<?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-7340010297333981837</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:11:54.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>melancholicshit</title><subtitle type='html'>We are not your burden. We are your future. ^^</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>370</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-971306710884723357</id><published>2008-11-15T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:58:28.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SR5WvBo8Z6I/AAAAAAAAAdk/_zEI4Jme7so/s1600-h/just_moved_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SR5WvBo8Z6I/AAAAAAAAAdk/_zEI4Jme7so/s320/just_moved_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268743979964065698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yup yup! I've moved to my &lt;a href="http://feliciaisme.wordpress.com"&gt;new home&lt;/a&gt;! :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-971306710884723357?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/971306710884723357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=971306710884723357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/971306710884723357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/971306710884723357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/11/yup-yup-ive-moved-to-my-new-home-d-d.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SR5WvBo8Z6I/AAAAAAAAAdk/_zEI4Jme7so/s72-c/just_moved_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-8115582774616720627</id><published>2008-11-01T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:20:50.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mandy, I'm going to whine again in this post. Ha ha! Don't blame me. Blame the projects! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what I wanna say is, I don;t have the bloody mood to do research for my project. And the meeting is tomorrow. Oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel that I will suffer during BPharm. Don't ask me why. As if it's not obvious enough. -.-&lt;br /&gt;And I feel that I am super irresponsible as a leader. But I really don't see any need to ask for a meeting. Maybe I'm just too slack. Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;And I am downloading songs again! Finally some new songs. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;My life is b-o-r-i-n-g.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-8115582774616720627?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8115582774616720627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=8115582774616720627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/8115582774616720627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/8115582774616720627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/11/mandy-im-going-to-whine-again-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-4132929344946882698</id><published>2008-10-31T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:14:00.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;omgggggg! My BPharm grouping is shit! I am grouped with 4 other total strangers, plus one of them is my latest best friend! Kill me please! And another one, I don't like her voice. And another one is a perpetual late comer. Oh gosh oh gosh. If this is going to be the same grouping for the BPharm project, I will emo one corner man! Shit la shit la. Just when I'm thinking that my grouping luck for this sem's pretty good, the bloody teacher have to go and mess my mood up. Grr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-4132929344946882698?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4132929344946882698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=4132929344946882698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/4132929344946882698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/4132929344946882698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/10/omgggggg-my-bpharm-grouping-is-shit-i.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-126857160656049490</id><published>2008-10-30T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:05:24.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I finaly collected my spacesuit today! I was quite excited. Ha ha. But it's heavy.&lt;br /&gt;Had PMic meeting with alex lee. I think he's really not bad looking. But he's too stern. Intimidating la mister. :)&lt;br /&gt;And we realised we were missing out on alot of information. Eww! More research work baby!&lt;br /&gt;Further meeting after PMic lecture. But I was so glad we met up. Because we found lots of nits and pieces of crucial information. Shiok! Lesser research work to be done!&lt;br /&gt;I know my blog entries are getting boring. Ha ha. Cause there's nothing exciting that happened ma! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Ohya. One last thing. I went home and went to play with my spacesuit. But it wasn't as fun as I thought it would be. Boo! Plus I didn't know how to fold it back to the original size. Tsk. Irritating. Ha ha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4E chalet next year. To go or not to go?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-126857160656049490?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/126857160656049490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=126857160656049490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/126857160656049490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/126857160656049490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-finaly-collected-my-spacesuit-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-820469757610887025</id><published>2008-10-30T09:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T09:57:39.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CSAS sucks! The teacher's voice is bloody irritating. I so wanna slap her face. Tsk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-820469757610887025?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/820469757610887025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=820469757610887025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/820469757610887025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/820469757610887025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/10/csas-sucks-teachers-voice-is-bloody.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-460169680868044153</id><published>2008-10-27T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:18:51.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alex said who would meet up to do projects on a sunday. I just did it yesterday. And why am I not surprised that Nicholas was late for 2 whole hours? Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast at Macs before going to Starbucks to do PMic project. Eww.&lt;br /&gt;Made our way to the national library when we could no longer concentrate on the project. And we managed to find some good stuff in the reference library! Woo!&lt;br /&gt;Walked and walked and walked around just to look for a damn place for lunch. And we finally settled down at Qi Ji. Their Popiahs are shiok man! Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Then we stood in front of J. Co to delegate our tasks before going home.&lt;br /&gt;Shikin accompanied me to go buy my dinner before catching a bus back. Home sweet home! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Project again. But before that, I finished Twilight! Oh boy. It's good! Went for brunch with mum and I went to buy the sequel of Twilight. I bought New Moon and Breaking Dawn. Now all I need is Eclipse to make my collection complete. Muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Exclipse eclipse eclipse! Quick quick come to mama! Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Then I headed off to TP for csas project. Listen properly. The meeting time was pushed back half an hour because Mr. Seah Xin Rui said he would be late for half an hour. But when we met at 4 30, he wasn;t there. And he reached at 5. Surprised? NOT AT ALL -_-&lt;br /&gt;We practically joked around the entire way. And spent like 30 minutes to do serious work. Which isn't exactly serious. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Then I headed home for dinner!! School tomorrow. Nicholas better not be late! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-460169680868044153?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/460169680868044153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=460169680868044153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/460169680868044153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/460169680868044153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/10/alex-said-who-would-meet-up-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-5184735987467165389</id><published>2008-10-24T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:35:40.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm blogging. Again. Because I am waiting for photobucket to upload all my pictures. Yup. I had this sudden inspiration to load all my photos online just in cause my com dies one day. But that one day will not come in the next one year I guess. Cause my com is still young. Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to say. Ta ta! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-5184735987467165389?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5184735987467165389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=5184735987467165389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/5184735987467165389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/5184735987467165389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-1341047144863098819</id><published>2008-10-24T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:10:02.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You give me attitude. You also give you attitude. Tsk. Don't force me to attitude both of you ar! Slap your big fat asses man. Come one. Make my life easier please. Projects are already driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I really felt like slapping someone's face today. Cause the way he spoke was really...&lt;br /&gt;Every since the girl incident thingy, my brain have become very evil. And more direct than I have ever been. I speak anything and everything that comes into my mind. I can really feel the retribution that's looming around the corner man. I must try to install new filters in my brain. I will control my mouth. I shall act super well-behaved on tuesday. Note. I wrote act. Not change. Ha ha. So if I still spout nonsense, it's not my fault. :)&lt;br /&gt;Project on sunday and monday. How extreme. First week of school and I already feel that I'm going to drown anytime. Oh dear oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either me, or you. Maybe I was too sensitive. But, oh well. If you shun me, I won't make life difficult for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia is off typing the FILA chart for IPT. How shiok is that? -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-1341047144863098819?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1341047144863098819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=1341047144863098819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/1341047144863098819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/1341047144863098819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-give-me-attitude.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-8180102432557681710</id><published>2008-10-23T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:16:57.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somebody, please slap me! I've repeated a similar mistake AGAIN. Oh my god. Me and my idiotic mouth. The story goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;During CSAS, we were supposed to be grouped into groups of 5s. So, Ron, Ayu, Josh and I automatically grouped ourselves together. But we had one missing member. So a girl approached us and asked if she could join. But I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings. So Josh and Ron turned to ask me if I wanted the girl to join. I went: "No, no, no, no, no."&lt;br /&gt;There isn't anything wrong with my reaction. I'm just being plain honest, right? But the problem is, the girl was standing directly BEHIND josh. And I was actually blind enough not to see her. By the way, we were sitting in a row. So Josh and Ron gave me a what-the-heck-do-you-think-you're-doing face, and I sensed that something wasn't right. So I looked up and low and behold, the girl was standing a meter away from me. I felt as if a car driving at 100kmh just slammed into my head. So the first sentence that spilled out of my mouth was: "I scared". Retarded right! I know.&lt;br /&gt;bThen josh asked what was I scared about. And my brain that just had an accident made my mouth say this: "I scared of making new friends." Wa piang! If only I had a shovel. I will dig through the linoleum flooring, into the cement and bury my head with the rubbles man! Damn pai say can!&lt;br /&gt;After I finished my sentence, the girl just walked away. Oh my gosh. Tell me hoe stupid I can be man. And this is not the first time already. Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Yup. This was the joke of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S: You take care alright? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-8180102432557681710?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8180102432557681710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=8180102432557681710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/8180102432557681710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/8180102432557681710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/10/somebody-please-slap-me-ive-repeated.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-2070406118547310017</id><published>2008-10-23T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T13:41:23.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went Popeye's after school on Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I finally decided that i liked the biscuit after all. And the chicken was good. But it was a tad too small. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bought licorice from Candy empire. And the way we decided which licorice to buy was super retarded. We used scissors, paper, stone. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Took a bus home after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Second day of school, and we're already being bombarded with projects! This is so not natural for science students. Projects are supposed to start in the second half f the semester yo! Ha ha. lame :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-2070406118547310017?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2070406118547310017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=2070406118547310017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/2070406118547310017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/2070406118547310017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/10/went-popeyes-after-school-on-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-7813069285391088220</id><published>2008-10-21T09:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:48:55.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo! Nice nice nice!&lt;br /&gt;I felt afraid, again, after reading Hamidah's blog about the PBL grouping which have been done by the teacher. So I went to check and boy was I happy!&lt;br /&gt;My group mates are:&lt;br /&gt;Ayu&lt;br /&gt;Ron&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah&lt;br /&gt;Shikin&lt;br /&gt;Jessy&lt;br /&gt;and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone. Muahaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;But on the down side, there's PBL. AGAIN. Grr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-7813069285391088220?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7813069285391088220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=7813069285391088220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/7813069285391088220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/7813069285391088220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/10/woo-nice-nice-nice-i-felt-afraid-again.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-9206315311553961160</id><published>2008-10-20T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:45:55.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's see. I volunteered to be a facilitator for a sec 3 field trip. And guess what. The teacher called me last minute and told me that the sec 3s didn't know how to make their way to East Point. East Point leh! A direction idiot like me also know ar! Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;So Joanne and I decided to meet up for lunch before meeting with carissa to pick up the sec 3s.&lt;br /&gt;But when Jo and I reached ITAS, we didn't have appetite. So we settled for some finger food and fruits. :)&lt;br /&gt;And we were strolling towards AS concourse to meet up with the teacher. Guess what. She said that students 'suddenly' knew how to make their way there and they are already on their way there. WTF right? Plus, she said that the teacher in charge didn't like people to be late and we're supposed to reach earlier than the students. What shit is this? Confirm cannot make it one right?!&lt;br /&gt;So Carissa took a cab down from her house, picked Jo and I up from SAFRA and then we cabbed down to East Point. And we're late.&lt;br /&gt;But the field trip was alright. Basically, I just had to bring the students to the specified location, and then stone in the shop while they mind their own business. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet the others for lunch after that. Then home sweet home :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-9206315311553961160?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/9206315311553961160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=9206315311553961160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/9206315311553961160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/9206315311553961160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-5157380226652005446</id><published>2008-10-19T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:24:27.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Oh the misery of long people like me. I didn't use tall because I'm afraid some people might get hurt. Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;I said this because I love heels. But I can't wear them. Otherwise, I will look like some freaky monster. But I saw a pair of heels that I like today! Gay.&lt;br /&gt;I shall look forward to my wedding day. The only day nobody can say anything about me wearing heels.&lt;br /&gt;And I saw a super hot guy today! Tall some more. Tsk. Where's my first love? :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-5157380226652005446?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5157380226652005446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=5157380226652005446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/5157380226652005446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/5157380226652005446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-misery-of-long-people-like-me.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-9047511082336647081</id><published>2008-10-18T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:41:57.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh freak. Actually, I wanted to use fuck. But I decided not to use it. Cause I want to be guai. Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I am addicted to the computer. Especially facebook. Actually, I am addicted to facebook. I can spend like the whole day playing Elven blood and 'Be a Tycoon' on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;I hope school diverts my attention and gets rid of my addiction. I don't want to be sent into those horrible schools in China where kids undergo military training just to get rehabilitate them. Eww! Ok. I think too much. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Byebye. See you guys on Tuesday! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-9047511082336647081?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/9047511082336647081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=9047511082336647081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/9047511082336647081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/9047511082336647081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-freak.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-6947343293996776196</id><published>2008-10-18T14:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T14:39:45.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmm. Let's see. I have gotten over the sad phase already.&lt;br /&gt;Went for Sec 3 field trip briefing and oh my god! I regretted volunteering man. We're supposed to lead a group of 5 students individually to pharmacies and explain to them the different kinds of drugs available for different kinds of ailments. How wonderful is that?&lt;br /&gt;Friday. ISPE symposium at BIOPOLIS. The biomedical hub. The place doesn't look like Singapore! Ha ha. Looks very industrial and important.&lt;br /&gt;Met Rowan, Joanne and Hamidah for lunch before making our way to Buona vista. And we're late! Pai say bodoh! Everyone were waiting for us. He he.&lt;br /&gt;The symposium was a killer. I didn't learn anything new because Jessic and I were busy crapping. We were bored to death man. Plus we had to sit of the floor because we were late and there wasn't any seats left. Our poor ol' butts. Aching like what like that sia. Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;But there was a tiny buffet after the talk ended. At least have food. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Went coffee bean with Yas, Jo and Ron after that for a brief gossiping session. Ha ha. And yup. The only thing we chatted about was the 'hot' topic amongst us. Sshh! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;School's reopening on tuesday! Because I don't have school on monday. Muahaha! Monday will be the field trip day. Shiok or what? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-6947343293996776196?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6947343293996776196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=6947343293996776196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6947343293996776196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6947343293996776196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/10/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-443424376746628897</id><published>2008-10-16T12:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:15:28.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM SAD :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUPER GAY CAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in emo cum depressed mood now.&lt;br /&gt;Kill me please! It's like de javu all over again. :( It feels just like what I felt during the first streaming. Separated from my first clique. Now I'm separated from my second clique. Imagine. Being teared into half, and then into half AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;You know, when I saw Mkt, I knew I was in marketing class. Then I started searching for the others' timetables. It was then that I was dealt with blow, after blow, after blow. But I continued searching for a glimmer of hope. When I saw TG03 on my timetable, I thought at least we might have some tutorials together. But NO. Their having their tutorials together as TG05. It felt like a thunderbolt just hit me, Maybe not so serious. But I really sad-der. :(&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG! I know I'm like super whiny now. But, if you've never experienced what it's like to be separated with the people you love, then don't complain.&lt;br /&gt;Super gay to the max can? If gay-ness can be measured, I bet what I[m feeling now will make the meter explode. :(((((( Sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I want to bang my head against the wall, use a hammer hammer my skull till the brain leaks out, used a pair of forks to gouge out my eyeballs, use a saw to saw off my tongue, and finally end everything with a big bang. Shoot myself with a gun up my nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;In short, I feel like dying.&lt;br /&gt;Felicia is super sad now. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-443424376746628897?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/443424376746628897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=443424376746628897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/443424376746628897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/443424376746628897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-sad.html' title='I AM SAD :('/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-8293299520782360671</id><published>2008-10-15T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:00:35.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shokudo with Mandy and Junhong! Like finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SPV4lMUFhjI/AAAAAAAAAVc/CJK1m3CmiK0/s1600-h/DSC02966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SPV4lMUFhjI/AAAAAAAAAVc/CJK1m3CmiK0/s320/DSC02966.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257240720380888626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luckily I wasn't late. But my jeans was wet from the knees downwards. I bet I must have looked pathetic. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping while waiting for Mr. late king to reach. I think the food wasn't very nice. I chose the wrong thing. Shit. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SPV4lT4aokI/AAAAAAAAAVk/obf5fW1s-js/s1600-h/DSC02967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SPV4lT4aokI/AAAAAAAAAVk/obf5fW1s-js/s320/DSC02967.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257240722412315202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took neoprints before going to settle our bill. Then it was followed by more shopping and home sweet home. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SPV4l62lFbI/AAAAAAAAAVs/cvhLOZQwR0Y/s1600-h/DSC02969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SPV4l62lFbI/AAAAAAAAAVs/cvhLOZQwR0Y/s320/DSC02969.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257240732873594290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-8293299520782360671?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8293299520782360671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=8293299520782360671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/8293299520782360671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/8293299520782360671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/10/shokudo-with-mandy-and-junhong-like.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SPV4lMUFhjI/AAAAAAAAAVc/CJK1m3CmiK0/s72-c/DSC02966.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-6300088075564627749</id><published>2008-10-13T10:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:25:09.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What the shit?! I thought timetable would be released today. So I woke up at 9am just to check which elective I got and who might be in the same class as me. But it wasn't ready yet. Tsk! So irritating. Made me nervous till I had a stomach upset leh! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous because I don't want to be in a class with nobody I know.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with Mandy and Beng later! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-6300088075564627749?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6300088075564627749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=6300088075564627749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6300088075564627749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6300088075564627749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-shit-i-thought-timetable-would-be.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-4135689763885049752</id><published>2008-10-11T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:51:31.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bowling on Thursday! It wasn't as fun as I thought it would be. Because my score was the lowest! Haha. I was in agony man! My ball kept rolling into the drain. Tsk! Oh ya. And we had lunch at safra. The food sucked. And it wasn't cheap.&lt;br /&gt;Went Starbucks to chill after that.&lt;br /&gt;Then the girls decided to go and watch movie at Ron's house. So we rented 2 DVDs and watched there.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 7 plus. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was alone at home. And guess what. I went to download two movies online.&lt;br /&gt;One litre of tears and 10 promises to my dog. I watched 1 litre of tears. And I think I cried like 100ml of tears. Hahaha! I was really crying my eyes out man! The feeling was damn shiok. The movie wasn;t nice. But it's super sad.&lt;br /&gt;10 Promises to my dog, here I come! Lol. Gonna watch it soon. I wanna cry! Ha ha. It's a form of stress relieve. I think I'm feeling stressed lately. Because I keep worrying about what to do next besides playing the com. Hahahah! Super lame. I know. Lol :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-4135689763885049752?