<?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-7677871502636381380</id><updated>2011-08-03T02:54:45.954+08:00</updated><category term='birthday'/><category term='personal'/><category term='Ad'/><category term='web'/><category term='movies'/><category term='commercial'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='party'/><category term='music'/><category term='events'/><category term='school'/><category term='idiocy'/><category term='garbage talk'/><category term='homework'/><category term='food'/><category term='family'/><category term='random babbles'/><category term='concert'/><category term='project'/><category term='sudden obsession'/><category term='outing'/><category term='love'/><category term='health'/><category term='men and women'/><category term='social network'/><category term='best friend'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>MEL-FUNCTION;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-153905552533027748</id><published>2010-03-28T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T17:40:46.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mel-thezealot.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MOVED&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-153905552533027748?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/153905552533027748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/153905552533027748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2010/03/moved.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-236391843712018660</id><published>2010-03-27T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T15:25:10.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S62yd35lYmI/AAAAAAAACLE/e7yKdIYSbIY/s1600/DSC_0417.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S62yd35lYmI/AAAAAAAACLE/e7yKdIYSbIY/s320/DSC_0417.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S62yBBTyreI/AAAAAAAACK8/iRZlMLlwR3M/s1600/DSC_0415.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S62yBBTyreI/AAAAAAAACK8/iRZlMLlwR3M/s320/DSC_0415.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only post a couple of photos up. Rest are in Facebook. Didn't take much,tho. I spent half the time reading x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-236391843712018660?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/236391843712018660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/236391843712018660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-morning-saturday.html' title='Good morning Saturday'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S62yd35lYmI/AAAAAAAACLE/e7yKdIYSbIY/s72-c/DSC_0417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-4284907076805467315</id><published>2010-03-27T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T08:07:52.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typewriter.</title><content type='html'>This post was under draft (D'oh!)&lt;br /&gt;It was written on Tuesday :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; And because Wenzes Yap has taken my beloved Black G2 pen home with her, I've been in front of my laptop for 2 hours now. 2 things I'm gonna blog about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog lacking of pictures. (Which totally contradicts the fact that this has been converted to a picture blog) My elder brother has the SD card reader along with the SD card itself inside of it. Sigh, so my camera's been left idle on my bed for a week now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And okay I'll admit it, I'm getting really malas lah :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, &lt;a href="http://read-feel-help.blogspot.com/2009/06/food_27.html"&gt;&lt;u&gt;this&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My aim:&lt;/b&gt; To create some sort of awareness among my group of friends (and hopefully the word spreads and people would do a their part of giving)&lt;br /&gt;What motivated me was reading loads and loads of autobiography books. Thanks to the amount of time I spend in Kinokuniyah (the branch@KLCC) I got to read a few of the books. One of them that really made me feel absolutely sore inside was this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S6dFxxCoOMI/AAAAAAAACK0/K1lJcaVo1G0/s1600-h/destroyed.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S6dFxxCoOMI/AAAAAAAACK0/K1lJcaVo1G0/s320/destroyed.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically it's about this 8 year old girl named Jayne who returned to England from North Ireland to be reunited with her family. Her family lived with her relatives and one of her distant cousin abused her that she had thought that her life has been flushed into this black hole of misery. Just as she thought the other side was much greener when she moved out with her family, her cousin moved out with them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her mum working on a night shift, she was being abused and even raped repeatedly by her cousin. That's not all, she grew up watching her brother,Stuart&amp;nbsp;(I think it's Stuart. Kinda forgotten his name), who&amp;nbsp;had protected her turned into a violent and angry man. As I read this book, every page I flipped adds another 10pounds of suspense (and a tighter twist to my stomach).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point, I created that blog to share what I've read and create some awareness. Be it small or big, so long as people would get up and do something after reading what I have had to share and now I have stopped updating the blog for a little more than 7 months now. So I was reading it again today and it gave me this&amp;nbsp;indescribable&amp;nbsp;feeling I had (still have) in me and suddenly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to LEO's meeting (starting in April).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today's Saturday (27th of March)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;It's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Earth&lt;/span&gt; hour day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Melissa shall participate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The post above tells you that I go to Kinokuniya to read books while my brother attends his Science class,right? Well just last night I was thinking about the beautiful park right out side of KLCC. The place is green, it's clean and it's one of the nicest place to take pictures and that's what I'm gonna do today! :P With the help of my sister's DSLR, I'm hoping I'll snap a few awesome picture on a beautiful sunny Saturday :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mel,out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=7677871502636381380&amp;amp;postID=4284907076805467315" name="BCK"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-4284907076805467315?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/4284907076805467315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/4284907076805467315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2010/03/typewriter.html' title='Typewriter.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S6dFxxCoOMI/AAAAAAAACK0/K1lJcaVo1G0/s72-c/destroyed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-2122087251511843897</id><published>2010-03-20T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T18:06:38.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just keep on laughing</title><content type='html'>While I was preparing for my BBQ Party I'm having later &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;(yes. I'm blogging before my party. It's an hour away!)&lt;/span&gt; I was thinking of chins. Yes... CHINS. Cute little why-the-hell-is-there-a-bulge-of-meat at the end of your face :) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;(If you noticed, I have a round chin. Basically I've a face shaped of a basketball :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when I was making Cheesy Wantans. My sister-in-law said "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Aiyah, you got cream cheese on your fringe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" and then I became a little self conscious, I proceeded mashing up the cheesy fillings and suddenly I thought,"&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I wonder if there's cheese on my face. Hmm. Maybe I have some on my chin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" C'mon. It IS the closest thing to your hands,right? Then the thought of double chin came to my mind,"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wonder if food ever gets wedge between two chins. Like a double chin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", I thought. And from double chin I thought about a butt chin &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;(chins shaped like butts! :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S6SX587ft8I/AAAAAAAACJ8/D2j2Vf2vxfU/s1600-h/chin1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S6SX587ft8I/AAAAAAAACJ8/D2j2Vf2vxfU/s320/chin1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Double Chin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S6ScoR5qAkI/AAAAAAAACKE/qQCU0sGfGkk/s1600-h/chin2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S6ScoR5qAkI/AAAAAAAACKE/qQCU0sGfGkk/s320/chin2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Butt Chin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S6ScpE5tAII/AAAAAAAACKM/IKCqnr31zFs/s1600-h/chin3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S6ScpE5tAII/AAAAAAAACKM/IKCqnr31zFs/s320/chin3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Square Chin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S6Scp4LJqEI/AAAAAAAACKU/zYbu2yJPfi8/s1600-h/chin4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S6Scp4LJqEI/AAAAAAAACKU/zYbu2yJPfi8/s320/chin4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Round Chin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S6ScrdPa5JI/AAAAAAAACKc/0P00U2odr_E/s1600-h/chin5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S6ScrdPa5JI/AAAAAAAACKc/0P00U2odr_E/s320/chin5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Sharp Chin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S6SdHNfF1zI/AAAAAAAACKs/Ac1eMR4YcfM/s1600-h/chin7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S6SdHNfF1zI/AAAAAAAACKs/Ac1eMR4YcfM/s320/chin7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; The Almost-Non-Existing Chin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;(a.k.a The Flat Chin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Off to host the party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Au Revoir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-2122087251511843897?