content type='html'>christmas was sooo much fun.. i spent my time with my cousins and relatives. we went to my aunt's pub to celebrate. hehh. but before we went there, my dearest cousins and i went to watch the family stone. really nice movie.. go catch it when it opens on the 29th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, dont wanna blog too much today. oh oh, can someone please help to find me a nice blog skin? i really really want to change mine. it's time! ha. time for a new year and time for a new skin. gotta peel off the old and in wih the new. there's a whole lot of transformation to be done.. new resolutions to stick to (hopefully - i know i broke mine this year hehh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. i'm sooo looking forward to a whole NEW YEAR!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-113566651247700943?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/113566651247700943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/113566651247700943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113566651247700943' title='helpp - 27 dec 05'/><author><name>emacity</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6913152.post-113523922205480880</id><published>2005-12-22T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T16:13:42.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's back! - 22 dec 05</title><content type='html'>oh no. i have a feeling my sore throat is back which is no nah uh good. which reminds me, christmas is around the corner!! and it'll be held at my aunt's pub again. it'll be so fun! i could go around walking along the streets of clarke quay and be silly. as in like seeing the silly white angels in thick ugly make up and ugly big black monsters!! ha. my cousins and i would be soooo enjoying ourselves!! hehh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andddd HAPPY BITRTHDAY JESSICAAAA!!!!!! heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i have not much to talk about. oh. did i tell u, i watched the chronicles of narnia ytd and it was not bad at all. i watched plenty of movies this month. talk about 4 in two weeks!! like aeon flux, pride and prejudice, the promise and the chronicles of narnia!! i will be watching the family stone on xmas eve and i still wanna watch perhaps love. i love love love musicals!!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayy.. gotta go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6913152-113523922205480880?l=melodicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/113523922205480880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6913152/posts/default/113523922205480880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodicious.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113523922205480880' title='it&apos;s back! 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