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4135689763885049752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=4135689763885049752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/4135689763885049752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/4135689763885049752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/10/bowling-on-thursday-it-wasnt-as-fun-as.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-8406682944252139607</id><published>2008-10-09T11:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:19:03.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went out with my aunt yesterday! Cause she said she wanted to treat me to lunch. Ha ha. Lunched at AMK Hub. It was my first time there. And yesterday was my first time seeing the Bishan MRT station. I think it's damn cool! Cause the MRT station was on the same level as the ground. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Made our way to kGarden after that. And she said the shop looked like it's owned by some underground society. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Bowling tomorrow! Yay! Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. Hotmail is working. Like finally. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-8406682944252139607?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8406682944252139607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=8406682944252139607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/8406682944252139607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/8406682944252139607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/10/went-out-with-my-aunt-yesterday-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-2687920589330162640</id><published>2008-10-07T09:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:03:30.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Worked at Sentoa. It was gay because I had to wake up at 5am! Shit stuff.&lt;br /&gt;But the start of the day was good. Because they aked for groups of 3! Which means I will not be left out. Muahahaha! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;My job was to pick up balls that those greedy asses failed to throw into the hole. There was  alot of different kinds of people at the fair. People that didn't shave their armpit hairs. People that were so rich, even their towels were from agnes B. And people that were definitely NOT slim, but wore a bikini and walked around without a care in the world. Ha ha! Felicia is evil man!&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't got over the fact that Singaporeans are so greedy. I really felt like whacking their greedy faces man.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at subway before heading home. I realised something. Actually, I already know this  long long time ago. I am not good with people at all. My mouth just shuts up automatically whenever there's someone that I'm not familiar with is with me. So sad. But I'm not supposed to behave like this. Because Sagittarius people are supposed to be outgoing and are usually the ones that warm up the atmosphere. But I'm not like this. Gay.&lt;br /&gt;I decided not to go for K session cause I felt lazy and my muscles were aching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sorry Carissa.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Jessic.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Joanne. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I promise I will go the next time we decide to go K again ok! Promise! :D&lt;br /&gt;My hotmail is haywired. Cause I cannot delete my mails. It's damn freaking irritating! Grr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-2687920589330162640?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2687920589330162640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=2687920589330162640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/2687920589330162640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/2687920589330162640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/10/worked-at-sentoa.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-3774505734503267779</id><published>2008-10-03T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:54:45.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cycling yesterday was more of a phtography session. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday's cycling was ultra cheap! $6 for 3 hours. Shiok or what? Lol. Like what carissa says, cheap thrills. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. And we saw some middle aged woman filming an MV. I think it was for a hokkien song.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a good day for cycling because there was hardly any people. Which is good for people like me. But on the other hand, lesser people means lesser blue eyes to look at. But on our way back to PP, we saw one! And he's cute yo! Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a pair of flip flops yesterday. Such a huge acheivement for me. And it's ultra cheap.&lt;br /&gt;Ate katong laksa and we saw our PUO teacher. Guess what. She's married and I think she has a pair of twins. Super surprising.&lt;br /&gt;Bowling next week! :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-3774505734503267779?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3774505734503267779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=3774505734503267779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/3774505734503267779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/3774505734503267779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/10/cycling-yesterday-was-more-of.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-944020344119801154</id><published>2008-10-01T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:55:26.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cycling cycling cycling tomorrow!!! I am excited! Hahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Jia lin, I agree with you.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy, I agree with you too.&lt;br /&gt;All those words of wisdom about relationship on your blog. Are they partly meant for me to read? He he. I have a gut feeling that I'm right.&lt;br /&gt;So I have come to a conclusion. TRUST. TRUST. TRUST!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do is trust. Trust in myself. Trust in all my friends. Yay! I feel enlightened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shown below, in random order, is my love letter to everybody out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone that's reading my blog, I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha. See I so smart. This way, everyone gets an equal share of my love.&lt;br /&gt;And, I don't care whether you want it or not! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and kisses! :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-944020344119801154?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/944020344119801154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=944020344119801154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/944020344119801154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/944020344119801154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/10/cycling-cycling-cycling-tomorrow-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-405995758273769635</id><published>2008-09-29T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:21:12.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To mei jun</title><content type='html'>Mei jun ar. I won't forget you la. It's just that now, you have you own group of friends and I have mine. So naturally, we'll have lesser time for each other. Of course I feel happy knowing that you're happy, enjoying yourself with your clique.&lt;br /&gt;But there are times when I will wonder to myself if our promise to each other will still hold true. Will we really be able to stay friends forever? Given the current situation, we hardly ever sms each other. Needless to say, I can count the number of times we had lunch together with one hand.&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare say that saying hello whenever we bump into each other, and a hug, is sufficient?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need is a yes from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-405995758273769635?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/405995758273769635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=405995758273769635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/405995758273769635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/405995758273769635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-mei-jun.html' title='To mei jun'/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-99122856717425864</id><published>2008-09-29T13:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:19:47.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CYCLING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am still rotting at home.&lt;br /&gt;Cycling session this thursday with people that share the same love for cycling as me!&lt;br /&gt;Spending quality time together is the most important thing on earth yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-99122856717425864?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/99122856717425864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=99122856717425864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/99122856717425864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/99122856717425864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/09/cycling.html' title='CYCLING!'/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-7749941620458495558</id><published>2008-09-24T10:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:54:05.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday, my life was filled with computer, breakfast cereal and TV. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Full stop&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So poor thing right me. I had breakfast cereal for breakfast, I had breakfast cereal for lunch, I had breakfast cereal for diner. And, I had the same breakfast cereal for all three meals. Pro or what?&lt;br /&gt;no no no. I'm not on a diet. It's just that there's nothing else in my house except breakfast cereal, and breakfast cereal. Like wow. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I shall forget the old and concentrate on the new. :D&lt;br /&gt;Jealous Felicia no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt; Felicia no more.&lt;br /&gt;Cause from now onwards, my principle shall be:&lt;br /&gt;If they don't care about you, then don't care about them either. Cause they're not worth it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-7749941620458495558?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7749941620458495558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=7749941620458495558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/7749941620458495558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/7749941620458495558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesterday-my-life-was-filled-with.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-7689748179263876147</id><published>2008-09-19T10:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T11:14:52.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ISWAK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How many of you out there are interested in what I did yesterday? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nevermind&lt;/span&gt;, I don't care. I shall just tell the whole world. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I sat in front of my laptop and watched It started with a kiss all over again, from episode 1 to 10. Cause I didn't have the other episodes. Haven't downloaded them yet.&lt;br /&gt;Ya. I sat in front of the com from 10 till 5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shiok&lt;/span&gt; or what? Ha ha. And I'm going to do the same thing for today. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt;  finished downloading the rest of the episodes. Woo!&lt;br /&gt;Felicia is enjoying life and getting fatter at the same time now. :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-7689748179263876147?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7689748179263876147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=7689748179263876147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/7689748179263876147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/7689748179263876147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/09/iswak.html' title='ISWAK'/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-6450559992741535764</id><published>2008-09-17T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T11:11:48.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography worksop :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Photography lesson with Jun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; and Mandy today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Met Mandy at the bus stop before heading to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cyber&lt;/span&gt; Centre to report. Met Jun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; there as well before going in. And the first task we were supposed to do was to grab a camera each, and go around taking pictures of anything we wanted. The time limit was 2 hours. Super long la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So we walked UNDER THE SUN towards &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bedok&lt;/span&gt; reservoir. And I perspired. Freaking hot man. I bet I was tanned. Like a little bit. Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And we finished 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; earlier! Wee! So we had our lunch break 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; earlier. And guess who I saw at Mensa. Car, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt;, Jo and Ron. Like wow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cyber&lt;/span&gt; Centre to slack before we made our way to the dark room. And the room certainly did live up to its name man. We were supposed to roll the film into some roll thingy in the dark, with the lights off. And when they really turned off the lights, the room was really dark. There was no difference when I opened and closed my eyes. And I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t see my hand even though it was already touching my face. That was how dark the room was. No joke man. But it started getting slightly uncomfortable when they still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t turn on the lights even though Mandy and I have already finished everything that we had to do. That was because some other people were taking their own sweet time. Gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then many different chemicals was added to the canister holding our precious film. And a series of shaking, waiting, rinsing of our film followed. And when it was finally done, I looked at the entire roll of film eagerly and to my disappointment, more than half of the frames were black. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lao&lt;/span&gt;. Super gay la. All my effort under the sun, tolerating its killer rays and heat. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then we were given blank pieces of paper, and then do some things (I’m lazy to explain. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;.), and then develop our photos. Like those that you see on TV. Soak the paper in trays of different solutions and we will see the pictures slowly developing. Quite cool. So yea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All in all, the workshop was rather enjoyable. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S: Mandy, I also lazy to scan the photos! Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-6450559992741535764?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6450559992741535764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=6450559992741535764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6450559992741535764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6450559992741535764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/09/photography-worksop.html' title='Photography worksop :)'/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-3610199870496318623</id><published>2008-09-16T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T11:12:08.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K session!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Met Joanne for K session today! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.We went around E hub for a while before deciding to go and check out the prices at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kbox&lt;/span&gt;.After that, we had lunch at some Korean restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Half way through, I received three identical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;smses&lt;/span&gt; from Carissa. She asked if I wanted to go for K session. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! Super coincidental la! So we met up with Car and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jess&lt;/span&gt; at the downtown east &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bus stop&lt;/span&gt; before heading to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kgarden&lt;/span&gt; for my first every K experience with my friends. :D :D It was fun singing! Even though I sang horribly. Ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh ya. And there was two uninvited guests that disrupted our k session. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guest #1:&lt;br /&gt;We saw guest #1 when Jo accidentally overturned the bowl of nuts. Then she and Jessic suddenly screamed. So car and my involuntar reflex action was to followe what the other two girls did. Scream and lift our legs up onto the sofa. Ha ha! And the #1 was a freaking centipede! Poisonous man. And then the guy came in to see what happened but we lost the cetipede. So the next 10 mins or so was spent looking for it. And we couldn't sing anymore. Lol. And then my sharp eyes saw it. Muahahaha. So I went: "Neh! Neh! Neh! Neh! Neh!" Ha ha. And we quickly called the guy to come in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And guess what he did. He actually stepped on the centipede. Twice. And broke it into half. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;But when the search for guest #1 was going on I saw something else. Guest #2. But I wasn't se if it was a roach. I thought it was just some hole in the wall or what. Cause the room was dark ma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So after the guy went away, I told the other 3 girls and guess what. It really was a roach. How fantastic. So we opened the door and called for help again. And he did the same thing. Kicked the roach and sweep it using a broom. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The k session was like in a jungle adventure man. Ha ha. And we can finally sing in peace. Heh. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dined at Aston’s before heading home. And my nightmare started during the bus ride home. Because it was already dark and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t identify the correct bus stop to alight, I tapped my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ez&lt;/span&gt; link too early. This means we had to alight at that stop. WHICH IS THE WRONG ONE. -.- But being ‘adventurous’, we decided to walk to see if we can reach the correct bus stop. But after walking for two bus stops, we gave up and took 136 again. The same bus service that we were riding earlier on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then Joanne alighted and the bus brought car and I to some place that we never pass by before. And we quickly alighted. Then I smartly and confidently told Carissa I knew the way back to the bus stop from which we took 136. And it turned out I was wrong. In fact, terribly wrong. Cause the bus stops that we walked towards, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t even have 136. And I seriously felt we were lost and taxi was the only transport that I could think of that would bring me home safely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then we decided to take 109 to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ris&lt;/span&gt;. And I agreed. Cause we most definitely would be more familiar with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ris&lt;/span&gt; than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Seng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kang&lt;/span&gt;. When we finally reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Pasir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ris&lt;/span&gt;, we alighted at some random bus stop, took 89 to the downtown east bus stop, before changing to 21. Which was the bus take took me home. Ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So retarded right. We took like 5 buses and a lot of walking before we finally reached home. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-3610199870496318623?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3610199870496318623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=3610199870496318623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/3610199870496318623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/3610199870496318623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/09/k-session.html' title='K session!!'/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-2253631885773441937</id><published>2008-09-14T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:06:37.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FELICIA, JUST ACCEPT IT.&lt;br /&gt;You guys know why I wrote this sentence? I think you don't. You might know without knowing that you know it. Oh well. I think there's no point in elaborating futher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No no no. I'm not showing my attitude. It's just that I've said it like a million times. But there's not a single change. So I guess saying it for the 1000001th time wouldn't help either. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Felicia, I don't sympatise you. I PITY YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On a lighter note, someone called me yesterday night. I was slightly surprised when I saw the missed call. But the chat on the phone was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I asked questions that have been nagging in my head ever since things started going a little wrong. And that person answered me without beating around the bush. Oh ya. And she shared things with me just like she used to before the unahppy episode began. So yup. I'm happy yesterday night. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-2253631885773441937?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2253631885773441937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=2253631885773441937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/2253631885773441937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/2253631885773441937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/09/felicia-just-accept-it.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-1645519616519998507</id><published>2008-09-11T10:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:41:22.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. I am currently slightly in shock. Not because of good results.&lt;br /&gt;The examination results are out. And I only knew it this morning when I did some blog surfing and the hot topic was the results.&lt;br /&gt;And I felt my heart pumping faster. I was close to hyperventilating. I was ultra nervous.&lt;br /&gt;But I summoned all the courage I had. Which was very little. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Typed in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TP&lt;/span&gt; website address, signed in and signed in again. And now, the moment of truth. The results are just a click away.&lt;br /&gt;Then my mouse went "click" and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tadaa&lt;/span&gt;! I covered the results with a piece of paper. Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;Damn scared la.&lt;br /&gt;I went 'phew' when I saw the first grade. Then the next was 'woo'! And when I came to the third subject, my smile disappeared and I got a huge shock. Like seriously. I got a bloody C+ for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;So much for feeling so confident. So much for saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt;2 was easy. And I actually got a C+ for it. I expected at least a B+, my friend. And this is my first ever C+. That explains why I'm shocked. It was supposed to be my most confident subject. But it turned out to be my worse.&lt;br /&gt;After that, I literally didn't feel much for the rest of the grades. Even though I still revealed them row by row, the excitement wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;Then it came to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cGPA&lt;/span&gt; part. Needless to say, it dropped yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Even though&lt;/span&gt; I'm not surprised about it, I still felt a tinge of sadness &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; I already knew it would happen. And already expected it to happen. In fact, i would be rather taken aback if my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cGPA&lt;/span&gt; increased.&lt;br /&gt;It's really easy for your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cGPA&lt;/span&gt; to drop. But if I want it to climb back up, the energy needed would be like a million times more than to make it drop. Get it? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Nevermind&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I AM NOT HAPPY NOW.&lt;br /&gt;I LOST MY APPETITE FOR BREAKFAST.&lt;br /&gt;SUPER GAY CAN?!?!?!?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;GRR&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-1645519616519998507?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1645519616519998507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=1645519616519998507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/1645519616519998507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/1645519616519998507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/09/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-545018995617230145</id><published>2008-09-09T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T14:26:45.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Where would you go if someone sponsors you an air ticket? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can I opt for an around the world trip? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. What's your favourite thing to do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sit in front of the computer, TV and chatting NON-STOP with my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Do you think money can buy happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;. Yes. Such as going on a holiday, pampering yourself and anything materialistic. And no. Such as in terms of relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. If you were given a chance to receive something, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A doctorate!!!!! :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Things you can't live without:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt;, computer, family and friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. What are you afraid to lose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IC&lt;/span&gt;, family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. If you win 1 million, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will buy a car and a house and save the rest for education. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Muahahaha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8. What do you dream of doing in the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A doctor. But it is something impossible and I have long given up on that thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9. List down 3 good points of the person who gave this survey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is happy go lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is not materialistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is easy going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10. What makes me happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spending quality time with my friends. Buying stuff. Getting good grades. LAUGHING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11. What type of person do you hate most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't hate. I will dislike that person. I dislike people that are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stingy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kiasu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;back stabber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lier&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;show offs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12. If you could have a superpower what would it be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to have super memory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13. Would you go for happiness or money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can I choose both? Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14. Who do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mother. Like duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, would you die for him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No. Because I've never had one, still don't have one, and might not have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16. Who was the last person who hugged you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't remember. That shows how long I've not been hugged by someone else. Boo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17. What is the one thing you want badly now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3.5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cGPA&lt;/span&gt;. And I know I will not get it. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18. Whom are you close to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My sister? I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;19. Are you courageous enough to tell the person that you like him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No. Like duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20. If you could do one thing all over again, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love my grandmother more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7 things that scares you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Robbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Molesters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rapist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ghosts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Death of my loved ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Contracting a terminal illness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Being left on the shelve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7 things that you like most:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Buffet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Family and friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Having a maid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TV and computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7 random facts bout me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;buay&lt;/span&gt; song when other girls are taller than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am afraid to go home at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;moh&lt;/span&gt; kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've had the same weight ever since secondary school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate household chores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7 things that I plan to do before I die:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;angmoh&lt;/span&gt; husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;moh&lt;/span&gt; kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Retire at a young age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Invite all my friends to my wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7 things that I can't do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Touch the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be shorter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Become a doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Become pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reverse time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Drive a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Improve my GPA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7 things you are attracted to in the opposite sex:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blond hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grey eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at least 1.8m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gentlemanly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Generous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Caring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love me more than I love him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7 things that I often say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gay la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Retarded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stupid la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! So fun to do the survey. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-545018995617230145?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/545018995617230145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=545018995617230145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/545018995617230145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/545018995617230145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/09/1.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-2592153380400087347</id><published>2008-09-09T12:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T13:42:34.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes, I feel that my life is fated to be like that. Be remembered and forgotten as and when people like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And this is the time of the year where I will keep thinking and thinking about things. And get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's something I don't understand. I don't understand why my words always fall on deaf ears. They will promise me, and when the time comes for them to make good their words, they forget about it completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe there's just a simple logic behind this problem. Behind my problem. Old friends gets forgotten when new friends come into their lives. This is the only answer I can come up with. No?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Also, there's this other problem. Other's trying to sow discord when I shared my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boy am I glad I'm in a science school and not the complicated business school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mandy once said that meeting up once a year is already sufficient. That, I agree. But on one condition. The friendship shared between these friends must be as strong as the hardest metal on earth. As hard as the hardest stone on the planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh well. You will know who your true friends really are in times of crisis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-2592153380400087347?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2592153380400087347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=2592153380400087347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/2592153380400087347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/2592153380400087347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/09/sometimes-i-feel-that-my-life-is-fated.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-6764213702562073729</id><published>2008-09-08T14:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T14:44:13.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am back! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I was working in bloody carrefour for the entire of last week. Which means all seven days. Terrible right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, a summary of what work was like for the past 7 days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day 1 sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Short and sweet right. So ya. The work sucked. And let me warn all of you. DON'T EVER CONSIDER WORKING FOR CARREFOUR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously. A bunch of us went to work as cashiers and we were expected to stand for the whole day. And there wasn't even a tiny stool for us to sit. It's super WTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But thankfully, the nightmare is finally OVER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dreaded going to work everyday. And I dreamt of the bloody counter almost every night! It's super scary can! See the cashier even in my dreams. Wa. Ultimate man! Worse than OC. I thought dreaming about the molecular formulas was bad enough. Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I am currently in a nuaing state right now. My bum will be stuck to the sofa temporarily until I think I have replenished all the energy I've lost standing in carrefour. Ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-6764213702562073729?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6764213702562073729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=6764213702562073729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6764213702562073729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6764213702562073729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-back-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-7933497702483234123</id><published>2008-09-01T08:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T09:18:12.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Downtown east</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, I have a one day job at downtown east and we're supposed to reach that place by 7.30am! And guess what. I reached there at 6 50. Stupid right! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Joined Alex and some other people whom I don't know for breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Took my attendance and we were separated into groups of two. And just like I expected, I was separated from the rest of the girls. -_-" I think I should have already gotten used to it by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But my partner was a nice girl. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Slacked around till the event started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt;. I tell you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My job is SUPER DUPER &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;UPER&lt;/span&gt; TIRING TO THE MAX &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause we're all posted at different stations to be game masters. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; game I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kena&lt;/span&gt; was called hoopla. All you had to do is to throw the hoop and hoop it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; the elephant's tusks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I started out being an extremely friendly person. Smiles, good luck wishes and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, when the retarded and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;KIASU&lt;/span&gt; people started throwing the bloody hoops out of the 'net' or whatever you call it, my face started to change. Like how the clouds change from being blue and sunny to dark and grey on a stormy day. My face was like that. And then something happened which made lighting and thunder appear on my already dark and grey face. Let me describe it to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I was saying, the retarded people were continuously throwing the hoop out of the net and my poor partner and I had to keep on picking it up. So, as usual, when I was picking up the hoop, the girl continued throwing. I had my back to the bloody hell of a girl and when I was a bout the stand up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE BLOODY HELL OF A GIRL THREW HER HOOP AND IT WENT OUT OF THE NET AND IT EFFING HOOPED MY HEAD, DAMMIT!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ya. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; that was when I turned around and stared that that asshole with my killer stare. But guess what the whole line of people that were waiting for their turn did. They laughed at me. Non-stop some more. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt;. I tell you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;. My already black face became even blacker. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Even though&lt;/span&gt; I don't know how black can become blacker, it just did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ya. This was how the grey and dark clouds became a thunderstorm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And one more thing. This event made me realise how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;kiasu&lt;/span&gt; Singaporeans &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;. These people, they were allowed to play the game as long as the queue again after their turn was over. And this stupid lady with her two daughters, and another lady with her fat husband, and a girl in a yellow t-shirt which reads "say" did just that. After the game, they just kept queueing again and again. All for the sake of a PENCIL. So I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to keep seeing their faces over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; over again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt;. I was sick of them already. All my partner and I want to do was to say: "Nah. I give you the entire pack of pencils. SHOO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carissa came over for a surprise visit in the afternoon! Ha ha. Hello! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yea. So all these things were more or less what happened. Ended work at about 7. Then Mandy, Jun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hong&lt;/span&gt; and I slacked all the way to 8 before heading off for dinner. But we took 45 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; to finally decide where to eat. And we ate at BK. How lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh ya. And I saw that fruit at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;eHub&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;carissa&lt;/span&gt;! But I didn't dare to look at it directly. Cause I bet she would have recognised me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 week job at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Suntec&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow. Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-7933497702483234123?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7933497702483234123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=7933497702483234123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/7933497702483234123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/7933497702483234123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/09/downtown-east.html' title='Downtown east'/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-89438985873628639</id><published>2008-08-30T08:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T08:46:01.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The buffet at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grandcopthorn&lt;/span&gt; was cancelled. Boo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We went to another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; restaurant in that hotel instead. But the food was great great great! Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's all I have to say about today. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-89438985873628639?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/89438985873628639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=89438985873628639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/89438985873628639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/89438985873628639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/08/buffet-at-grandcopthorn-was-cancelled.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-2378069176762243815</id><published>2008-08-29T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T08:46:33.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The entire of thursday was spent in front of the com playing Sims 2, and trying to make them have a baby. Ha ha! My Sims couple is super loving la! All they think of is kiss, kiss, and babies. Horny yea? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Friday was much more eventful. Started off with breakfast at Macs. Hotcakes are rather delicious! :D&lt;br /&gt;Then we made our way back to TP for our Yacult trip! The bus journey was a torment boy! He sat with our butts stuck to the seat for at least one and a half hour. Sick.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to listen to some microbiologist man talking about the bacteria in the drink. And I realised something. He LOVES to repeat his sentences. Stupid. Initially, I thought he was some guy with high qualifications and what not. But it turned out otherwise. Cause he started to act funny, and spoke in mandarine, malay and even hokkien to the ITE students. -_-" I was a little annoyed with that bunch of lians and bengs. Shoo!&lt;br /&gt;Took the MRT with Jessic and Joanne. And I went to find my aunt at Tanjong Pagar. I tell you ar. I was almost lost. And its retarded. Cause I alighted at City Hall MRT and needed to change train to reacg Tanjong Pagar. But I cant find the train that says 'to Boon Lay'.&lt;br /&gt;I went up an escalator, and it took me to the exit. Then I went down another escalator, and it took me to the same place where I alighted just now. Dumb right, Finally, I took the stairs. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;Reached Tanjong Pagar and all we had to do was to fill in the form. But Mandy and the rest couldnt make it on time. So the guy said its ok and they will fill the form on Monday. I bet there happy man. Saved a trip down.&lt;br /&gt;Lunched at Soup Spoon before going to find my mum. Waited for a while. I tell you ar. There's a guy in the salon that is damn cute la!!!!! Cute bodoh! But he's already got a girlfriend. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;Buffet dinner at Grand Corpthorn tomorrow! SHIOKNESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-2378069176762243815?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2378069176762243815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=2378069176762243815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/2378069176762243815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/2378069176762243815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/08/entire-of-thursday-was-spent-in-front.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-55152464343438390</id><published>2008-08-27T10:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T10:51:23.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HALLELUJAH! THE EXAMS ARE OVER. O-V-E-R! :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, exams nearly killed me.&lt;br /&gt;Especially PUO. This is a subject where studying one day before does not work. And I'm serious. Cause it's a theory plus calculations based subject. Even though we've practice the set of tutorials over and over again, it is an entirely different thing when it comes to the exam. Cause the damn teacher doesn't even give us theory questions. And the entire bloody exam consisted of 40% theory. How wonderful. And the calculation questions are different. They make tutorials look as easy as ABC. Tsk. Plus it's 5 CUs. FIVE.&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't feel sad even though I know a C or a D or even an F is coming my way. I don't know why. But there's something I know for sure. I can say byebye to my DHL qualification. Ha ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;Bus-ed to Marina square for lunch with a bunch of great people after the exams. Loved the bus ride there man! Caused it was uber funny. But but but, I had to stand throughout the journey. Which is so.. EWW. Ha ha. Lunch was followed by some window shopping and further slacking at Starbucks. And then we went home. The bus took ages to come man! And I reached home at 8. How retarded.&lt;br /&gt;That was how I marked the end of the exams. Wee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-55152464343438390?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/55152464343438390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=55152464343438390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/55152464343438390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/55152464343438390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/08/hallelujah-exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-9000702331925531671</id><published>2008-08-22T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T00:11:37.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Job interview was a flop. There &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; any interview to start with. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PLM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;term test&lt;/span&gt; is a definite pass. But how well? I do not want to know. Same for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt;. The first question, and I already did it wrongly. Shit stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But having exams in the sports complex is ultra cool! cool as in the cool cool, and also cool as in the 'in crowd' cool. Get it? Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There was more than a thousand tables, and I bet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; at least 200 fans blowing at us. No exaggeration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lunched at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; before going off to study at coffee beans. And just like I predicted, there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; any accomplishments at all. For a matter of fact, I was looking at the same slide from 3 plus till 5 plus. How wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reaching home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; help. Because of the bronze medal match between SINGAPORE and china. Bye bye medal. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ANd&lt;/span&gt; when I finally settled down in front of my table, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;scanner&lt;/span&gt; in front of me kept nagging to send the handout to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;carissa&lt;/span&gt;. So I set to work and do everything that I needed to do on the computer, Plus some extra stuffs. Like reading my mails, surfing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, surfing blogs and now, blogging. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Muahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ANd&lt;/span&gt; in the blink of an eye, 2 hrs zoomed pass without me knowing, and its now 12 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="previewbody" style="display: block;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia, just  go bang your head against the wall a million times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But coffee  beans was fun. And I saw my chemistry teacher! Madam halizah! Her back view only  la. I dont dare to call her. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;And I  am falling in love with facebook. Even though I'm not sure how it really works..  :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-9000702331925531671?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/9000702331925531671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=9000702331925531671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/9000702331925531671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/9000702331925531671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/08/job-interview-was-flop.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-208980866154777005</id><published>2008-08-20T10:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:52:47.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;d so, my tuesday was gone in the blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;I told myself to study. And this was what happened.&lt;br /&gt;I felt hungry. So I went down to eat some biscuits. And since I was eating, I turned on the TV to watch. And there was a ping pong match. In fact, there's two matches. One male, one female. And you guessed it. I watched it. Till one plus. Then my mum went out. Which meant I was alone at home. And there was no one to ask me to study. So I continued watching.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I decided that I've had enough of TV. So I went up and wanted to study. But before that, I decided to file all my notes first. And guess what. I realised that one of my FPath note was missing. So I went all over the house looking for it. And finally, I decided to try my luck in the book shelve. Then, I saw IT! Not the note. The sudoku book. And this sudden urge of doing sudoku came over me. And I went to do sudoku.&lt;br /&gt;How retarded, No. My tuesday is not over yet. My aunt and uncle came over to my house for steam boat. Like those we eat in soul garden. Damn shiok. They reached home at 5. And I went down to help them all the way till 7.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner sarted from 7 till 9 plus. Then we went up to try fix my internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;By the time everything was done, it was already 12 plus.&lt;br /&gt;How gay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-208980866154777005?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/208980866154777005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=208980866154777005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/208980866154777005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/208980866154777005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/08/d-so-my-tuesday-was-gone-in-blink-of.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-6590120007114035637</id><published>2008-08-16T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T20:03:48.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. It was a day filled with revisions. Lunched with Jesic, Carissa and Joanne. How exciting.&lt;br /&gt;We made our way to Sugarloaf. For the sake of Jia Lin. Ha ha. But there wasn't any space at all. Shit. Plus the act cute jia lin never see me! Grr.&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to try out toptable. And it was full as well. Plus we didnt have any reservation.&lt;br /&gt;The I suggested Mensa 3. Cause ron said there was aircon. So feeling rather adventurous that day, we took the lift up to level 3. And guess what. The three words that stared back at us made us all sign. For staff only. Boo!&lt;br /&gt;So we settled for Bistro. The food was so so. Portion was small. But we're all full. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;And this marks the end of thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Another revision day followed by lunch at Macs. Caught the table tennis semi-finals, Singapore VS Korea. And Singapore won! Woo! Damn happy la. I was like shouting and cheering and doing all sorts of actions alone at home. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;I see the Kim Kyung Ah's face ar. Wa. Feel like smacking sia. Plus the way she plays, super irritating please! Even the commentator said that she had an annoying knack for making players feel impatient. Spot on!&lt;br /&gt;And I happily spent my Friday watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday came. Which is today. And I havent even finished 5.3 throughout the whole day. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;Jia you everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-6590120007114035637?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6590120007114035637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=6590120007114035637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6590120007114035637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6590120007114035637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/08/thursday-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-2209717248849872724</id><published>2008-08-13T12:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T12:31:13.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm BORED.&lt;br /&gt;I found another game that is fun! But I think it is quite lame. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;PLM quiz tomorrow. I think it is super retarded. We're supposed to read the notes prepared by our group members to get ready for tomorrow's quiz. But every group's notes will be different. So how are we supposed to know what will be tested? For all I know, maybe the things tested in tomorrow's quiz will not be found in my notes. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;We're getting back plm marketing test tomorrow. I'd better be mentally prepared. Cause almost the entire cohort failed it. And in the 10 that passed, a couple of them scored FULL MARKS. How extreme. But I heard that the quiz was moderated. I hope that I pass. Heh. Like duh.&lt;br /&gt;Exams starting next monday. Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;I missed the DRP dateline. Gay. Now I really have to go and find a job. Otherwise I will find myself rotting at home for almost 2 months. Grr!&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I shall go back and play my retarded game. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-2209717248849872724?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2209717248849872724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=2209717248849872724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/2209717248849872724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/2209717248849872724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-6652050250749528193</id><published>2008-08-12T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:49:46.