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/2122087251511843897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/2122087251511843897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-keep-on-laughing.html' title='Just keep on laughing'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S6SX587ft8I/AAAAAAAACJ8/D2j2Vf2vxfU/s72-c/chin1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-3219405127637693409</id><published>2010-03-17T11:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T11:53:45.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A random moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;; Was having an argumentative moment with myself this morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've nothing against breast augmentation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They boost a woman's self-esteem.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fill up a dress to look good&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mainly to increase their sexual appeal towards the opposite sex&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when women go BEYOND that imaginary line of "That's enough"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;DISASTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no, I will not post pictures of over inflated breasts in my blog. (Initially I wanted to to,though. But I thought it would be kinda awkward. Also, it's awkward Googling for large breasts. Ugh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please women of the Earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get a medium!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Any larger there wouldn't be enough space for babies to live on this planet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-3219405127637693409?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/3219405127637693409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/3219405127637693409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-moment.html' title='A random moment'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-3677814047745342674</id><published>2010-03-10T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:09:58.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KimMel Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S5eYyb5aqjI/AAAAAAAACJs/4eNa6ZeZ0Rs/s1600-h/DSCN9993.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S5eYyb5aqjI/AAAAAAAACJs/4eNa6ZeZ0Rs/s320/DSCN9993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S5eYaXMvtyI/AAAAAAAACJc/8rasjg5bACY/s1600-h/101NIKON6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S5eYaXMvtyI/AAAAAAAACJc/8rasjg5bACY/s320/101NIKON6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S5eYGoa6YJI/AAAAAAAACJU/zks9wy-xgok/s1600-h/DSCN9995.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S5eYGoa6YJI/AAAAAAAACJU/zks9wy-xgok/s320/DSCN9995.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S5eY3yqiJsI/AAAAAAAACJ0/4hg8ihyAybI/s1600-h/DSCN9972.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S5eY3yqiJsI/AAAAAAAACJ0/4hg8ihyAybI/s320/DSCN9972.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S5eYssiz8bI/AAAAAAAACJk/LThiSYB_n0M/s1600-h/101NIKON7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S5eYssiz8bI/AAAAAAAACJk/LThiSYB_n0M/s320/101NIKON7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My fingers are were itching to type :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My only wonder is.. Why? S'all I've to ask.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had Retail Therapy with Kim (: Gosh, I never knew dressing up in long dresses would be that much fun. Gosshh, I've to attend school tomorrow. ^!&amp;amp;@#^! Chemistry report D: I've never felt more lethargic than ever. Sigh, oh well. Just 2 more days till a week of sweet,sweet freedom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;YOU :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-3677814047745342674?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/3677814047745342674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/3677814047745342674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2010/03/kimmel-day.html' title='KimMel Day.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S5eYyb5aqjI/AAAAAAAACJs/4eNa6ZeZ0Rs/s72-c/DSCN9993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-3451860179015637854</id><published>2010-03-09T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:43:42.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S5ZP3khl5oI/AAAAAAAACI8/1dZSi29iiYc/s1600-h/101NIKON5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S5ZP3khl5oI/AAAAAAAACI8/1dZSi29iiYc/s320/101NIKON5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S5ZQEmYHyEI/AAAAAAAACJM/cfFOwME3ofM/s1600-h/DSCN9960.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S5ZQEmYHyEI/AAAAAAAACJM/cfFOwME3ofM/s320/DSCN9960.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life's &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Took me long enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-3451860179015637854?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/3451860179015637854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/3451860179015637854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2010/03/someday.html' title='Someday.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S5ZP3khl5oI/AAAAAAAACI8/1dZSi29iiYc/s72-c/101NIKON5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-5013629435794408873</id><published>2010-03-09T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T15:20:04.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burden off my shoulders.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S5X2UF3PsjI/AAAAAAAACI0/HC_txeWV3po/s1600-h/DSCN9950.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S5X2UF3PsjI/AAAAAAAACI0/HC_txeWV3po/s320/DSCN9950.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Positivity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-5013629435794408873?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/5013629435794408873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/5013629435794408873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2010/03/burden-off-my-shoulders.html' title='Burden off my shoulders.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S5X2UF3PsjI/AAAAAAAACI0/HC_txeWV3po/s72-c/DSCN9950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-1741458132724264479</id><published>2010-03-08T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T17:34:26.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glub, glub.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S5TDdjtXyeI/AAAAAAAACIk/8VINa4ivklw/s1600-h/101NIKON4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S5TDdjtXyeI/AAAAAAAACIk/8VINa4ivklw/s320/101NIKON4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S5TDiugDtZI/AAAAAAAACIs/M4KCRrf5Fyw/s1600-h/DSCN9936.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S5TDiugDtZI/AAAAAAAACIs/M4KCRrf5Fyw/s320/DSCN9936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;That's too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-1741458132724264479?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/1741458132724264479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/1741458132724264479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2010/03/glub-glub.html' title='Glub, glub.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S5TDdjtXyeI/AAAAAAAACIk/8VINa4ivklw/s72-c/101NIKON4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-4540608466175503953</id><published>2010-03-04T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:26:37.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby believe me it's only a matter of time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S498iB9pDZI/AAAAAAAACIc/Mn-h7z9BS04/s1600-h/101NIKON3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S498iB9pDZI/AAAAAAAACIc/Mn-h7z9BS04/s320/101NIKON3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Drugged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-4540608466175503953?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/4540608466175503953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/4540608466175503953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby-believe-me-its-only-matter-of-time.html' title='Baby believe me it&apos;s only a matter of time.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S498iB9pDZI/AAAAAAAACIc/Mn-h7z9BS04/s72-c/101NIKON3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-6747418525524988710</id><published>2010-03-03T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:03:30.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm part of you indefinitely</title><content type='html'>I have been emotionally drained. I shit you not.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello,there. Yes I know I haven't been updating (But I don't feel one bit guilty). It's just that I'm having my 1st term examination and I've been tremendously lazy -- NOT a good combination wouldn't you agree?-- Besides, I've been contemplating whether I should give up blogging. One friend says I shouldn't, the other says "Meh, why not?". However I do enjoy blogging from time to time. (No, this isn't one of those times =[ ) Hmm, I THINK I may keep the blog and continue. Only this time, my posts wouldn't be wordsy. Just.. Pictures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GRINS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A picture blog. Pictures pretty much sum every shit up :) Hee~!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S44XgY9REoI/AAAAAAAACIU/eWlPPIddIsA/s1600-h/DSCN7869.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S44XgY9REoI/AAAAAAAACIU/eWlPPIddIsA/s320/DSCN7869.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wenzes! :) I'm sure you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;CAN'T&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; wait you guys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-6747418525524988710?