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CSAS is finally over! Peer evaluation wasn't truthful. Damn. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Just ate durian! Yummylicious.&lt;br /&gt;No school tomorrow. Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. I've been addicted to a game since this afternoon when I got back from school. It's fun! Ha ha. But there's side effect after playing it. Your vision will go all funny when you look at the computer screen. It will keep swaying left and right. Must be because of the game. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-6652050250749528193?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6652050250749528193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=6652050250749528193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6652050250749528193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6652050250749528193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/08/csas-is-finally-over-peer-evaluation.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-162947467657130883</id><published>2008-08-09T15:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T15:52:21.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bei Jing olympics! I was stuck to the TV watching the opening ceremony, and waiting for Singapore's appearance. Ha ha! Lame. But it's true.&lt;br /&gt;Caught the games on TV again this morning. Since 9 all the way till now.&lt;br /&gt;I think having wireless connection is damn shiok! Can surf the net and play viwawa on the sofa. But sad to say, this connection belongs to some other people. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;I think this year's national day will not be as great. Cause people will be watching the olympic games instead of watching the national day celebration. That's what I think la. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-162947467657130883?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/162947467657130883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=162947467657130883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/162947467657130883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/162947467657130883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/08/bei-jing-olympics-i-was-stuck-to-tv.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-2504216081703794383</id><published>2008-08-07T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:05:39.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things haven't been smooth going for me. The main thing is friendship issues.&lt;br /&gt;Lunched with mei jun today! Sugarloaf. But the dunno what rice that I bought wasn't exactly nice. Maybe a 3 out of 10 marks, 10 being extremely delicious. So ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Received a sms from someone about someone else. I felt afraid. I was confused and curious how things became like that. But it looks like everything is fine now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 hours of quality time spent with a friend is so freaking worth it. I'm loving it! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reached home at about 3 plus. And I fell asleep on the sofa with the TV on. Cause it was so comfortable, and I fell asleep while playing bejewelled. Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woke up to carissa's sms. And she told me she just dined at Shokudo!!! Grr! To think I was filling my tummy with preserved plum and loacker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's sis's turn to cook today. But she reached home at 8. So I had my pathetic dinner at 8.10. It consisted of hard rice and some japanese seasoning. How nutritious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chiong PLM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-2504216081703794383?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2504216081703794383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=2504216081703794383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/2504216081703794383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/2504216081703794383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/08/things-havent-been-smooth-going-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-1198666163088170096</id><published>2008-08-06T11:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:35:43.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like what the teacher always say, don't say:&lt;br /&gt;"I am what I am. You have to accept me for what I am and don't expect me to change for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally know that it is very true. Sometimes, being what you are and not learning how to compromise is going to hurt a relationship. You may think that it's ok. But did you consider how others feel?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you can be angry. But I think it is wrong to vent your frustrations and anger on others. They might be in the wrong the first time. But at least they try to please you and meet your expectations the second time.&lt;br /&gt;The first time, they didn't let you know that they are unable to finish their parts. Yes, it's their fault. But this time around, they made sure to let you know about it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;And you are still unhappy about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yasmeen is right. Projects mean frustration, anger and misunderstandings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;But I think this is going a tad too far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being unhappy every week will not do anyone good. I also think that being group members, the project belongs to everyone. Everyone has equal rights to voice out their comments and opinions. But this is not the case. I had to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ask for permission &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to edit the report. And I was rejected. In an unfriendly manner. But i didn't say anything. Because, by doing so, it is not only my loss. It's everyone's loss. Cause the project belongs to everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, I have another thing to point out. But I don't have the guts. I don't want to risk angering anyone further. But this comment, it's not my own. It's teacher's suggestion. But it wasn't done. And I don't have the right to edit the report. So, yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You may be unhappy about it. But it doesn't mean I don't feel guilty. It doesn't mean I don't feel the stress. Who won't? I bet everyone would be stressed if he knows that someone else is fuming mad at the other side of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Someone even had to give me her password to her account just so that I can access it and retrieve the report, edit it as soon as possible, and send it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has nothing against anyone. And I apologise if I offended anyone, or pissed you off. I just want to write out everything, and iron things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I quarreled on one occasion. We had our share of tears. But at the end of the day, we were honest with each other and I think it improved our relationship. Quarrels and unhappiness is part and parcel of life. But at the end of the day, if we choose to bottle it up, it won't do anybody good. Instead, the misunderstandings and ill feelings for each other will just build up. And eventually, we will become plastic. Fake. Which is something extremely undesirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever read this post, don't be angry, or offended, or have any grudge against me. I am just trying to reason things out, and reflect on what went wrong in this project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I have something to add on. This is just a project. I think the emotions felt during this period should be thrown away and forgotten.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Now, I feel slightly intimidated in front of you. I don't dare to joke too much. For fear of angering you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-1198666163088170096?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1198666163088170096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=1198666163088170096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/1198666163088170096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/1198666163088170096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/08/word-of-day-unreasonable-like-what.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-9124309463831681459</id><published>2008-08-06T09:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T09:58:22.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a bad feeling about today.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm having CSAS. Disgusting subject. All it does is pull our grades down.&lt;br /&gt;Then PUO lab. I think lab will be better today. Cause it looks like we're doing it in small groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*cross fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-9124309463831681459?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/9124309463831681459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=9124309463831681459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/9124309463831681459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/9124309463831681459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-bad-feeling-about-today.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-8892675380998990235</id><published>2008-08-05T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:54:55.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it me? Or is it you?&lt;br /&gt;I think it is rather unfair.&lt;br /&gt;But all I can do is complain to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Gay shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-8892675380998990235?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8892675380998990235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=8892675380998990235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/8892675380998990235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/8892675380998990235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-it-me-or-is-it-you-i-think-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-1125572681742583816</id><published>2008-08-05T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:51:42.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First things first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY, JEREMY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;SO OLD SO OLD! Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I saw xian bi at AS concourse today. I think. Eww.&lt;br /&gt;Jap role play is finally over!! I think my group's performance wasn't very good. But, it's over! Ha ha. No more Jap forever. No more CDS forever. Shiok ar!&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep on the sofa just now. Shows how tired I am.&lt;br /&gt;The stupid messenger cannot sign in! So I used eBuddy. Lol. My first time using it ok. Quite fun. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Online shopping looks like fun! Everyone is doing online shopping. Makes me want to shop online as well. But, it's like 100% I won't buy anything from there cause almost all the clothes are dresses. Even though its nice and freaking cheap. Like $20+ for a dress. Go where find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dresses are a little too girly. But I like!&lt;br /&gt;But too still too girly for you. But I still like!&lt;br /&gt;But its really very girly la.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever la Felicia. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts at 1 tomorrow. How wonderful :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-1125572681742583816?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1125572681742583816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=1125572681742583816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/1125572681742583816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/1125572681742583816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-things-first-happy-18th-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-6514211687113381421</id><published>2008-08-04T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:30:38.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wa lao!&lt;br /&gt;The pimples on my forehead like so many! Like buffet like that. Have big, have small. Free flow some more. Recover already, new ones pop out.&lt;br /&gt;How fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;I love doing peer evaluation. It's the time to help my friends gain extra marks. So kind right me. Ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-6514211687113381421?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6514211687113381421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=6514211687113381421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6514211687113381421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6514211687113381421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/08/wa-lao-pimples-on-my-forehead-like-so.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-5242699901797791236</id><published>2008-08-04T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:32:36.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PLM presentation is finally OVER!! My presentation was the shortest , even though my topic was considered the most important. Plus, no one asked me questions during the Q&amp;amp;A. Double shiokness!&lt;br /&gt;Lunched at level 1. And I fell asleep while studying for FPath. Damn tired la! Even though I had like almost 6 hours of sleep. So irritating. Sleep too little, tired. Sleep 9 hours, also tired. Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;OC lecture flew by. And it's time for FPath chionging session again. Ha ha. Oh ya. 10 people squeezed into one bench. Pro or pro? Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone were trying to cram every bit of info into their overloaded brains.&lt;br /&gt;My friends teared after the paper ended. Cheer up ya! Must be too stressed. I felt guilty when I see them cry. Cause I don't know how to comfort them. And I didn't feel that I did badly for the paper. Maybe I did. Just that I didn't know my mistakes. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;LinXi called us the ang pow gang. Cause I was in a bright red top today.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy came to my house! Ha ha. She wanted to see the newly painted house and she liked the study room best :)&lt;br /&gt;Yasmeen's mum scolded me. Indirectly la. But I feel pai say. Heh. Next time, I shall call your handphone instead. Free incoming calls right! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Jap presentation tomorrow. Wish me luck man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-5242699901797791236?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5242699901797791236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=5242699901797791236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/5242699901797791236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/5242699901797791236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/08/plm-presentation-is-finally-over-my.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-7631248868256462261</id><published>2008-08-04T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T00:32:16.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh my poor brain!&lt;br /&gt;PLM presentation tomorrow morning. Even though we don't have to memorise the script, I still feel the pressure. Cause we are required to present it in front of the entire PST cohort. How wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Then FPath lecture quiz in the afternoon. Memorise like crazy. I hope I can memorise it by tomorrow. Or strictly speaking, by this morning. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;I was stuck on topic 3.4. Stayed on the same page for like an hour. How retarded.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck. Wish my group luck.&lt;br /&gt;Red red red! :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-7631248868256462261?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7631248868256462261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=7631248868256462261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/7631248868256462261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/7631248868256462261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-my-poor-brain-plm-presentation.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-7070934874958772876</id><published>2008-08-03T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:04:32.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14th december</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Please make 14th December a day that I will not forget.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything goes smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;14th December is not yet confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;But I shall announce it if it gets confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;Damn excited please! :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-7070934874958772876?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7070934874958772876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=7070934874958772876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/7070934874958772876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/7070934874958772876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/08/14th-december.html' title='14th december'/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-4246066415429110689</id><published>2008-08-01T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:26:52.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PLM meeting at 11 cause the deadline is today. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of completing the entire report is so.... SHIOK!!!! Ha ha. Have a tiny sense of achievement. But some people left us hopping mad.&lt;br /&gt;Lunched at ITAS before going for Jap meeting. Mr. Guo long still can't pronounce 'dozo'. He reads it as 'dojo'. Wow. But the rehearsal was funnnn! Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Headed home and watched the latest episode od Fated to love you. Nice nice nice.&lt;br /&gt;Mandy called and I got persuaded to join a photography enrichment program thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All they had to do was to ask, ask and ask again. Many a times, whenever I say no, I actually mean: ask me again. I will agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everytime, when I say no, people will leave it as that. No. And I don't like it at all.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Shahedah called to ask for the soft copy of the report. I almost mistook her voice as Yasmeen's. But I was wondering why my phone didn't show "Yasmeen's hse calling" when my phone rang. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was a flop. I tried to steam egg. And it took 35 minutes for the pathetic bowl of egg to be cooked. So dinner started at 7 30. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-4246066415429110689?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4246066415429110689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=4246066415429110689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/4246066415429110689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/4246066415429110689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/08/plm-meeting-at-11-cause-deadline-is.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-655312233757244760</id><published>2008-07-31T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:27:52.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday wasn't a happy day for me.&lt;br /&gt;Today was alright. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;APEL&lt;/span&gt; presentation. It's finally over. Even though it's super not entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt;2 lecture quiz 3. It's do-able. I'll kill myself if I get anything below 20.&lt;br /&gt;Went to com lab to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PLM&lt;/span&gt;. And here comes the highlight for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fuanni&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; and I saw two guys FIGHTING. Ya. Fighting. In the short corridor in between the two doors to com lab. Understand? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nevermind&lt;/span&gt;. As I was saying, we opened the door and I heard this '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bom&lt;/span&gt;' sound. And after like 1.5 seconds, I realised two guys were fighting. And the three girls, which includes me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;chua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sai&lt;/span&gt;-ed. I was like damn scared la. And I had this sick feeling at the pit of my stomach. My heart was like pumping at 180 beats per minute. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Then after a while, one of the guy came out. In order to play safe, we waited for a few more seconds before going in again. And the coast was clear. But I saw something else. The guy that was involved in the fight, he was like shaking his hand. I guess it hurts. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;PLM&lt;/span&gt; in the lab. And I felt guilty. Sorry. But I will complete it by tomorrow. Promise! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Yas&lt;/span&gt; was kind enough to accompany out. Cause I didn't dare leave when no one in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;group&lt;/span&gt; have left. Plus they did their stuff while I just sat there and stone-ed. So when we left the com lab, we saw the guy that was in the fight again. I bet he recognised us. Cause he looked at us for like a split second too long. And we felt a little threatened. So we went to take the fireman lift instead. Ha ha. Scared-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dy&lt;/span&gt; cats. But its better to be safe than sorry right.&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied Carissa to rot for half an hour before she went for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;PUO&lt;/span&gt; tutorial. And in the end, I also went for it. But it was like useless. Cause the tutorial that the teacher gave us, we already did it. And I knew how to do it. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Subway for lunch before roaming around TM and CS. First time shopping with Carissa and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Jessic&lt;/span&gt;. It was fun. Even though most of the time, I'm the one standing around and they're the ones shopping. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Ta bao food home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Will you remember the promise we made? Or will you be so caught up with your studies, you don't give a shit about it. Will the promise be an empty one? I shall know when the time comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-655312233757244760?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/655312233757244760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=655312233757244760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/655312233757244760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/655312233757244760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/07/yesterday-wasnt-happy-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-8188494092124956979</id><published>2008-07-29T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:35:21.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sugarloaf&lt;/span&gt;-ed with Mandy today! I tell you. The ice cream sucks like shit la! Such a waste of my $2.50. Anyway, I told Mandy the fan joke. And we laughed like crazy! Super funny. I'm supposed to have my lunch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sugarloaf&lt;/span&gt;. But we went Design to eat after staying at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sugarloaf&lt;/span&gt; for like 26.34 minutes. Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh ya. There's this tall tall, blur blur and cute cute guy at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sugarloaf&lt;/span&gt;! :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lunched with Mr. Rooster. And he actually laughed at the fan joke. What a miracle! Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;35/40 for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jap&lt;/span&gt; listening test. Not bad! Considering the fact that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;chionged&lt;/span&gt; 4 chapters in the miserable 2 hours break that I had before the tutorial started. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I almost feel asleep waiting for Chen Yuan to go for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jap&lt;/span&gt; lecture. I tell you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;, I seriously have no affinity with the damn piece &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;attendence&lt;/span&gt; la! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; when I choose to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jap&lt;/span&gt;, there will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;attendence&lt;/span&gt;. And every lecture that I attend, there's no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;attendence&lt;/span&gt;! Super crappy la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I regretted going for today's lecture. Cause all we did was to watch two stupid interviews on ex &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;TP&lt;/span&gt; students and their experience with Japanese language. -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh ya. I slept at 10 plus for the past two days . But I am still damn tired. Oh no. Am I dying soon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-8188494092124956979?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8188494092124956979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=8188494092124956979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/8188494092124956979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/8188494092124956979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/07/sugarloaf-ed-with-mandy-today-i-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-8970873984640480577</id><published>2008-07-26T09:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T09:15:13.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Late post.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Swissotel merchant court for buffet dinner with couzzies last sunday!&lt;br /&gt;Buffet buffet buffet!! I love buffet man!&lt;br /&gt;But we had to queue to get in despite the fact that we have already booked a table. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;Plus we had to queue to get our food. That's ok. But I was irritated when this China lady in front of me was like super kiasu. No more food alr, still want to take the left over onions. And she took some of everything from every single dish. Gay.&lt;br /&gt;Went home and I'm supposed to study for some test. I forgotten what. But I gave up. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;                                           ----------THE END----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-8970873984640480577?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8970873984640480577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=8970873984640480577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/8970873984640480577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/8970873984640480577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/07/late-post.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-1209996692297401235</id><published>2008-07-26T09:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T09:10:35.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PLM project meeting yesterday!! And someone was late for an hour. Nevermind. But when she came, she stayed for like 20 minutes and left. How wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Prata-ed with Fuanni, Valencia and Jun You. I tell you ar, the indian man's accent really cannot understand sia! The first time, I heard it as two twenty. Then Fuanni said two forty. SO I asked the man. And this time, I heard as two forty. Then I looked at him and said two forty? Then I heard him say two twenty. Wa! Confusion please!&lt;br /&gt;Went home and did what I'm supposed to do. Play kal!! Ha ha. No la. Actually, I don't know what I did in front of the com. But I knew that in the blink of an eye, 3 hours have zoomed past.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner tomorrow with couzzies! :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-1209996692297401235?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1209996692297401235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=1209996692297401235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/1209996692297401235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/1209996692297401235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/07/plm-project-meeting-yesterday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-8729328557755398884</id><published>2008-07-25T10:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:23:27.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;APEL&lt;/span&gt; was damn funny! I loved it when Yasmeen said:" I forgive you".&lt;br /&gt;Next week is my turn! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Eeyer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast-ed with my clique! It think this is the first time we came together and ate together ever since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;schoo&lt;/span&gt; reopened. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt;2 lecture next. Quiz next week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Eww&lt;/span&gt;! Anyway, I made my way into the LT today cause I didn't join the rest. But when I opened the door, I saw and unfamiliar face. Then I thought he was in the wrong LT. So I went to the other side and opened the door. And I saw three unfamiliar faces. So I thought I was in the wrong LT. So I went out, and kept staring at my timetable, checking and double checking to see if it's LT16. Then after about 2 minutes of staring, I went in and sat there. Hoping and hoping that I was in the right LT and they were wrong. And I heard the lecturer's voice. Voila! It's Low Bee Lee! So I am correct. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;! Four person went into the wrong LT. Ha ha. To think the three girls were discussing why I was in their LT. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt;2 lecture wasn't bad. I learnt how to draw the mechanism! :)&lt;br /&gt;I ate again at 12. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;. I feel fat. Plus the noodles were oily. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;. Studied &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;FPath&lt;/span&gt;. I forgotten one factor for thrombosis. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt;. The feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pek&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;chek&lt;/span&gt;. Cause I know I read it like a million times already. Oh well. It's over now.&lt;br /&gt;Went to TM with Chen Yuan to top up his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ez&lt;/span&gt;-link card. Had a light bite at Long John's. And I saw my cousin. And I saw Yasmeen and gang! Super coincidental &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;! I kind of sensed it when she called me and ask me where am I. :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Jap&lt;/span&gt; lecture sucked. But I saw this cute guy! He was sitting in front of us. Ha ha. His side profile was like cute plus cute plus cute. Then you go and look at his full face, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt;! disappointment la!!! The eyes too small. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt;. Otherwise, almost perfect. Cause he's got a china accent. Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-8729328557755398884?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8729328557755398884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=8729328557755398884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/8729328557755398884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/8729328557755398884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/07/yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-7050876616971673712</id><published>2008-07-23T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:50:23.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aww man! To think I will be all fresh and happy for school today. But I woke up too early. Tsk. My body alarm is going haywire.&lt;br /&gt;CSAS was such a bore. I was trying hard to fight the sleep angel that was flying above my head, willing me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;OC lab was a disaster. Not the experiment. The people. Cause my mood was ka na sai. And my attitude was super lousy. And I think I pissed quite a few people off. And now I am feeling like shit. Cause I don't know how to face them. Gay la.&lt;br /&gt;Me and my terrible attitude. So many people commented on it. But I never seem to be able to change it. :(&lt;br /&gt;When I'm nice, I'm nice. When my mood is ugly, I turn ugly. I think the way I feel is written all over my face. One look at it and you can tell whether I'm happy or sad.&lt;br /&gt;Felicia, be nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I shall try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-7050876616971673712?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7050876616971673712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=7050876616971673712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/7050876616971673712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/7050876616971673712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/07/aww-man-to-think-i-will-be-all-fresh.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-4161350603937907965</id><published>2008-07-22T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:21:19.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PUO&lt;/span&gt; lecture was boring. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PUO&lt;/span&gt; tutorial was equally boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lunched at Engine for the second time since the day I stepped into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TP&lt;/span&gt; as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;freshie&lt;/span&gt;. The grilled chicken wasn't appetising. Firstly, the china &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aunty&lt;/span&gt; gave me tomato sauce for the pasta instead of mushroom sauce. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nevermind&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe I spoke too softly. Knowing me, shy and all. Ha ha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, back to the chicken. It was cold. They just grilled in batches and put it in a container and the chicken was left to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; one corner. Then the black pepper sauce. It was cold as well. Disgusting la. Plus the portion so small. No nice la. But still. $0.20 cheaper than design only, the quality so much difference. Enough of engine food for the time being. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;APEL&lt;/span&gt; project meeting was a flop. Not exactly. Maybe 10% of the time was spent discussing it. The other 90% was spent laughing at ME. The dumb dumb Jun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; kept disturbing me. I laughed till I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fely&lt;/span&gt; like crying. And I super scared my face laugh till blush la! Damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pai&lt;/span&gt; say you know! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The last one and a half hour was spent chatting with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mandy&lt;/span&gt; and trying to cram in some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Jap&lt;/span&gt; phrases. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;sai&lt;/span&gt;! If I knew there was so much to read, I should have read through it yesterday night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Jap&lt;/span&gt; test is going to be a flop. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Jap&lt;/span&gt; script was commented as being not interesting enough. Gay. So we twisted the story, and I will end up dying at the end of the skit. How wonderful. Ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;CSAS&lt;/span&gt; now. To think Yasmeen told me that Scope required about two sentences only. So I left it till now. Then when I went to BB to check out the guide, I realised Yasmeen was wrong. Damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Heng&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow school starts at 1pm. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Muahaha&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Felicia's mood is pretty good. I don't know why. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-4161350603937907965?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4161350603937907965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=4161350603937907965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/4161350603937907965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/4161350603937907965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/07/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-2916814308095774101</id><published>2008-07-21T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:49:22.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sem Exam timetable is out.&lt;br /&gt;OC2 is held in Sports Hall. Eww! Hot and stuffy. I hope it rains. But if it rains, then they will close the doors! So I will be hotter! Plus the sound of the rain. Tsk. Irritating.&lt;br /&gt;But, there's something good about this sem's exam. There's only 3 papers! But PLM termtest is during the study week. To think they told us it's a non-examination subject. Pui!&lt;br /&gt;I thought up of a super lame idea for APEL presentation. It is super lame. If it is approved by all the group members, you guys shall see it on 31st July. Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;Jap listening test tomorrow. Sian. Totally no mood to study. So disgusting la! Like all similar but have different meanings.&lt;br /&gt;Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-2916814308095774101?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2916814308095774101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=2916814308095774101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/2916814308095774101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/2916814308095774101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/07/sem-exam-timetable-is-out.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-2141092514630582073</id><published>2008-07-19T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T17:11:32.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;THANK YOU, VALENCIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heng ar! Luckily I took out my courage and asked her for the notes online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all the notes that I jotted down during lecture are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poof! Just disappeared like that. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-2141092514630582073?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2141092514630582073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=2141092514630582073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/2141092514630582073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/2141092514630582073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/07/thank-you-valencia-heng-ar-luckily-i.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-7600976982429187026</id><published>2008-07-19T16:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T16:45:10.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I trusted you and lent you my notes.&lt;br /&gt;Now you've lost it.&lt;br /&gt;What's worst is it's been removed from BB.&lt;br /&gt;So I can't even download it.&lt;br /&gt;And the bloody test is on Monday, 9am.&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;I am pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-7600976982429187026?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7600976982429187026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=7600976982429187026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/7600976982429187026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/7600976982429187026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-trusted-you-and-lent-you-my-notes.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-2788013653842713974</id><published>2008-07-18T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T12:06:28.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Just finished watching L: Change the World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn nice!!  :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-2788013653842713974?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2788013653842713974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=2788013653842713974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/2788013653842713974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/2788013653842713974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-finished-watching-l-change-world.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-8552993405196753462</id><published>2008-07-17T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:44:02.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;APEL&lt;/span&gt; was funny. Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; comment almost made my tear glands secrete tears. Almost. But of course the brave Felicia swallowed it and smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lin Xi says my face looks fierce. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aww&lt;/span&gt; man! Next time, I shall tattoo the word friendly on my forehead. Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt; lecture made me feel as if I'm a sleepy girl on a bullet train. Cause Low Bee Lee was super fast and I was like super sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lack of sleep! That explains why there's a mini outbreak of pimples. Gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CSAS&lt;/span&gt; passed by super fast. If only it's like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ths&lt;/span&gt; every week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jap&lt;/span&gt; script is finally done! Now all I'm left with is the acting-in-front-of-an-entire-class-of-strangers part. Which sucks even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;PLM&lt;/span&gt; presentation is going to kill me again. Cause we have to present int front on the entire LT. Filled with critical people. And people that try to clown around. People like M*****. Nope. It's not the name of a fruit. It's some other mixed species. Obvious enough? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TOMORROW IS FRIDAY!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SHIOK&lt;/span&gt; AR! :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-8552993405196753462?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8552993405196753462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=8552993405196753462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/8552993405196753462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/8552993405196753462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/07/apel-was-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-1383004661695178060</id><published>2008-07-15T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:07:34.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;! Finally the damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt; assignment is over! And the peer evaluation is super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shiok&lt;/span&gt;. Cause I practically 'wrote' a compo about this particular group member. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Muahaha&lt;/span&gt;. You shall die a horrible death. But this is not the main point. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jap&lt;/span&gt; draft is due by this week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;heng&lt;/span&gt; not today. Cause our draft is half done. I just realised that the guy in my group cannot read! Seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ji&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt;' he keeps reading as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ji&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ji&lt;/span&gt;. Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;?!? Actually, I wouldn't give a damn cause it's not my problem. But, his extremely poor articulation and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pronunciation&lt;/span&gt; will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;affet&lt;/span&gt; MY marks! Gay shit la him. Better go bang his head on the wall. Evil Felicia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, the next thing is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;PLM&lt;/span&gt;. Have to rush it out by hook or by crook by tonight! Then I can have a short but peaceful sleep. And I can finally say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;byebye&lt;/span&gt; to 12 midnight and say hello to 10 30pm. For a couple of days. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; This means I can sleep earlier! This way, not only will I be able to grow, my skin condition will also improve! And all the huge pimples and tiny pimples can poof into thin air. Ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enough of crapping. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;PLM&lt;/span&gt;, here I come! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-1383004661695178060?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1383004661695178060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=1383004661695178060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/1383004661695178060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/1383004661695178060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/07/woo-hoo-finally-damn-oc-assignment-is.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-1813799464632876688</id><published>2008-07-14T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:38:11.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a "stressed out alarm" post. Don't read it if you don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;I feel super stressed!&lt;br /&gt;Felicia feels super stressed!&lt;br /&gt;Boo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;It really sucks to not be in a relaxed state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;Studied the theory for PUO. And it came out only in the MCQ.&lt;br /&gt;Studied for OC but I studied the wrong thing. Plus Low Bee Lee postponed the quiz.&lt;br /&gt;Jap script due tomorrow. But my group members changed the script. Now it is a totally boring one. The main purpose of changing the script is to increase its creativity. Now it's gone AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;PLM interview 2 this wednesday. And I have no idea how to start. What am I supposed to include in my notes?&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 3 30. And I wasted the entire day in front of the TV and com watching drama. I should go bang my head instead.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like having a mental breakdown. Then I will be able to take a break from school.&lt;br /&gt;PLM and OC quiz next monday. I bet I am going to study on Sunday again. Sometimes, I just hate myself for doing last minute work. Like in the case of my tests, exams and projects.&lt;br /&gt;I am carefree no more. Felicia is not as happy.&lt;br /&gt;She is stressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-1813799464632876688?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1813799464632876688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=1813799464632876688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/1813799464632876688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/1813799464632876688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-stressed-out-alarm-post.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-1057762025897622159</id><published>2008-07-11T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:05:04.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt; project in school today. And as usual, the girl that read storybook during the last meeting wasn't around.&lt;br /&gt;So as time ticked away, we got more and more stressed. Cause we were stupid enough to start doing the project yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;But, good news! Low bee lee extended the dateline till next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;! Phew! Otherwise, I think I might just cry when 6pm comes.&lt;br /&gt;Something unhappy happened after everyone left. Which made two person cry.&lt;br /&gt;But everything is alright now. In fact, they are better than before! Cause these two person were able to be truthful to each other, get things sorted out, cry over what happened, and patch up. The only thing left is a story between these two persons which made them understand more about each other, and help them their friendship grow stronger and taller! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-1057762025897622159?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1057762025897622159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=1057762025897622159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/1057762025897622159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/1057762025897622159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/07/oc-project-in-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-6669376142015334877</id><published>2008-07-10T22:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:15:36.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CSAS&lt;/span&gt; test sucks!! Cause I didn't manage to finish it on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;APEL&lt;/span&gt; today was fun. Cause Mandy and I kept taking pictures. I felt super distracted la! So retarded. Oh ya. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vijaya&lt;/span&gt; showed her signature sexy fringe today. Ha ha! For the sake o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TAY&lt;/span&gt; LI IAN, I shall upload the photos. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SHYm7KPjx1I/AAAAAAAAAVU/JTNwUExgO5g/s1600-h/Snapshot_20080710_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221403615786420050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SHYm7KPjx1I/AAAAAAAAAVU/JTNwUExgO5g/s320/Snapshot_20080710_16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SHYmzR2DbaI/AAAAAAAAAUs/U4WKuz1of78/s1600-h/Snapshot_20080710_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221403480387972514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SHYmzR2DbaI/AAAAAAAAAUs/U4WKuz1of78/s320/Snapshot_20080710_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SHYmzs1eXBI/AAAAAAAAAU0/c8at4i_seA0/s1600-h/Snapshot_20080710_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221403487633300498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SHYmzs1eXBI/AAAAAAAAAU0/c8at4i_seA0/s320/Snapshot_20080710_12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SHYmzo6FmTI/AAAAAAAAAU8/g4V34aqyq6s/s1600-h/Snapshot_20080710_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221403486578907442" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SHYmR20VC7I/AAAAAAAAATs/pvkoQBaKtNk/s320/Snapshot_20080710_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SHYmSA1G2UI/AAAAAAAAAT0/w1TLsUUdijk/s1600-h/Snapshot_20080710_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221402908884916546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SHYmSA1G2UI/AAAAAAAAAT0/w1TLsUUdijk/s320/Snapshot_20080710_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SHYmSOvIR-I/AAAAAAAAAT8/kZFUDNotaaA/s1600-h/Snapshot_20080710_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221402912617940962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SHYmSOvIR-I/AAAAAAAAAT8/kZFUDNotaaA/s320/Snapshot_20080710_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyway, the 1 hour break after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;APEL&lt;/span&gt; was spent studying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt;2. Oh. And thank god we don't need to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt;3. Super lucky la! The next batch of students are gonna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kena&lt;/span&gt; it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Muahahaha&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt; test was a breeze. Besides the theory part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Our new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt; lecturer like shit la! Her teaching super slow. Then she really looks like a matured kid instead of a doctor. And everyone is stepping all over her. Wow. But she showed a little of her temper today. Fierce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;.. -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Super no mood after lunch. Went library to find Yasmeen and friend. She told us that they were on level 5. So Carissa and I walked in circles trying to find them. It turned out that they were on level 6. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. But car and I migrated to level5 to study. And I fell asleep. This proves how tired I am this week. Felicia rarely sleeps in school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;! Besides &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;BMic&lt;/span&gt; lectures. Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;FPath&lt;/span&gt; was alright. I think I should be able to get a pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lappy&lt;/span&gt; got configured! But the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Cyber&lt;/span&gt; centre guy isn't the fat fat magician guy already. Is some attitude man. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Eeyer&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt; project meeting from 4 plus till almost 8! Had '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ze&lt;/span&gt; char' with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;carissa&lt;/span&gt; after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Some people really don't realize that they are in deep soup. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Attendance&lt;/span&gt; is less than 50%. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Have&lt;/span&gt; piles of work waiting to be done but complain nothing to do. Read storybook while the others are trying to contribute their part. Stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Saw Nick at the bus stop after dinner. I think he super not fated to hang out with us la!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; come only after we leave. Ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-6669376142015334877?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6669376142015334877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=6669376142015334877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6669376142015334877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6669376142015334877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/07/csas-test-sucks-cause-i-didnt-manage-to.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SHYm7KPjx1I/AAAAAAAAAVU/JTNwUExgO5g/s72-c/Snapshot_20080710_16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-1201141712702029327</id><published>2008-07-07T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T18:34:24.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know what to blog about! But i feel like blogging. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch 10 promises to my dog!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is alright. This week is going to be a busy week. OC project less than 40% done and is due this Friday. PLM interview and my research is not finished yet. And not to mention PUO quiz, CSAS test, Jap test, FPath and OC2 quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Jia Lin today! I was damn shocked. I saw Mei Jun today.&lt;br /&gt;Let's meet for lunch someday. But someday seems far far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APEL project. When are we meeting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a happy girl. Cause I don't feel happy. Even though I don't feel sad, I don't feel happy. Understand? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-1201141712702029327?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1201141712702029327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=1201141712702029327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/1201141712702029327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/1201141712702029327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-know-what-to-blog-about-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-4015586688341184611</id><published>2008-07-04T09:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T10:13:40.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Wednesday i not a happy day. Cause I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;-ed after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PLM's&lt;/span&gt; pop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;quiz&lt;/span&gt;. Then I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; frustrated during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CSAS&lt;/span&gt; cause I simply wasn't in the mood to do the damn paraphrasing exercise. And my face super attitude. Which I regretted. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PUO&lt;/span&gt; lab was even worse. Briefing lasted for almost an hour. Then the practical was freaking pathetic. It was supposed to be a GROUP work. But it ended up with 5 people doing everything. Wow. So we went to isolate ourselves and our faces super the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;buay&lt;/span&gt; song.