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/6747418525524988710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/6747418525524988710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-part-of-you-indefinitely.html' title='I&apos;m part of you indefinitely'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S44XgY9REoI/AAAAAAAACIU/eWlPPIddIsA/s72-c/DSCN7869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-5656633608053821691</id><published>2010-02-13T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:37:53.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I only eat with chopsticks and use a brush to write.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S3YE8jZ3szI/AAAAAAAACH0/JirZnTdQatY/s1600-h/cny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S3YE8jZ3szI/AAAAAAAACH0/JirZnTdQatY/s320/cny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, after that greeting --Or any time I say that for that matter-- I feel a little discriminant towards my own race. (somehow that's a bad thing?) I mean don't you think so? People don't say Happy New Year. They would go,"Happy CHINESE New Year." Gah! It's just kinda disturbing for me (Okay lah, only a little) that people still say Happy Chinese New Year instead of just plain and simple, Happy New Year. I mean it's understood that the Chinese people celebrate their New Year's a month later. D'you gotta still include the word CHINESE? I don't know bout you guys but whenever everyone wishes Happy Chinese New Year to one another it just sends tinges of shingles down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? It's so stereotypical of people to assume that all Chinese people have squinted eyes. My eyes. Are. HUGE. Okay? And wanna know what else is stereotyping? When people mention the word "Asian" with a snap of your fingers people instantly think small-eyes-mandarin-speaking people known as the Chinese. Lol, okay that's just funny lah. My point being, not every Chinese speak Mandarin. Not all Chinese have squinted eyes. So don't generalize things like lah. I've a New Zealand friend. He once asked what's it like eating every meal with wooden chopsticks. I told him,"I eat them with a set of fork and spoon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooooooooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I just wanna wish all of you out there a Happy New Year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S3YP50LKPeI/AAAAAAAACH8/JJprsuFOzDA/s1600-h/confucius.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S3YP50LKPeI/AAAAAAAACH8/JJprsuFOzDA/s320/confucius.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S3YQCPryKEI/AAAAAAAACIE/XPow3rjs3jE/s1600-h/crowded-elevator+(1).gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S3YQCPryKEI/AAAAAAAACIE/XPow3rjs3jE/s320/crowded-elevator+(1).gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S3YQPqL_G-I/AAAAAAAACIM/S88D6LyTH2A/s1600-h/itchy-ass.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S3YQPqL_G-I/AAAAAAAACIM/S88D6LyTH2A/s320/itchy-ass.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-5656633608053821691?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/5656633608053821691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/5656633608053821691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-only-eat-with-chopsticks-and-use.html' title='I only eat with chopsticks and use a brush to write.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S3YE8jZ3szI/AAAAAAAACH0/JirZnTdQatY/s72-c/cny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-1949699750293002671</id><published>2010-02-09T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T00:03:29.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God has given us too many lemons.</title><content type='html'>Yet another heart-felt conversation with one of my friends. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Youguysrock,lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to a friend of mine, Ian. I was telling him how clueless I am about my future &lt;b&gt;(future being college and what courses I should take)&lt;/b&gt; and I was praising the fact that he got accepted to college fresh out from PMR and doing something he's passionate about. And I respected him for the fact that he's been trying to cope despite the fact that the things he's studying for are 10 times much harder than what I'm studying for SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I'm like thinking right, passion doesn't = profession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now the only reason he said this was cause I said,"You're lucky cause you've got something to lean on. And it's your passion.". It's like a slap across the face. All this time I'm trying to find what I'm passionate about. And I've no idea. I have this mind-set that, if I don't figure out what I wanna do by SPM, I would turn out as a loser and probably enroll college late. Graduate late while my friends would be pursuing their career.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At this point in life, we have to make decisions. And sometimes, it's frustrating. Mind you I'm not coming up with a solution for you guys just because you are as clueless about your future as I am. I haven't found a solution for myself either. What's the point of blogging about it when there's no direction,right? It's just I thought I'd get it out there that, just because you don't know what you want to do now. Or you know you're passionate about something, but you screw things up every once in a while. Don't let it bring you down so easily. Gah! It's 12 AM. I'm feeling like a zombie. I don't even know my purpose of blogging anymore. I plant bullshit for update's sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;"&gt;Aminah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Jenab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;binti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Lebai&lt;/span&gt;,lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-1949699750293002671?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/1949699750293002671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/1949699750293002671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2010/02/god-has-given-us-too-many-lemons.html' title='God has given us too many lemons.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-7488570631802584655</id><published>2010-02-07T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:22:18.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An empty future?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we pretend something's alright until we are so blinded and forget that it was all pretend in the first place. Promises are made, but they are empty. We hope for something, but we know it very clear that that something has a higher chance of not coming true. You put faith into empty purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we think of the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; things to keep the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;BAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; things out. No doubt, that IS good. But sometimes, you've to differentiate between what's fantasy and reality. Reality is getting your fingers pricked by the thorns from the rose you were about to pluck from the rose bush. The color. The feel of the petals. It seduces you. It lures you in. You suddenly forget about all your worries and you just want to pluck it. You want to hold it and hope it wouldn't have to ever die. Another worry slips away from your mind,"It WON'T die. It would still live. It will only wilt. But the soul in it will remain as beautiful as ever." You go for it. You placed all hopes,all love, all trust, all faith into THAT rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly the thorns, gave you a rude awakening. But that's not gonna stop you. No. Because You WANT that rose. No thorns are gonna stop you,no. You are just. That. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;You are the shine when there is no sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;You are my rope when I am about to fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;I miss running my fingers through your hair and watch you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-7488570631802584655?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/7488570631802584655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/7488570631802584655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2010/02/empty-future.html' title='An empty future?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-8937183689770669369</id><published>2010-02-04T17:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T17:37:48.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh you make me smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S2qM64AG56I/AAAAAAAACHY/PY1vrocIstU/s1600-h/funny.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S2qM64AG56I/AAAAAAAACHY/PY1vrocIstU/s320/funny.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Found this rather amusing :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S2qUxwUp3FI/AAAAAAAACHg/34vIm5x-nOI/s1600-h/9016_142836581937_569216937_2842536_1017478_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S2qUxwUp3FI/AAAAAAAACHg/34vIm5x-nOI/s320/9016_142836581937_569216937_2842536_1017478_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sigh. The great guilt I carry with me everyday for neglecting my dogs.&lt;br /&gt;Thank Tasha's lucky stars she has a boyfriend :) Oh the attention he gives to her everyday. :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;English Essay:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Among the given 5 topics that Miss Yeow had made us choose from, I have chosen number 2 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(The advantages and disadvantages of blogging)&lt;/span&gt;. Heh, I shit you not. I'm feeling kinda excited resuming writing the essay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Malay Karangan:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tulis lembaran surat kepada Perdana Menteri Malaysia mengenai hasrat atau cadangan anda terhadap perpaduan kaum dan hidup bersatu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am also serious when I say, this is quite exciting for me,too. I don't know why but suddenly I enjoy writing essays. Malay or English, it just gives me the freedom to write. Write,write,write. I prefer typing though. That's what I was telling Leon today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mel:&lt;/b&gt; If I could use the computer to write my essays.