&lt;br /&gt;In short, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt; totally sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Thursday was much better. Beside the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;stomachache&lt;/span&gt; which almost killed me.&lt;br /&gt;The usually excitement wasn't there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sem&lt;/span&gt; 2.2 is going to be bad Cause there isn't any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;APEL&lt;/span&gt;. Which means I can't see my clique people. Which means.. I don't want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I just read an email. And it got my thoughts running. I may put you in the first place of my friends list. But I I bet I wouldn't be in the first place of yours.&lt;br /&gt;I am always the inferior one. In terms of friendship. In terms of school work. In terms of results. In terms of popularity. In terms of looks. In terms of everything.&lt;br /&gt;I will be numb to all these things one day and it isn't a good thing at all. :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;I am not sad. I am just doubtful. Insecure. Unsure.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm just floating along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-4015586688341184611?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4015586688341184611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=4015586688341184611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/4015586688341184611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/4015586688341184611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/07/wednesday-i-not-happy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-6391333740425547450</id><published>2008-06-29T11:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T12:07:52.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went TM yesterday. As usual. And I saw lots of people that I pretended not to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause they were all like acquaintances! Like Crystal. I saw her outside Din &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Feng&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And Felicia. I don't know her. But at least I smiled at her. Ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing much happened yesterday. Except my mood. It swung from being super happy to super sad. Cause my sister changed her phone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mum super random la! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;She just&lt;/span&gt; bring us go see phone. Then we saw this super sleek phone and I kept saying that I like it. Then she just say, let's go. Go change phone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lau&lt;/span&gt;! But she changing my sister's phone. Boo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;! Just because two of the buttons are spoilt and the stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sony&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ericsson&lt;/span&gt; service centre never call back. -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.mymemory.co.uk/images/memory-selector/products/1205329110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Damn nice right!!! I like la. Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt; Cause it is full touch screen plus a 5mega pixel camera. Roar!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-6391333740425547450?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6391333740425547450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=6391333740425547450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6391333740425547450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6391333740425547450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/06/went-tm-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-6523430677517902288</id><published>2008-06-28T11:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T11:56:31.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went cycling yesterday with Carissa, Yasmeen, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jessic&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hamidah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217145545719947522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SGcGO3ImIQI/AAAAAAAAATE/0WGYFLUE56s/s320/DSC00080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my dream came true. Ha ha. We met at my bus stop before heading to PP. And halfway though our bus journey, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;carissa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;smsed&lt;/span&gt; to say she was coming. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;! And she reached PP 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mins &lt;/span&gt;after we reached. Superwoman! Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast at Mac's before walking under the scorching sun to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ECP&lt;/span&gt;. Oh ya. And I smartly forgotten to bring along my umbrella. Rented out bicycles and cycled. Wee! The starting was a little scary. But I got the hang of it in the end. And I successfully cycled pass people and cyclist even though I panicked. ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, And there was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;koreans&lt;/span&gt;. And they are bloody rude.&lt;br /&gt;And there was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;angmohs&lt;/span&gt; and they are super cute. I mean the babies and the teenagers. Ha ha! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217145536168946130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SGcGOTjdadI/AAAAAAAAAS0/FK4L_8iHtCY/s320/DSC00073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look at the diff!! I'm sitting on Yas's bike and she's standing with my bike. Cause she can't reach the ground. Muahahahaha! -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217145549181952210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SGcGPECAINI/AAAAAAAAATM/rQZeYNhOq7c/s320/DSC00085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217146506577189474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SGcHGym0GmI/AAAAAAAAATU/5B1USjgMXZ0/s320/DSC00086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some pictures and headed back to return the bike when the time was up.&lt;br /&gt;Made our way to PP again. And I complained and complained and complained that the sun is extremely hot. But it's really super hot!&lt;br /&gt;Bought a pretzel from Auntie Anne's. Found a place at Coffee bean and we ate it there. Oh ya. We didn't buy any drinks at all. Cause the two girls beside us bought drinks. Then we were sharing a table. So we pretended they were someone we knew. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Walked to 7-eleven to get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;slurpee&lt;/span&gt; before going back to PP. Again. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;Walked around and around. The most interesting part of the 'shopping experience' in PP was to go into Marks and Spencer's and look at bra. They were freaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bigggggg&lt;/span&gt; la! Can cover the face. Seriously. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Went home at about 5. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Yas&lt;/span&gt; and I skipped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;CSC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;AGM&lt;/span&gt;. We were too tired please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any muscle aches at all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Shiok&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217145526788487842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SGcGNwm--qI/AAAAAAAAASs/lwT3mATOy9c/s320/DSC00072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to cycle? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Jio&lt;/span&gt; me k! :D:D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217145540990993506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SGcGOlhIBGI/AAAAAAAAAS8/e0_mWj2PihQ/s320/DSC00078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-6523430677517902288?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6523430677517902288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=6523430677517902288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6523430677517902288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6523430677517902288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/06/cycling.html' title='Cycling'/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SGcGO3ImIQI/AAAAAAAAATE/0WGYFLUE56s/s72-c/DSC00080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-4629027603928806053</id><published>2008-06-26T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T00:23:49.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CSAS&lt;/span&gt; results sucked. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt;-ed for a while after that. Then we went to slack at IT block and went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ITAS&lt;/span&gt; to buy ice cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mod lifted after that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt; lab soon after. And guess what we did today? We made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;azo&lt;/span&gt; dye to dye wool cloth! The dye was orange. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Shiok&lt;/span&gt; man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I think the cloth will end up in the dustbin and be burnt at the incinerator plant of buried deep down in the ground &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;for the&lt;/span&gt; microorganisms to decompose it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My post is funny cause now is already past 12 midnight and I just finished &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;doing&lt;/span&gt; the damned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;APEL&lt;/span&gt; service reflection. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lao&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sai&lt;/span&gt; la! I think until my brain like half dead. So the behind part was like filled with rubbish. Especially the part where we have to plan. Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt; la! So no link one.. -_-" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I got it over and done with. Hip hip hooray! :) :) All that I'm left to do now is to print it and do my personal reflection. Like shit. Tomorrow go school sure tired like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;siao&lt;/span&gt;. Gay la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;APEL&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Grr&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-4629027603928806053?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4629027603928806053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=4629027603928806053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/4629027603928806053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/4629027603928806053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/06/csas-results-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-6138778054069934951</id><published>2008-06-23T15:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T15:45:35.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging for a long time. But I still have nothing to blog about!! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;One important news. School reopened!! And as expected, I got back all my results. They were alright. OC and PUO were above expectations. PLM was a little disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. Yasmeen beat me in 2 subjects. She reminds me of Mandy. Cause I always lost to Mandy during Sem 1.1 and 1.2 as well. Tsk tsk. Getting FPAth results later. And I think she will beat me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-6138778054069934951?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6138778054069934951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=6138778054069934951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6138778054069934951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6138778054069934951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-havent-been-blogging-for-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-1968320091539418437</id><published>2008-06-20T10:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:42:42.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subject selection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wth&lt;/span&gt;. Subject &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;selection&lt;/span&gt; today sucked totally. The damn page couldn't even load la! It started at 10. And it's already 10 41 and I still can't get in. Pathetic. If I get into business course. I think I will just die. Oh ya. This is my 301st post. woo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-1968320091539418437?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1968320091539418437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=1968320091539418437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/1968320091539418437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/1968320091539418437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/06/subject-selection.html' title='Subject selection'/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-5803385379807625329</id><published>2008-06-18T12:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:09:09.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;School is going to reopen soon. Boo hoo hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;First day of school:&lt;br /&gt;PLM followed by OC2 followed by PUO followed by FPath!!&lt;br /&gt;This means that we're most probably going to get back 4 out of the 5 exam scripts. It's going to be an emo day for me. :(&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's nothing to blog about. There's OC project meeting tomorrow. And I am so not looking forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-5803385379807625329?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5803385379807625329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=5803385379807625329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/5803385379807625329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/5803385379807625329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/06/school-is-going-to-reopen-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-6293365046705647814</id><published>2008-06-17T13:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T14:00:31.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love doing these! :) :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Tagged by bear bear :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Rules &amp;amp; Regulations of this quiz is ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a) people who have been tagged must write their answers on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their blogs&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; replace any questions that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;b) tag 6 people to do this quiz &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; who are tagged cannot refuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;These people must state who they were tagged by &amp;amp; cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Continue this game by sending it to other people&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Q : If your lover betrayed you, what would be your reaction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A: What does having a lover feels like? Give me a lover first!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Q : If you had 3 wishes, what will that be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A: I wish to be a pretty girl with truck loads of confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I wish to stay in contact with all my friends for as long as I live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I wish to have three more wishes. This way, I can wish that I have a bright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bright future, l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; in a huge huge house, have a tall tall handsome handsome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;husband with blue blue eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and live together till death do us part. :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Q : Did you ever think to yourself and wonder if you're really real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A: I always think that I might be in a dream and when I wake up from it, I may be in a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;completely different place, in a completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; situation. But I feel that I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;99% real to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the people I'm familiar with. Cause I treat them like how I want them to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;treat me. As a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Q : Are you afraid of what lies ahead of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A: Yes!!! Cause I am such an indecisive person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Q : Would you change yourself for the person you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A: Maybe. If it's appearance wise, he would have to change me himself. But if it's in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;terms of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;character, I will try. If it's not too difficult. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Q : Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A: Of course being loved by someone!! Anyone out there want to love me? I will love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;back! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Q : How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A: I haven't found that someone I really love YET. Maybe he's in some other parts of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and haven't fly to Singapore. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Muahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. So I will wait for as long as my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;age permits me to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe. But if some other Singaporean guy comes along, then I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;will say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;byebye&lt;/span&gt; to my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;angmoh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Q : If the person you secretly liked is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A: Happened before. Just continue liking him cause he wouldn't know that I like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Q : Is there anything that made you unhappy these days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A: My mum. But we're alright now. And my friend. But my friend wouldn't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cause I'll never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;let that friend know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Q : Do you get butterflies in your stomach whenever you're around the guy/girl you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A: Not butterflies. Just a shock. Ad my heart will beat like freaking fast. And I will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;damn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;worried that I will blush. And my body will feel very warm. Ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Q : Have you ever not been able to get someone out of your head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A: Nope. Not yet. Maybe in the future. When I've had my first boyfriend. :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Q : Who are currently most important people to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A: My family. And my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Q : Have you ever wanted someone but you knew you couldn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A: Like duh. Not that I've liked many people. But whenever I do, the first word that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;comes to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my mind is "IMPOSSIBLE". So I try to forget about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Q : What's the ideal perfect relationship to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A: I wish that my husband and I will continue holding hands even when we're like 80 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;years old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of course there will be the occasional tiffs and quarrels. But what's most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;important is that he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;doesn't go and like someone else and I will be the only woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he loves from the day we get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;married. Besides his mum and his sis and his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;daughter. Which is also my daughter. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Q : Are you happy with your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A: Rather. Besides the times when I get jealous, or get upset, or feel left out, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;forgotten, or get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;separated with my friends and have to make new friends... I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Q : Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;. Ask me again when I'm really in a relationship! :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Q : If you fall in love with 2 persons simultaneously, who would you pick?the lousiest one?OR the better one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A: I will choose the one that loves me more than I love him. Who will give me the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ideal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;relationship that I hope for. As mentioned above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Q : What type of friends do you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A: Friends who trust me. Friends that don't forget me and remember me as and when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it. Friends that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; never betray me. Friends that will say they love me and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really mean it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friends that will accept me for who I am and change me into a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;better person. Friends who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ask for nothing in return. And the list just goes on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Q : Do you often wish there was something you could change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A: Yes. Relationships. Between my parents. Between my parents and I. Between my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;friends and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I. I hope they change for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Q : What do you notice when you first meet a girl/guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A: When I meet a girl, I look at her face, then her boobs. When I meet a guy, I will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;look at his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;face. But usually, I wouldn't dare to look at his face. Cause I'm *shy*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;End of survey. My answers are super sincere &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;!! And I love doing these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;questionnaires&lt;/span&gt;. Give me more! It's fun! :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I think people will get to know me better through these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;questionnaires&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And outing with Mandy and gang is cancelled. Due to project. Looks like I'm just not fated to spend time with my friends during the holidays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-6293365046705647814?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6293365046705647814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=6293365046705647814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6293365046705647814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6293365046705647814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-doing-these.html' title='I love doing these! :) :)'/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-6034430884016435791</id><published>2008-06-16T10:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T10:50:48.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok. I didn't get any caning. Just a whole truckload full of scolding and crying which made my eyes swollen yesterday when I woke up. And guess what. I got triple eyelid on my left eye. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;I went out with my mum and sis to TM again. But I didn't talk to her all the way until after dinner. The first time we talked, she asked me which was the Guess bag that I wanted. So I showed her and she got the sales assistant to take it down. Then she asked if I liked it. Lol. Of course I like la! But then I felt that it was rather big. Looks bigger than my current esprit. But I bought it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha. Yay! But there was something I'm not happy about. They put my bag into some cheapo looking Isetan plastic bag. Wa lao! Tsk. Like that then nobody know there's a nice and not cheap bag inside. Lol. And my sis kept saying that it looks like a huge toy. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, communication between my mum and I aren't exactly smooth yet. I felt a little guilty when she bought the bag for me. I offered to pay half. But she didn't say anything. So I never pay. Can save my money :) :)&lt;br /&gt;Went home and compared the bag size. They were the same. Phew. Cause I keep having a feeling that the bags I buy are getting bigger and bigger. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New bag. Muahahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-6034430884016435791?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6034430884016435791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=6034430884016435791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6034430884016435791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6034430884016435791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-1922035800349146545</id><published>2008-06-14T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T20:54:40.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is an angry post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You crazy ass. Shit you la. You are the one who started the cold war. But I must be the one to open my fucking mouth and apologise. Like what the fuck la! Super unfair can!&lt;br /&gt;Plus you didn't scold me for a damn good reason. You scolded me because of a retarded reason. And I don't have any freaking idea what caused you to suddenly scold the shit out of me. If it was the dumb question that I asked, you must be the most childish person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the question I asked: "Mummy, can I go out with my friend this Friday?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Such a common question some people don't even have to ask. Was this the damn thing that triggered the crazy scolding and banging of doors from you?!? I was completely taken aback when you just started shouting. And what's with the staring? You think your bloody stare can tell me what to do? You think it's some sort of projector that projects what you want me to do into my damn brain? If you want me to do it, just open your damn mouth and say it, asshole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Fine. I tried ignoring that burning stare and concentrated on further injuring my bloody finger. But you didn't even move an inch. What's more. You grabbed a chair, sat down and continued staring at me. I couldn't stand it anymore. So I just went: "What?!? I also never say anything!" And all she did was to continue giving me the fucking irritating stare. So I just gave up, went downstairs, and did the thing she wanted me to do. Wash the socks Like super what the fuck la. If I never say it, other people might think that I have done something extremely wrong. But all these bloody commotion is just 3 fucking pairs of socks. You read it right. 3 bloody pairs of socks. Which can wait till tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I continue my ranting, there is one thing that I DID NOT DO AT ALL. And that is to stare at her and give her my attitude face. And she went complaining that I gave her a onw kind face. Whatever la. Look who's talking man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I'm in the toilet washing the socks, I cried. But luckily she didn't see the damn tears. You might think that it's better that she sees it. Then she wil feel guilty. WRONG WRONG WRONG. Not only will she NOT say that, I think I might have gotten a sucking slap on my face, and get shouted at even more. That's how stubborn and unreasonable that asshole is. I shall not call her a son of a bitch. Because I love my grandmother. She is the best in the world. But I took her for granted. And I totally regretted it. But in this world, there's no time for regrets. So the regret shall stay in my heart for as long as I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. After she's finished with scolding me, she found another random topic and shouted like a mad woman. I swear. And she bang the fucking door so hard, I bet the neighbours got awaken by it. Ok. Fine. My sister kena her scolding as well. But this is not why I am so fucking pissed. It's because she bloody forgave my sister immediately the next day. And she refuses to even glance in my direction. You may think that that's because I got two scoldings. But the fucking problem here is, I SMSed her immediately after the bloody unreasonable scoldings. And my sister did nothing but to continue playing the com. Ya. She didn't even say she's sorry. Like super unfair la! Biased to the max man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I continued trying to make her forgive me by smsing her about my whereabouts. Cause the next day, I was out with the clique. But she didnt even reply to my messages. Which made me regret terribly. Not because I made her angry. Which I didn't. But because I smsed her. She didn't even give a fuck about it. So why should I care? I bet she wouldn't even bat an eyelid even if I wasn't home by 12. That's how bloody stubborn she can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now. To force me to say sorry, she's threatening to cane me. I am super pissed right now. She was the one who scolded me. She was the one who stared at me and gave me a one kind attitude face. She was the one who refused to reply my smses. She was the one who started this cold war. And now I have to be the one to apologise to her or get a caning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck her la. When I said that she treats my sister much better than me, you can tell me that I shouldn't say that. Because I am always the one having the latest phone.  I am always the one that buys the things that I want. That she tries to get everything that I want. But I am not referring to monetary business. I am talking about our relationship. So what if she didn't buy as many things for my sister? So what if my sister didn't get a phone as expensive as mine? So what if my jeans are all more expensive than my sister's? What I want is to feel your fucking love. And where have you spent them on? My sister. How wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever both of us greet you good night, you will reply to my sister in the sweetest tone. And all I hear from you is just a grunt. That's all. And no. We didn't greet her separately. We greeted her TOGETHER! And she can reply to the both of us in a tone that's worlds apart. How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you complain that we always never greet you whenever you come home, and you're scolding us for it, why can you forgive her in the blink of an eye but not me? Why do I always have to be the one chosen to be given the cold shoulder? Why am I the one who got all the canings since young while she suffered none? How can you slap me continuosly without blinking yours eyes and poke me in the chest till my skin broke and not even bear to touch a single strand of her hair? Why is she always the angle and I, the devil? How are these difference in treatments fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that I shouldn't say that she is biased. But after all these examples that I've given you and you still say that she in not biased, I will be left speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. I admit that I am the one that spends money while my sister is the one that doesn't spend unnecessarily.&lt;br /&gt;I am the one that have never gotten full marks or a first in class like she does. For the record, she scored straight As in her mid year exam. A feat I can never achieve.&lt;br /&gt;I am the one that sits on the sofa and hogs the remote control while she does the laundry and cleans the floor. She even helps me to wash my dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. All she wants is respect. For us to greet her whenever she reaches home. But there is something she doesn't notice. Our relationship is changing. For the worse. We get irritated at the slightest things she asks. She tries to be involved in the TV dramas that we watch. But all she does is to ask us questions and make retarded comments and assumptions. And yes. We behave like friends more than mother and daughter. But the things we chat about are all the trivial stuff. She doesn't talk to us about anything personal. She doesn't invade our personal space and we don't talk about hers either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I think my friends know more about me than she does. That's how pathetic our relationship is. Yes, we used to be closer. Much closer. But that's because my grandmother was still around. She can help us solve problems. She was the one that made the family band closer. She was the reason why we had frequent outings and dinners together as a family. She was the reason the prevented her from becoming astray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There used to be so much laughter with my grandmother around. So much warmth. For one thing, we used to have fantastic lunch and dinner. But now, all we have is maggie me for lunch. And stir fried vegetables with microwaved rice for dinner. Even though there were much more restrictions with my grandmother around, I didn't mind at all. Because we were showered with love. Love that was unspoken. Love that was shown through her actions. And I never appreciated them. But without her, everything is not the same again. And it never will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants respect from us. But how can we show her respect wen she doesn't even respect herself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants respect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'd have to earn it from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-1922035800349146545?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1922035800349146545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=1922035800349146545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/1922035800349146545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/1922035800349146545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-angry-post.html' title='This is an angry post.'/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-6991294550629993557</id><published>2008-06-12T10:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T10:31:04.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Clique outing : SENTOSA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm. Many people couldn't make it yesterday. But the seven of us still had fun.&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast at Mac. And guess what. I wasn't the last to finish! Woo hoo! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;Went to buy our tickets and we're off to Sentosa. We went to Palawan beach. But I would have much preferred Siloso beach. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;So we settled down in front of this huge hole that some one dug before us. And the guys set to work digging it even deeper. The purpose was to bury bear bear. Again.&lt;br /&gt;It all feels like de javu la! Everytime we go to Sentosa, the guys will dig, the girls will watch&lt;br /&gt;, and bear bear will get buried. I think it's becoming a tradition. There's a difference though. The last time bear bear got buried, he was lying on the ground. This time round, he sat in the hole. And they buried him. Yep. The hole was deep.&lt;br /&gt;So after burying him and snapping some shots for keepsake, they dug him out again. -_-" So lame.&lt;br /&gt;Then we played sometime much more entertaining. Dog and bone. Guys versus girls. And the girls won!! Woo hoo! It's by luck actually. Cause Alex got tricked. Muahahaha! I bet he felt like killing himself on the spot. The damn game caused to pant like a dog. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;After a quick rest, e played another RUNNING game. Oh my god. The forfeit was to throw the person into the water. But for bear, he will roll himself into the water. Because nobody can carry him. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Yup. And you guess it. I lost. Lol. Plus, they gave me a head start. And I still lost. That shows how pathetic my running skills ar. During the last round, I was so determined not to lose. But, my legs gave way. The practically sagged under my weight. And I saw six figures zooming ahead of me. Boo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to do the forfeit. But I didn't do the forfeit. Cause no one asked me to do it. Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;So we rested for a while and went to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;The shower was like so freaking pathetic la! For a while, I really thought that the shower head in my cubicle was missing. The water was like a little more than a trickle. Lol. But we still managed to finish bathing. :)&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. And Dolyce found a tiny chick in the toilet! It's super duper cute la!!&lt;br /&gt;But they returned it to the staff in Sentosa cause we couldn't find the nest to return the chick.&lt;br /&gt;Lunched at Carl's Junior followed by shopping spree.&lt;br /&gt;It bored the guys so much, they actually formed a group. ASC. Anti-Shopping Club. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. Something hilarious happened. I was in forever 21 playing around with the hair bands. And I randomly took this leopardy G-string off the hook thinking that it was a hair band. Seriously! I wasn't joking around. I was speaking halfway when I suddenly realised that it was a G-string. Super funny la!! And we had fun trying on heels.&lt;br /&gt;Bused home. Because i didn't want to walk such a looong distance home. And the bus ride nearly killed me. We boarded the bus at 7 plus and I only reached my bus stop at 9 plus. WTH. And i freaking knocked my head when I was going down the stairs cause the bus suddenly jerked. And I knocked my body when I was about to reach the ground floor cause the bus jerked again. Plus, I was in such a hurry to alight, I cut this aunty's path but the damn ez-link got stucked and couldn't come out. When I finally alighted, my specs became clouded with water vapour in front of a whole group of people. Super pai say can!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finally reached home. Home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;And I was greeted this morning with two aching legs and an aching back. Fannnntastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-6991294550629993557?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6991294550629993557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=6991294550629993557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6991294550629993557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6991294550629993557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/06/sentosa.html' title='Sentosa'/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-5452957054919620711</id><published>2008-06-06T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:12:50.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Term test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally. The dreaded term tests are finally OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really hope I wouldn't fail any. But I wouldn't be surprised if I did. Especially for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PUO&lt;/span&gt;. It was a killer man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, we spent an extremely long time after that trying to decide whether or not to join in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NDP&lt;/span&gt; activity. But we didn't in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Headed to TM for lunch. To celebrate end of term test. Ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pizza Hut didn't get to do our business cause their service was way too slow. We chose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Swensens&lt;/span&gt; instead. Oh ya. Someone got checked out during lunch. Lucky girl la you. Ha ha. And the bill totalled to $200+! Actually it was alright la. Cause there was 12 of us. Anyway, the atmosphere was slightly awkward. But it's just between three people. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then we walked around and Yasmeen and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jessic&lt;/span&gt; went to buy a birthday cake for Joshua to give him a surprise cause it's his birthday today! But he claims that he is 16 only. I think he's just young at heart. ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The walk home with Janice was rather enjoyable. Cause we were laughing all the way. Nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I learned many new things on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some was pleasant. Like the many similarities the two of us share.Some was shocking. And rather unconvincing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;FPath&lt;/span&gt; results sucked. Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am feeling happy now. I am feeling stressed now. I am feeling helpless. But I don't know what is bothering me. Maybe it's because of the lack of communication for such a long time? Maybe it's the lousy grades I've been getting this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S. : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Aynn&lt;/span&gt;, the hamster video is super cute la!! I kept laughing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! :D :&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-5452957054919620711?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5452957054919620711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=5452957054919620711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/5452957054919620711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/5452957054919620711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/06/term-test.html' title='Term test'/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-4336838324973580523</id><published>2008-05-31T16:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T16:54:18.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ISPE Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Met Carissa and Joanne and we were super early. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;And we&lt;/span&gt; headed to Novena for breakfast. Brought back the disgusting memories of IRAS. The job of course. Not the people. Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anyway, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;quan&lt;/span&gt; finally came and i think 80% of the people were from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We entered this super high class place after signing in at the security post. The talk was very fast and it was completely different from what I expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Firstly, the environment there just sent everyone wow-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;. Plus the shock of the day was the door gift. Guess what they gave us? A freaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thumbdrive&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Woah&lt;/span&gt;. Shocked. I expected it to be some nonsense stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And the talk was very fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206456395213085714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SEEMgac8nBI/AAAAAAAAASk/i8HxMYQkwrg/s320/31052008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;The place where the talk was held.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The buffet was alright. But I wasn't full cause I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn'&lt;/span&gt;t dare go for the second round. Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And and and. The toilet is super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;shiok&lt;/span&gt; la!!! Firstly, the toilet door was like semi transparent. So you can see whatever action the person is going inside. And there's a sauna. And there's a steam room. And there's a jacuzzi! If only brought our swimming costumes. Boo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All the rich ass people live there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then we left at around 12 30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Had lunch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;shokudo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Muahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then we headed home. :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Guess who I saw just now. DARRYL CHIANG! And he shaved his hair. Not all. But maybe 60% gone. Ha ha. And he is super talllllll. Oh ya. And I saw ridzwan as well. So cute and chubby. :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-4336838324973580523?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4336838324973580523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=4336838324973580523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/4336838324973580523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/4336838324973580523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/05/ispe-talk.html' title='ISPE Talk'/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SEEMgac8nBI/AAAAAAAAASk/i8HxMYQkwrg/s72-c/31052008(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-2408570872270765150</id><published>2008-05-30T09:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T10:08:19.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. The most important thing this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tiny pimples are popping out from my face! They are having a party on my face without any invitation! Boo! I also had a couple of fat pimples. Shoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. Now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ISPE&lt;/span&gt; talk this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; at Orchard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Scotts&lt;/span&gt; Residence. Feels damn high class. Cause it's this building which rents out apartments. But the rent is super duper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;uper&lt;/span&gt; 'cheap' la!! Starts from $11k per month. Wow. Let's rent that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Plus there is a door gift. The mainly highlight for the day! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. And also seal points and buffet after the talk! Free lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did I say my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;CSAS&lt;/span&gt; presentation sucked? Never mind. I shall say it again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;CSAS&lt;/span&gt; sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I didn't do as well as I thought I would have for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;PLM&lt;/span&gt;. it stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I failed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt;2 quiz. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But but but. Low bee lee was like super nice during yesterday's lecture. Her teaching pace slowed down. The tone of her voice was softer. And her patience was like super good! And.. She didn't blow up at all! If only she is like that every single lesson, I will pay attention to her teaching instead of commenting about how her teaching sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh ya. And I think there was something wrong with me yesterday. Cause I almost cried during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt;2 lecture. And nope. It's not because I don't understand. Even though I really don't understand some certain parts. My eyes filled with tears because I was touched that low bee lee's attitude improved so much. Seriously. Crazy right. I know. Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One last thing. I went to see the video click which show's xiaxue piercing her tongue. And I also felt like piercing my tongue! And guess what. I DREAMT that I pierced my tongue. Wahahahaha. My heart is a little itchy. But I know a tongue piercing doesn't suit me at all. Like imagine a nred with a tongue stud. So wrong please! It's as good as me wearing contact lenses. Which is IMPOSSIBLE. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; is the last day of exams. I so gonna go out immediately after that! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good luck for the exams, everyone! :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-2408570872270765150?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2408570872270765150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=2408570872270765150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/2408570872270765150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/2408570872270765150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/05/party.html' title='Party!!'/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-3499087689616796302</id><published>2008-05-28T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:37:58.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CSAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CSAS&lt;/span&gt; presentation is finally over!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;spent&lt;/span&gt; 7 freaking hours rushing through the damn thing and only completed it this afternoon at 12 when my presentation was at 1 30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And yup. I didn't have my breakfast. But I thought I would be able to grab a bite after the presentation. But the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;viji&lt;/span&gt; came in only at 1 30. Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt; la!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And guess what, I waited for 1 and a half hour before my turn came playing with Peter the Goat's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt;. Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nicholas's&lt;/span&gt; laptop didn't support &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;powerpoint&lt;/span&gt; 2007. But when I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;asked&lt;/span&gt; him, he said yes, it supported vista. But luckily there was this extra laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;But this extra laptop was ugly. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nic&lt;/span&gt; opened it and commented that it was nice. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. It is ugly I tell you. Look like some model from 5 years ago. Ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anyway, I read from the script all the way. And I couldn't answer the two questions asked at the end of it. Gay shit la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And I still didn't eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Went to the com lab to upload the wiki stuff before rushing for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt; lab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;And this classmate of mine told us that Low Bee Lee was taking us for lab today. Made us worried cause she is someone known for her scoldings. But it isn't she. Phew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Post lab today is like shit la. Don't know how to do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ITAS&lt;/span&gt; to ta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bao&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;thai&lt;/span&gt; fried rice. But the stall was closed! So I ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;soto&lt;/span&gt; instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;End of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;.  Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tomorrow feels like a holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-3499087689616796302?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3499087689616796302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=3499087689616796302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/3499087689616796302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/3499087689616796302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/05/csas_28.html' title='CSAS'/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-6078477137589910288</id><published>2008-05-27T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:48:23.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I realised so many people do online shopping! Oh my gosh. Am I a girl or what? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, the items on the online shops look nice. But but but, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;felicia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ong&lt;/span&gt; is not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;risk&lt;/span&gt; taker. H aha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I finally have one good news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JAP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PRESENTATION&lt;/span&gt; IS O-V-E-R!!! :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The next thing to conquer is the damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CSAS&lt;/span&gt;3. Thank god there's no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;PLM&lt;/span&gt; tutorial &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Which&lt;/span&gt; means I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; time to do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ppt&lt;/span&gt; slides and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;template&lt;/span&gt; and my script. Yup. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; even completed 10% of what's required. And the damn presentation is tomorrow! What the freak? Ha ha. Lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I should say, the damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;felicia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; even started on the presentation even though she was notified like a million years ago. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt;. Felicia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;felicia&lt;/span&gt;. Hopeless already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next term I better buck up. Cause this terms' results' aren't very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;optimistic&lt;/span&gt;. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw meijun today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mandy, I give you your EIGHTEENTH birthday's preset after the term tests k! Cause I haven't bought it yet.. He he :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-6078477137589910288?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6078477137589910288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=6078477137589910288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6078477137589910288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6078477137589910288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/05/online-shopping.html' title='Online shopping'/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-2937168028868866002</id><published>2008-05-26T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:04:17.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SDq1G6c8nAI/AAAAAAAAASc/qpeCU0jvZUo/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204671449754541058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SDq1G6c8nAI/AAAAAAAAASc/qpeCU0jvZUo/s320/Untitled.jpg" width="392" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look at that drawing. It's drawn by jun hong. Lol! Damn cartoon la! -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-2937168028868866002?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2937168028868866002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=2937168028868866002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/2937168028868866002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/2937168028868866002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/05/look-at-that-drawing.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3z3ZgXnw6X8/SDq1G6c8nAI/AAAAAAAAASc/qpeCU0jvZUo/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-2373874630460110586</id><published>2008-05-26T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:14:54.