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just have one thing to say at the moment;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bring it on. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(I'm hoping that this enthusiasm lasts till end of this year :) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This week has been pretty much a normal week for me. On Wednesday I realized my co-curricular attendance card went missing. When I found it, it was in a form of a ball. Picture a piece of paper that was once wet and has dried up and shaped into a ball. :( Yes, I carelessly threw my KRS shirt along with the card tucked so neatly in the breast pocket into the washing machine. D'oh! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(hee! A Homer moment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Came home early from school today, knowing that there are piles and piles of laundry waiting to be washed,dried and sorted out totally made me :( &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(Not to mention, 2 essays :) )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just received a text message. Thinking it was the boyfriend, it was .........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;DiGi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RM 0 Berita Indo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ketua Badan Narko-.....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I only read when I'm up for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;=/ Bummer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-8937183689770669369?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/8937183689770669369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/8937183689770669369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-you-make-me-smile.html' title='Oh you make me smile'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S2qM64AG56I/AAAAAAAACHY/PY1vrocIstU/s72-c/funny.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-3672327501380829924</id><published>2010-01-28T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:02:18.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so :( right now.</title><content type='html'>"&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;There's no camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;", she said solemnly. Just that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, until today, I am still clueless as to why my own school,out of so many clubs, they never seem to include Christian Fellowship. I speak for all of us, when I say it's unfair. It's discriminating. Now what I'm about to post here, I'm saying this with no&amp;nbsp;malicious&amp;nbsp;intent. I'm just a high school girl with disturbing thoughts about school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been quite disturbed from the day I looked down at the paper where students are obligated to choose your preferred co-curricular activities. When I looked through the paper once,twice,and even, thrice. They was no &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christian Fellowship&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I was disappointed. SMK DJ, SMK Taman Sea, Sri Aman. All of these schools have Christian Fellowship. Now why doesn't my school have CF? Are they oblivious to the club because it's a new school? Do they need someone to speak up for their fellow Christians? NO. That's the thing.... we're a new school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;The school I was from,Sri Aman, had Christian Fellowship before they disapprove of CF in schools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" Despite the fact which year the school was born, they shouldn't ban CF to new schools. Are they discouraging us from our religion? Do they want to lead us astray from Christianity,or Buddhism, or Hinduism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the news we hear/read about religions ostracizing and discriminating other religions for the mere fact that we don't practice the same faith. To some, we may be practicing the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;WRONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; faith. We are not in the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;RIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; religion.Every religion has its own faith/beliefs. But I closed one eye. My country is strong in unity. One Malaysia, they say. &lt;i&gt;Satu Bangsa, Satu Negara.&lt;/i&gt; But lo and behold,&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;here we are. Supposedly at the peak of civilization and all that crap. Yet, here we are, with injustice in its time of glory and letting it take over our lives. &lt;i&gt;Wawasan 2020&lt;/i&gt;. All our hopes encrusted in a few words,some how, crushed within a few actions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I don't know bout you guys, yes all of us have different views, but I'm rather disgruntled. Here we are standing united as Christians (welcoming non-Christians with open hearts,if I may add) pleading to have a small gathering to worship the Lord. And we are not asking for the Christians to pray every Monday in front of other religions during school assembly. We're asking to do it privately. We will be as discreet as we can. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;REJECTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Having a Christian Camp. Barely within the approximate compound of our school. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;REJECTED.&lt;/span&gt; I speak for all of us when I say that this is a huge disappointment. But fret not, we have Cell groups. Youth Fellowships. Main Services. Jr Churches. "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Lord do not let this be a hindrance or an&amp;nbsp;obstacle to us. Show us that you really are in our hearts and guide us through thick and thin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" is how I my prayer during meeting today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;But again, like I've said, we've different views :)&amp;nbsp;So to those who wants to give their two cents, by all means, do. But keep any rude remarks to yourself. Cause it would probably turn into a very messy debate and lead us to nowhere. By the end of the day, we stay true to our faith/beliefs. And for that, we should be contented.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Gah. This country is rotten by greed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;corruption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; and&amp;nbsp;hypocrisy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-3672327501380829924?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/3672327501380829924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/3672327501380829924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-so-right-now.html' title='I am so :( right now.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-7358639270950690714</id><published>2010-01-25T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:11:32.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's lead me astray</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when things weigh you down, you can't expect it to&amp;nbsp;disappear. You either talk about it and resolve it. But sometimes talking about it would mean putting fuel into the fire. You &lt;b&gt;THINK&lt;/b&gt; it will resolve things because you're putting your problems out on the table and getting the straighten out but in actual fact, it's making things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternatively, you gotta set your ego aside. For instance, you can't have something so tiny as a girl who's around your boyfriend more than you get to be around him tick you off. It's not like he can do anything about it. Cause they're friends. Cause if you give in to it every time, you're gonna end up being the ass. Cause if you tried settling things out with your boyfriend,probably, the results aren't 100% up to your satisfaction. Cause, well, you're being a petty drama queen and there's nothing he can do about it. I mean, they're friends. He can't possibly stay away from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Asfrusttrationsinksin.This happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S11qrHPYAuI/AAAAAAAACHI/5JR_ATxdSnQ/s1600-h/tooth1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S11qrHPYAuI/AAAAAAAACHI/5JR_ATxdSnQ/s320/tooth1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Watched the Tooth Fairy yesterday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;My rating 7/10.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;It&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;COULD&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;be a 10/10. If, and only if, I was a 10 year and thinks that a monster lives in my closet. The highlight of the movie was&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;DEFINITELY&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dwaynne Johnson. Hands. Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S11r7UNM5gI/AAAAAAAACHQ/GEpx0IwpZRs/s1600-h/My+Pictures4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S11r7UNM5gI/AAAAAAAACHQ/GEpx0IwpZRs/s320/My+Pictures4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I'd best be going now. I've 9 pages worth of History homework and a few more questions from Additional Mathematics to finish up by tonight. Sigh, how on Earth am I going to finish this smoothly when I'm in my utmost miserable state. I feel like cycling. I've been wanting to cycle for a while now, I just never got around it. Or swimming. I kinda like the feeling after sports when you feel all worn out and you just want to crash on the bed and sleep; &lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Rejuvenated&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Siting in front of the computer makes me feel boring and lifeless. Sigh, I can't wait to go back to school. I miss you guys :( Heh, and what are the odds. I've sports practice tomorrow :) And this time, for lunch, I &lt;b&gt;REALLY&lt;/b&gt; want fried chicken from KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-7358639270950690714?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/7358639270950690714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/7358639270950690714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/somethings-lead-me-astray.html' title='Something&apos;s lead me astray'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S11qrHPYAuI/AAAAAAAACHI/5JR_ATxdSnQ/s72-c/tooth1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-2359676790857382364</id><published>2010-01-24T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T02:53:46.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently Facebook sends a notification to your friends when you're bumming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Is it really that obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S1tEMATtjsI/AAAAAAAACG4/L_NpbcBpkEA/s1600-h/fb+1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S1tEMATtjsI/AAAAAAAACG4/L_NpbcBpkEA/s320/fb+1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S1tEMATtjsI/AAAAAAAACG4/L_NpbcBpkEA/s1600-h/fb+1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S1tENQ11yNI/AAAAAAAACHA/1H1KM0fWgbI/s1600-h/fb+2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S1tENQ11yNI/AAAAAAAACHA/1H1KM0fWgbI/s320/fb+2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-2359676790857382364?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/2359676790857382364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/2359676790857382364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/apparently-facebook-sends-notification.html' title='Apparently Facebook sends a notification to your friends when you&apos;re bumming.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S1tEMATtjsI/AAAAAAAACG4/L_NpbcBpkEA/s72-c/fb+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-3690499223917047101</id><published>2010-01-23T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T00:44:33.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So kiss yourself goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S1e-V7uX97I/AAAAAAAACGM/_rT8vto68-k/s1600-h/15452_500sq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S1e-V7uX97I/AAAAAAAACGM/_rT8vto68-k/s320/15452_500sq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sigh I miss watching &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/span&gt;. Wenzes, if you're reading this. Do remind me to pass my pen-drive to you. I really,really,really want Season 5 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Got home not too long ago. I'm currently in a situation where you &lt;b&gt;FEEL&lt;/b&gt; like staying home and lazing around after a long day of traveling but instead you know you &lt;b&gt;HAVE&lt;/b&gt; to be in school to finish up your work, or at least, get a bit of it done before it mountains up on your "&lt;i&gt;to do list&lt;/i&gt;". &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;DILEMMA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Thaaaaaat's right. I'm stuck in a dilemma. Hate it whenever that happens, then again who doesn't. Psch. So basically what I've to do here is weigh out the options right? List out the good and the bad and shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S1nS_AfoZ_I/AAAAAAAACGU/bkBfA6DF7DU/s1600-h/DSCN9903.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S1nS_AfoZ_I/AAAAAAAACGU/bkBfA6DF7DU/s320/DSCN9903.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;OPTION #1:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Vegetate at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Basically what I do is.... Nothing. I could catch up on sleeeeep. Who doesn't like sleeping :(&amp;nbsp;And think about it I could catch up on my homework I left piling for the last couple of days or&amp;nbsp;probably finish up the border for the classroom boards.&amp;nbsp;On the down side, I've to finish my homework? :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S1nTNuZWwNI/AAAAAAAACGk/-YerzGEaPxM/s1600-h/DSCN9844.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S1nTNuZWwNI/AAAAAAAACGk/-YerzGEaPxM/s320/DSCN9844.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;OPTION#2:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Attend the annual school marathon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I thought this through. I get to see my friends. Walking with them while we talk in complete bullshit. And after the marathon, Miss Yeow has requested us 5 Kenanga students to have a little "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;spring cleaning session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;". Which is a &lt;b&gt;GOOD&lt;/b&gt; thing,no? By then our class wouldn't look like it's been wrist deep in shit. On the down side? I'm feeling too darn lethargic. Too lazy to &lt;b&gt;THINK&lt;/b&gt; about attending and too lazy to even attend.&amp;nbsp;I wouldn't gain points for my team like that lah. Sigh, I have pledged myself to take part in anyway to gain points for my team. &lt;/span&gt;(of course, if it benefits me also lah)&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; I would totally be fooling myself if I skipped tomorrow. But how? I'm lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S1nUaMbCklI/AAAAAAAACGs/g3WLWFtxGrY/s1600-h/faf.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S1nUaMbCklI/AAAAAAAACGs/g3WLWFtxGrY/s320/faf.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;I am &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;TOTALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; loving 9GAG :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-3690499223917047101?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/3690499223917047101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/3690499223917047101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-kiss-yourself-goodbye.html' title='So kiss yourself goodbye'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S1e-V7uX97I/AAAAAAAACGM/_rT8vto68-k/s72-c/15452_500sq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-2399086523838612977</id><published>2010-01-19T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:17:42.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been living under a rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Adrian:&lt;/b&gt; Melissa. Why your pubic hair out here wann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melissa:&lt;/b&gt; WHAT THE HELL??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for decent compliments about my curls. Sigh. Adrian,Adrian. Why lah Adrian. Anyhoo, I'm going off to Singapore this Thursday &amp;amp; Friday! :P Okay, so it's only for a couple of days. On a &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;HAPPIER&lt;/span&gt; note, I'll be skipping &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;ADDITIONAL MATHEMATICS&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So apparently Boys Like Girls are holding a concert on the 29th of January. Yes I only found out&lt;b&gt; TODAY&lt;/b&gt;. Why do I feel like I'm behind time and I'm obliged to keep up so I can be at the concert squealing to the top of my lungs. Sigh. Spare me a ticket? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-2399086523838612977?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/2399086523838612977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/2399086523838612977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-been-living-under-rock.html' title='I&apos;ve been living under a rock'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-5304370641302138447</id><published>2010-01-18T16:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:34:37.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental block</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mel:&lt;/b&gt; Hey! Leon said that Chris and Brandon make a good pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wen:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah cause they're always sleeping together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've a mind of a degenerate loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S1QYqDpi7vI/AAAAAAAACFs/sJqAgHk84uI/s1600-h/DSCN9066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S1QYqDpi7vI/AAAAAAAACFs/sJqAgHk84uI/s320/DSCN9066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian just introduced 9GAG to me a few minutes ago. Just so I can keep my head out of that whole FML frenzy. And I'm already loving 9GAG! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S1QdBmusbKI/AAAAAAAACGE/OzaZInfTyc8/s1600-h/askjasfha.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S1QdBmusbKI/AAAAAAAACGE/OzaZInfTyc8/s320/askjasfha.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's the 3rd week of school and I'm already planning a trip with my friends after &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;. I honestly do not know how I could cope with Form 5. My class is undecorated. I'm the one who's to blame,though. I haven't been taking my responsibilities seriously :( Sigh. I shall work my ass to the bones and get my Chemistry,Modern Mathematics and borders for the classroom board &lt;b&gt;ALL&lt;/b&gt; done by &lt;b&gt;TONIGHT&lt;/b&gt;. And I will &lt;b&gt;NOT &lt;/b&gt;procrastinate! I will &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; let anything as silly as reading a book for pleasure get in my way! &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;[I bought a new book. Wuthering Heights. Teehee!