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I found a new but not new, old but not old friend that have a lot of similarities with me! If only we met earlier. Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I just want to say that this week is going to be a stressful week for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PUO&lt;/span&gt; result sucked bit time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FPath&lt;/span&gt; result was average.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt;2 result is gonna be devastatingly disappointing. Cause Low bee lee was cranky the whole day, scolding us for the results. She claimed that she was screaming at the test paper while marking it. Ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PLM&lt;/span&gt; result might be acceptable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I missed a one day job opportunity! All because of a talk. But then, I am going to get door gift, seal points and free refreshments. Plus, i will be able to enter this super high end looking place that I may never get to go into if i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; go for this talk. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Muahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Term break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;date me for lunch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;date me for shopping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;date me for cycling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;date me to go chill together at T3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-2373874630460110586?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2373874630460110586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=2373874630460110586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/2373874630460110586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/2373874630460110586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-found-new-but-not-new-old-but-not-old.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-3166986117852514617</id><published>2008-05-24T10:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T10:44:22.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday, I WAS LATE. Sorry people! Being late is not a good feeling. So I shall not be late in future!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, yesterday was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my first time taking bus 34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my first time taking a bus to the airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my first time bringing my laptop out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my first time going to T3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So many first times. It is a day to remember. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. And I can proudly say that I know how to go to the airport on bus already! Confirm won't get lost. Cause the bus stop at the airport is so so different from the normal bus stops you see on the road! Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First thing we did was to have breakfast at mac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FPath&lt;/span&gt; meeting wasn't a complete flop. At least we managed to complete assignment 2.1. Ha ha. And when we proceeded to 2.5, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; mind began wandering. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. And the others ended up discussing about horror movies and REAL LIFE ghostly incidences. I am remained quiet and just listened to them talk, hoping it would end faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, we decided we were not going to make any progress just sitting and talking. So we went to T2. To find some place to have lunch and to continue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And then this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;korean&lt;/span&gt; ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pek&lt;/span&gt; came and ask me to take his photo for him. I got a tiny shock. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. And there was obviously the language barrier. Anyway, we didn't find any seats at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;starbucks&lt;/span&gt;. So we went to T1. And we finally settled down at the food court and had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Popeye's&lt;/span&gt; for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But we didn't continue with the discussion. We headed home. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My friends are falling sick. Get well soon! :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-3166986117852514617?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3166986117852514617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=3166986117852514617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/3166986117852514617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/3166986117852514617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/05/t3.html' title='T3'/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-3164087056424365716</id><published>2008-05-22T18:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:39:01.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jealousy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;there was no intention to let felicia know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;felicia was jealous when she found out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;felicia is still jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;jealousy is not good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;felicia is a bad bad girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;am i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;felicia should have gotten used to it by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bu felicia is still struggling to try to adjust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;felicia will try to get used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;felicia will be used to it. eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;i guess. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-3164087056424365716?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3164087056424365716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=3164087056424365716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/3164087056424365716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/3164087056424365716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/05/jealousy.html' title='jealousy'/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-5263481040036725435</id><published>2008-05-22T13:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:20:46.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;First thing in the morning yesterday and I took the wrong bus to school. Like super dumb right! I happily saw the number five and ASSUMED that it was 15. But I got a shock when the bus took a left turn into a grassy area. So I quickly alighted and went to check what other buses went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TP&lt;/span&gt;. But luckily for me, there was 69. I was considering to jay walk but decided not to cause I realised that it was very scary. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;To add on, when I was walking towards the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pedestrian&lt;/span&gt; crossing, it turned green and bus 69 came. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lao&lt;/span&gt;! So I ran and hurriedly cross the road and boarded the bus successfully. Ha ha! :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And another thing happened!I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;retardedly&lt;/span&gt; left my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt; underneath the damn desk after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;plm&lt;/span&gt; tutorial! Luckily I realised it and there wasn't any classes going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;on in&lt;/span&gt; that classroom. Phew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Plus, I got pissed with Nicholas during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;PUO&lt;/span&gt; lab yesterday. But all is fine now! :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;APEL&lt;/span&gt; at 8. Damn tired please. And Mandy gave me the surprise gift! Ha ha. I really have no idea how to wear it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt; Mandy.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! Best friends forever, love! THANK YOU! :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Plm&lt;/span&gt; tutorial quiz after that. And I can happily say that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;chances&lt;/span&gt; of passing is really high. Maybe 80%. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt; 2 after that. And guess what. The bloody quiz just killed me la! Never even give me a chance to escape from it's claws! It practically used arrows and guns and cannons and poison an killed me instantly on the spot. Boo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;. I think there's a 95% of FAILING. I hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt; to the max now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And THANK YOU, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;chen&lt;/span&gt; yuan for the Microsoft office. It works! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! Wiki project meeting was a complete flop. Cause we didn't get anything done and I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;playing&lt;/span&gt; games. Ha ha. Sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;. But we're meeting tomorrow at 9.30am to do the project at T3. So happy! I never go before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I LOVE SINGAPORE'S &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;WORLD CLASS&lt;/span&gt; AIRPORT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I LOVE SINGAPORE EVEN MORE! :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-5263481040036725435?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5263481040036725435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=5263481040036725435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/5263481040036725435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/5263481040036725435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-thing-in-morning-and-i-took-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-4439957716754290943</id><published>2008-05-18T19:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T19:09:05.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;. ACTUALLY, i planned to study during the four days of holidays. But I didn't do anything at all besides using the com and watching TV. I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;slacker&lt;/span&gt;. Pathetic. I shall and I will study PUO on Monday. Promise! Like duh. Cause the damn quiz is on tuesday. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyway, if any of you see me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;emoing&lt;/span&gt; one corner after getting back my quiz result or after the quiz ended, ignore me. Cause it's all my fault. Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jap&lt;/span&gt; presentation one is in 2 weeks time and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; started yet. Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CSAS&lt;/span&gt; 3 presentation is in 2 weeks and I have yet to prepare me script and find evidences yet. Double boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Three tests next week and I haven't started studying. Triple boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;3 more weeks to term break. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Yipee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Japanese bazaar with Mandy. Double &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;yipee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have something scheduled for term break with my deary friends. Triple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yipee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Everyone agrees that 101 and another guy is weird. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Muahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. I am surprised we share the same opinions. Ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gossiping is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; fun but evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Random post. Plus there is something wrong with the spacing. Cause whenever I press enter, the cursor jumps two spaces down. -______-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-4439957716754290943?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4439957716754290943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=4439957716754290943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/4439957716754290943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/4439957716754290943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/05/omg-omg-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-1235336946772302098</id><published>2008-05-17T17:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T17:16:36.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wiki</title><content type='html'>Oh no. Way too little contribution for the wiki. I will contribute more next time.&lt;br /&gt;I am unqualified and sad.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-1235336946772302098?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1235336946772302098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=1235336946772302098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/1235336946772302098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/1235336946772302098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/05/wiki.html' title='wiki'/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-4151215000748741256</id><published>2008-05-17T09:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T09:39:29.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Check up again at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CGH&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Blood test!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PAINNNNNNNNNN&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ECG! Pain also! But it's not the pain kind of pain. Let me explain. They stick some kind of sticker thingy all over your body and then button wires onto the stickers. So after everything is over, they have to remove everything. And then there's stickers on my leg. And there's hairs on my legs. And you guessed it! It felt like waxing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday's checkup was damn ex. Blood test &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;costs&lt;/span&gt; $84. I was shocked. I figured that it would be very cheap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, everything turned out fine. I am a healthy girl! And I am surprised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mandy wants to give me a surprise! Mandy, I tell you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;, after you told me on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt;, I dreamt about it at night. I dreamt that you gave me a present. -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-4151215000748741256?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4151215000748741256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=4151215000748741256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/4151215000748741256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/4151215000748741256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/05/check-up-again-at-cgh.html' title=''/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-7754940517060351221</id><published>2008-05-14T07:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T07:31:21.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CSAS 3. Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For the record, I slept at 12 and woke up at 4.50 today. Just because I wasted my precious precious time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; on games. So this is my punishment for myself. Gay shit. And the worst part is, I realised that I could have slept for an hour more! Dumbo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I was dozing off all the way while reading the damn article. So I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; gave in and slept for half an hour. Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So now, I am trying to complete my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CSAS&lt;/span&gt; presentation. Luckily I did my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt;2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-lab and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;plm&lt;/span&gt; assignment before hand. Ha ha. So, when I reach home later, I just have to study for the retarded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;FPath&lt;/span&gt;. Shitty stuff. Leaving for school in 2 hours time. Wish me luck all you sleepyheads out there! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-7754940517060351221?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7754940517060351221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=7754940517060351221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/7754940517060351221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/7754940517060351221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/05/csas-3-again.html' title='CSAS 3. Again.'/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-493991141218239276</id><published>2008-05-13T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T21:51:34.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shiok&lt;/span&gt; and not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shiok&lt;/span&gt; day. Let me start with the not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shiok&lt;/span&gt; part. And that is, I don't understand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PUO&lt;/span&gt; Topic 2 on heat. Boo. And I have yet to start on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CSAS&lt;/span&gt;3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;powepoint&lt;/span&gt; slides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;shiok&lt;/span&gt; part is, I get to go home at 12 today! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Woots&lt;/span&gt;!! But I skipped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jap&lt;/span&gt; lecture. So now I'm hoping with all my heart that there is o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;attendance&lt;/span&gt; taking today :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; with Yasmeen and Carissa just now. To me, the chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;loks&lt;/span&gt; delicious. To Yasmeen, it is nothing but fats and cholesterol and what not. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt;. Can't even enjoy my meal in peace. Ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went home after that. And I was SUPPOSED to do my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;csas&lt;/span&gt; immediately. But I ended up surfing blog, playing solitaire and chatting online with Miss Sarcastic. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I get addicted to Solitaire very easily. Which explains why I have yet to start even though it is already close to 10pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was in front of the com since 2pm and I haven't done anything related to school work. Oh my goodness gracious. So hopeless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I bet I have to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;CSAS&lt;/span&gt; till late tonight. Luckily the damned assignment is not tomorrow. Or else I think I will just fail &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;CSAS&lt;/span&gt;3 this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh ya. I finally saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;mei&lt;/span&gt; jun yesterday. All thanks to Nicholas! Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To end this post, I shall tell you about my lame dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you know me, you should know that I fall down very often. And in this dream, I dreamt that I had a fall. And the falling pattern is exactly the same as in real life! But in this dream, after I fell, I landed on my butt and sat on the floor. Then this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; short man that looks like a dwarf came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;running&lt;/span&gt; over to me. And he was holding a measuring tape in his hand. Then when he was beside me, he started measuring my body! So I asked him why he was measuring my body and guess what he said. He said :"Because after every fall, your body will shorten by 8 inches. Don't you know that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stupid lame right! But I thought it was rather funny. And if this dream was true, I think I will be like 1.3m in height now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Miss Sarcastic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;pageant&lt;/span&gt; first runner-up! :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-493991141218239276?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/493991141218239276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=493991141218239276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/493991141218239276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/493991141218239276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/05/dream.html' title='dream'/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-6479105812636026312</id><published>2008-05-11T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:38:45.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Action city</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh ya. I forgot the highlight for yesterday's raffles city shopping experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mum was looking around for some cute stuff. I don't know why. But she is like buying stuffed toys and cute stuff after the study room was done. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know if it is a good thing. Anyway, that's not the point. The thing is, we were inside action city and I saw the plastic container which says "funny candy". So my itchy brain went to tell my itchy hand to pick up the small container and my itchy fingers went to open it. And as you see, you have to press two buttons at the side to open it. And guess what!?!?!?! The freaking thing electrocuted me!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IT WAS A FREAKING PRANK TOY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt;. Come to think of it. It was rather embarrassing. Even though I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn'&lt;/span&gt;t know if anyone saw it, but my reaction wasn't exactly small. And the feeling sucked la! I felt the whole thing shoot through my entire forearm. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Eww&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bleah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yup. So that was my rather unpleasant encounter. And I actually made a mental note while I was walking out of that shop to never ever try out a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;prank&lt;/span&gt; toy again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See. I so innocent. :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-6479105812636026312?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6479105812636026312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=6479105812636026312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6479105812636026312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/6479105812636026312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/05/action-city.html' title='Action city'/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-7647416516897634647</id><published>2008-05-11T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:26:26.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shokodu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Went Raffles city yesterday. Felicia the hermit crab finally went out to see the sun yesterday! Big news big news! Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But I went for my appointment before that. It was a heart scan. And it is done by ultrasound. Guess what. I have to remove my top and my 'inside top' aka the legendary bra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Not as embarrassing as I imagined it to be. And thank goodness, it was ticklish! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;. Cause the first one I did was like overwhelmingly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unbearable&lt;/span&gt; can! Plus I didn't dare to laugh. So I bet my face was like fit to explode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So ya. First stop was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Shokodu&lt;/span&gt;! The Japanese bazaar! The food there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SHIOK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;! It's like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; version of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Marche&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Vilage&lt;/span&gt;. Yummy! Mandy, we go there some time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;! Then order food and share share! : D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then it was followed by endless shopping. Knowing my mum. I think Mandy and my mum should be best friends. Then they can go shop shop together for as long as they like. Ha ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My sister and I were like close to dying. And it made our mind go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ku&lt;/span&gt;. So we started to speak in codes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;LAB = Legs are breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;EAT = eyes are tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;LAR&lt;/span&gt; = legs are recovering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lame lame lame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I didn't buy anything but I saw two things that caught my eye and I like it! But they're too expensive. One was a bag from Guess which costs $250 and the other was a bag from Kate Spade which was like a whooping $900!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;. Next time maybe. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;moh&lt;/span&gt; husband will buy it for me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL THE MOTHERS IN THE WORLD!!! :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-7647416516897634647?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7647416516897634647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=7647416516897634647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/7647416516897634647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/7647416516897634647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/05/shokodu.html' title='Shokodu'/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7340010297333981837.post-620655206614211171</id><published>2008-05-08T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:15:35.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossisps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am an emotional creature. I shall not elaborate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i broke my file today. Again. Depressed for 3 minutes. Until Yasmeen saw the lost part of the file stuck onto my jeans. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;. I'm happy again. But I was sad again. But after some calls and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;smses&lt;/span&gt; from my sweet little friends, I'm happy again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to TM. And I saw this girl that had no shame. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt;. Looks like some cheapo bitch that have just returned from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gaylang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I felt embarrassed for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hopeless gossipers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Terribly sinful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Take care ^^&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7340010297333981837-620655206614211171?l=melancholicshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/feeds/620655206614211171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7340010297333981837&amp;postID=620655206614211171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/620655206614211171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7340010297333981837/posts/default/620655206614211171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicshit.blogspot.com/2008/05/gossisps.html' title='Gossisps'/><author><name>melancholicshit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03576323431710405093</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