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sigh, if only I kept my word an hour ago before I "heard facebook calling out to me" and blogging :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S1QYsiUSWMI/AAAAAAAACF0/3RF0J3auyNw/s1600-h/DSCN9068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S1QYsiUSWMI/AAAAAAAACF0/3RF0J3auyNw/s320/DSCN9068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Honestly I think I've the worst attention span in history. Or maybe I just procrastinate a lot. Both &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; good. My mind is,practically, lunging at me to get on with my work but my body's leading me astray. Sigh, I have &lt;b&gt;GOT&lt;/b&gt; to buck up man. I feel like I'm already failing my exam when first term is months away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S1QY3ZhM21I/AAAAAAAACF8/eDVeaVjjveY/s1600-h/DSCN9547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S1QY3ZhM21I/AAAAAAAACF8/eDVeaVjjveY/s320/DSCN9547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Movie this weekend. Anyone? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-5304370641302138447?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/5304370641302138447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/5304370641302138447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/mental-block.html' title='Mental block'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S1QYqDpi7vI/AAAAAAAACFs/sJqAgHk84uI/s72-c/DSCN9066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-7632683596804988370</id><published>2010-01-15T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:43:35.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Superman bleeds</title><content type='html'>She carries a burden that weighs her down to the core. She once stood tall and strong and thought to herself,&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;"I can do this. I don't need sympathy from anyone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; She walks with pride and talks with confidence. She could do it all. She was a stern pillar to us all. Until one day, she breaks down. She hit rock bottom. As I looked into her eyes, she's crying out for help. For comfort. For a pillar of her own. Her pride, a hindrance, she would refuse help-- or at least a warm hug-- because she could stand up and brush the dust off her shoulders on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been crying for a week now. I went against my instincts,&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;"What's wrong?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I had to break the silence. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;"Nothing. Never mind"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; she muttered. I have,yet again, discovered where I've inherited my sassy attitude from. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;"Come on, just tell me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I gazed upon her damp face and I noticed her chin trembling with insecurity. With fear. With hopelessness. Tears suddenly wells up in her eyes. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;"I'm very disappointed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I put my hand on her shoulder, pouring every single ounce of love and support in her. She feels it and cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you. Do remember that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-7632683596804988370?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/7632683596804988370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/7632683596804988370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/even-superman-bleeds.html' title='Even Superman bleeds'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-6905677028837051547</id><published>2010-01-13T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:15:10.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, for the sake of updating.</title><content type='html'>I'm into the second week of school. The schedule's absurd. The food sucks. And I still feel like a 14 year old. Have I told you it's just the second week of school? Gah! And I've been internet deprived. For the past week I've been using my mum's PDA to access the internet just to check what's up in Facebook &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;[Nothing much only the usual,OBVIOUSLY]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My Cafe World has been rated &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;LOSER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Seriously, the ratings dropped from an 80-something to a 14.3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S02b00qo8KI/AAAAAAAACFc/QwZJVLeLeJw/s1600-h/melissa111.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S02b00qo8KI/AAAAAAAACFc/QwZJVLeLeJw/s200/melissa111.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly feel like I've been deprived from technology. Did you also know that my phone line is currently deactivated? Oh yeah. Over text messaged. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Beware:&lt;/span&gt; Technology whore]&lt;/span&gt; On a happier note, I've friends to keep up and smiling (: All the little things you guys do that keeps me smiling. Like when Wen just randomly comes up to me and says,"&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Can I eat you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;". Or when Ian adjusts his pencil case so I could rest my head on it when I'm feeling tired.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;[It's comfy! :P]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Or when Leon offers me marble cake even though he knows I'm lactose intolerant. :') you guys are awesome lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S02Z3KyEXJI/AAAAAAAACFU/yYHO6TFGut0/s1600-h/DSCN9175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S02Z3KyEXJI/AAAAAAAACFU/yYHO6TFGut0/s320/DSCN9175.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've read my previous post, I've changed my eating routine. Instead of heading to school with an empty stomach I've decided to grab a bite or two before I head out. Results are awesome. I didn't crawl to the bathroom! Sure, the amount of food I consume in the morning wouldn't even fill up the tummy of a rat, let alone a human being.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;[Mostly Crackers. But on some days, like today, I had a decent portion of&amp;nbsp;pastry. Or, at least, I try to]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But I'm making progress! :) I know that sounded weird. But I'm happy okay! So be happy with me! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S02Zn7PoYFI/AAAAAAAACFE/Zz0QJf6vH4U/s1600-h/DSCN9760.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S02Zn7PoYFI/AAAAAAAACFE/Zz0QJf6vH4U/s320/DSCN9760.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the dean of decorator in class, I have not been very productive in class. My classroom still looks like crap. Sigh I can't believe I'm procrastinating already at the beginning of the year. I have yet to buy red cloths for the board and print out notes to fill up the board :( Though, I AM proud of my fellow decorators. They have been brainstorming and optimistic nevertheless. Aww man, I gotta get my ass working tonight. On a much,much &amp;nbsp;devastating note Modern Maths, Add Maths, a Malay summary, a book of Malay novel and English novel are waiting for me. I am, once again, being a lazy ass cow. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S02ZqgUVm1I/AAAAAAAACFM/wShOnrj3qd8/s1600-h/DSCN9773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S02ZqgUVm1I/AAAAAAAACFM/wShOnrj3qd8/s320/DSCN9773.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I feel like ranting. Heeee, I'm in the mood for some bullet point bullshit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;School's the next best robber right after Malaysian cops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;[What the hell?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Mhm! We've to pay for bullshits like passport sized pictures. Despite the fact that you already have a few copies of your own, it's&amp;nbsp;compulsory&amp;nbsp;for you to pay another 6 bucks to your school since they hired a photography crew to snap pictures of you because the copies that you own are junk to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I have been,somehow, optimistic and repeatedly told my friends last year that I can't wait to finished Form 4 so I could move to Form 5 and get new schedules and teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;THAT, didn't work out so much on the teachers. I still see same faces &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;[teachers]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;i&gt;*scowls*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've said it already but hell I'll say it again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;CANTEEN FOOD SUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We have been&amp;nbsp;suppressed by the school to be patriotic to our school.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;We are to buy the school's track bottom. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;[There's like a HUGE ASS badge printed on the pants kayyy? And do you know how fugly it is?? :( ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate my blog's header&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realized I never go a day of blogging without complaining. Oh well. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-6905677028837051547?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/6905677028837051547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/6905677028837051547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-for-sake-of-updating.html' title='Oh, for the sake of updating.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/S02b00qo8KI/AAAAAAAACFc/QwZJVLeLeJw/s72-c/melissa111.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-3159915638570633130</id><published>2010-01-03T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T09:26:52.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack</title><content type='html'>I was reading through my previous post and there was one post that said "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Sigh, and after that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;highlights baby! Nope. I ain't shitting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;highlights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" CLEARLY, that has not been crossed out the last time I checked on my list. I got my hair permed instead :) Awesome lah. Oh well. After SPM then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up and decided that I shall toughen up my tummy starting from today onwards. For those of you who &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;DON'T KNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, I've a very weak stomach. If I consume so much as a slice of bread, you would see me crawling towards the bathroom in the morning. Not a very pleasing sight in the morning, is it? It runs in the family,I think. My brother Edmund had pretty much what I have. He can't take anything for breakfast. Or rather, we can't eat an hour after we just got up. Note that I said he HAD what I'm having? Well cause now, every morning, he eats without a hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy him. I really do. It was funny how I discovered I had a sensitive tummy. Back when I was 14, every morning, my maid would make me sandwiches or make a cup of instant soup before I leave for school. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;[Bear in mind, this breakfast routine only lasted for about a week. So you could only imagine what I had to go through for a whole week]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; When I leave for school, I would get a very disturbing feeling in my tummy. 'Nuff said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I thought to myself,"&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Enough is enough. Soon I'll be 17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" And personally, I think it's kinda&amp;nbsp;embarrassing, and tiring, for me to explain myself how come I can't eat at 8AM. So this morning, I got up and took a packet of chilled Milo and ate a few pieces of Jacob's crackers. As a result! 2 minutes in the bathroom. Sigh. It's a work in progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-3159915638570633130?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/3159915638570633130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/3159915638570633130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/before-i-leave-brush-my-teeth-with.html' title='Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-6639476812133623845</id><published>2010-01-01T11:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:13:26.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopefully the future holds some water.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And so we've closed the book on 2009 and started with a new one. Just last night I said to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dudu&lt;/span&gt;,"&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;Do you remember? We were here exactly a year ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" It's crazy how time just passed us like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;. Now we're 16. Next thing you know it, we're 50&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Kimmy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;[such a drama queen]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Sz1zN8Y5j2I/AAAAAAAACEM/SIABrozcHEE/s320/DSCN9713.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421616209810001762" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes we've been through rough patches. We have found new friendships. We shed tears with our loved ones. I don't know about you guys, but when it was still 2009, I wished we would just jump to 2010 cause I thought '09 was such a bad year I wanted to just hit the fast forward button. Who knew, when I heard the life of the fireworks roaring, that clearly signifies we have officially welcomed 2010, I was starting to miss 2009 and wished we hadn't said goodbye just yet. Looking at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dudu&lt;/span&gt; while he was so consumed by the fireworks made me glance through all the mishaps we've gone through together in my head. Where, for me, it doesn't matter anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Sz1zOBv_JkI/AAAAAAAACEU/vIHrLUCaXLA/s320/DSCN9285.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421616211249014338" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And looking at my friends, smiling and going "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;Ooooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;aaaahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" a firework burst after another, just made me realized how lucky I am to have friends like them. A friend who's up as early as 8 in the morning, knowing I can talk to him about things that has been weighing me down. A friend who I instantly connected with the very first time I met her and became best friends with ever since. A friend who would definitely know how to keep me laughing. All these people made a certain significant in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Sz1zOdJlSMI/AAAAAAAACEc/CJpYO3ZKUCc/s320/DSCN9439.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421616218604128450" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I may have only talk to some of you several times, but you,somehow, have brought a certain meaning to my life. And for that I am grateful. Now I'm slowly, reluctantly, opening a book that withholds my life as a 17 year old. Sigh. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I AM HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;. But somehow I know there's a slight tinge of sorrow in me. Open this book with me people :) I am hoping the first chapter would contain my relationship with my family and working towards a better one. Fingers crossed! Open this book with me Daniel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Goh&lt;/span&gt;. Kimberly Wan,Wen,Ian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Narcis&lt;/span&gt;,Leon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt;. You know you're the ones that made a huge impact. Fret not if your names aren't here. You are just as important. I love you,too :) Ian,Leigh Andra,Leon,Kimmy and Daniel. Thanks for saying goodbye to '09 with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Sz1z6m7yoyI/AAAAAAAACEs/IhJ4YdnoX_Y/s320/DSCN9753.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421616977144881954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Good morning,2010 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-6639476812133623845?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/6639476812133623845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/6639476812133623845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2010/01/hopefully-future-holds-some-water.html' title='Hopefully the future holds some water.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Sz1zN8Y5j2I/AAAAAAAACEM/SIABrozcHEE/s72-c/DSCN9713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-809063496390655053</id><published>2009-12-27T08:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T10:10:19.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To a new year. Cheers :)</title><content type='html'>Didn't go bowling yesterday since I was feeling lazy :( So I went for a swim with my dad and younger brother instead and boy, swimming while it's drizzling is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Aweshuummm&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SzavqrGRt2I/AAAAAAAACD0/oV-gXuwL_Wg/s320/DSCN9746.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419712349245388642" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after my 8AM call from Dudu this morning, I looked up to my room ceiling and thought,"&lt;i&gt;Wow, 3 days from now we would be counting down to New Year's.&lt;/i&gt;" And it's crazy how time has manage to zip by so quickly. From the day I was contemplating between Accounts class and Sub-Science. To the day I sat with my friends planning what we should do after our finals. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[Pool party! Remember Leon?? :P]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And now, the time has come to bring our hangover like ass and bear the wrath of SPM; assignments &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;[Deadline. Deadline brings stress]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , more stress, long SPM talks. Ohh boyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I'm feeling lazy and all, I'll just do a short one based little things that has brought joy into my life. So here goes;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sitting next to Wen or Kim in school and tell them about my problems and crying in front of them. Knowing that they wouldn't disappoint me in times of need. :') You guys rock lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GDO. Yes, girls day out. Trust me, I'm working on it to have more of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Picking out lines from a comedy or a reciting a joke with Edmund. It may sound retarded, but it's something the both us found really fun to do when we're around each other. And we would laugh about it despite the fact we've laughed about it days before already :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sitting next to my mum on her bed and talking to her about her day and my day. And it's not serious talks all the time, she would crack a joke or two or have witty comebacks just to brighten up our moods after a rough day. Guess I know where I got my humorous sense from :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spending more time with my dad. Having parents who are separated can be a challenge at times but hell forget the bad and get on with the good. And because I live with my mum, I'm trying to balance out the time spent equally between my mum and dad. In hopes to have a stronger relationship with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now this one I'm not particularly proud of but... Sleeping in class. It's this contentment within myself after waking up from 2 periods of English. Hey,don't go judging. After all, it's THINGS THAT HAS MADE ME HAPPY not THINGS I'M PROUD OF :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Staring at Dudu just to get him to go,"&lt;i&gt;Whhaaattt. Why are you looking at me like that forrr? Oooii.&lt;/i&gt;" :) While trying to pull a complete pokerface, I laugh oh so terribly hard inside just to see that scrutinized look on his face. //Addition. Getting cute messages from him,too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Sza5t7nDLPI/AAAAAAAACD8/GAO15cm8N0A/s320/DSCN9736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've watched Avatar &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;[Awesome movie by the way]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you would definitely understand :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being,somewhat,motherly towards my own mother. Trust me, it's scary some times. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;greens&lt;/span&gt;. Mhmm! Vegetables make me happy. Especially Kailans. Baby kailans to be specific :) Fried with oyster sauce and garlic. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Passing notes to Wen when she's only sitting next to me and doodling on them with her. Oh the things we doodle on our notes, brings out the retarded-ness in us :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys with nice chest and shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having lunch at Chili's with my buds. That simple :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfecting my hand writing cause SOMEONE &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;[mummy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has been complaining how small they are. I don't like them too either :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those are just a few of things that has made me happy and are continuing to keep me smiling. And it wouldn't be called little things that has made me happy this year if it wasn't for the people whom I adore. I wouldn't know how to thank everybody who has played an important role in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I know some times I tend to lose my cool around you but trust me I am working on that and in hopes we would have a better mother and daughter bond between us. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Though we've been through many hardships, we still have a good relationship. And it's continuing to grow into a better one,as well. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mervin&amp;amp;Swee Fong.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Thanks for inviting me over for dinner! :P And also showing me that you can have fun also while being married. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Edmund.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Thank you for the relationship and femininity advice. Making sure that I could always turn to you for advices. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Desmond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; You've been a total pain in the ass all year round, but you've never failed to point out the fun in life. And no it's not gaming till 1AM :) &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Wen,Kim&amp;amp;Dudu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; You guys have never forsaken me. You've constantly been by my side and loved me for who I am. And it's you people who are not a family member of mine who I feel comfortable opening up to. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Leon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; You're the only friend who never fails to fire back at me with a crude joke. And I like how our friendship runs. Depend on nothing but awesome insults. Retarded,I know. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I've only recently became close to you and I feel more and more comfortable with you. You and Leon have never failed to put a smile on my face :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sorry for all that I have done that hurt you. It was unintentional. And I hope you will forgive just as much as God has forgiven the rest of us and I have to you. Let's forget the bad and keep 2010 a bright and smiling year :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-809063496390655053?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/809063496390655053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/809063496390655053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-new-year-cheers.html' title='To a new year. Cheers :)'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SzavqrGRt2I/AAAAAAAACD0/oV-gXuwL_Wg/s72-c/DSCN9746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-6845979289012063973</id><published>2009-12-26T12:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T12:56:37.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Boxing Day,Humanoids! Had a good Christmas family bonding on Eve and the day itself. New Year's Eve is near and soon it will be Hello 2010. Gosh, I can't believe 2009 is ending! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've a feeling I will be reminiscing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Off to Lunch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a game of Bowling :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-6845979289012063973?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/6845979289012063973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/6845979289012063973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-boxing-dayhumanoids-had-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-3921790830174216328</id><published>2009-12-24T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T02:01:48.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Merry Christmas Eve :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As promised, I have uploaded pictures of Mervin and Swee Fong's Grandkids. My Grandniece and Grandnephews :') . I visited them again not too long ago. And I must say, their mum has done an outstanding job feeding her kids well. They've grown bigger! So proud of her :') . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-3921790830174216328?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/3921790830174216328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/3921790830174216328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-eve-as-promised-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-8309175084449621669</id><published>2009-12-19T09:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T09:18:03.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the clock struck 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'm Baaacckk&lt;/span&gt; ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Millions and millions of apologies. It's not that I've been busy cause Christmas is around the corner &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;[ZOMG, next Friday?!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it's just that I've been feeling darn lazy thinking and crunching on what to blog about. This morning I visited my blog after 187461264 days of total neglect, I realized that my last post was on the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;ELEVENTH OF NOVEMBER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Gah! I'm a horrible,horrible blogger. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;[Not as horrible as Dudu's,though.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hence, this miserable post. Oh, the things I post for the sake of updating my blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On a happier note! My Brother and his wife have become Grandparents after almost 2 months of marriage. 2 boys and a girl &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;[Everybody go 'Awwww']&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So proud'a you guys :') . I'll have to remember to bring a camera when I visit them again. I'll be uploading pictures of my Grandniece and Grandnephews in Facebook.  :P I'll keep you updated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-8309175084449621669?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/8309175084449621669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/8309175084449621669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-clock-struck-12.html' title='And the clock struck 12'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-5215455561071193670</id><published>2009-11-11T01:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T01:42:32.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A little less conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SvmlTLWww0I/AAAAAAAACDs/U8dx2siGgmg/s1600-h/heart.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 117px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SvmlTLWww0I/AAAAAAAACDs/U8dx2siGgmg/s320/heart.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402530976891978562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing I've learn about situations like these, is that you can't pick yourself up all alone. We depend on people who we love. Who returns the favor and love us heartily. And &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;. Cause&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; He&lt;/span&gt; has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; forsaken us.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; He&lt;/span&gt; has been right next to us, pouring love into our hearts. And &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; send these little angels from above to give us hugs. A shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't possibly predict that a person can pick up the pieces and move on the very next day after the break up has happened. They go through a phase everybody goes through. You'll have post-break up disease. And the symptoms are quite easy to discover really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can't eat right&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You constantly wonder if he/she misses you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You don't get a good night's rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You feel like something's inside of you and it's slowly eating you inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You constantly have a sinking feeling inside of you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And it's perfectly normal. It's a learning process. It's alright to cry. It's alright to whine. It's alright to miss someone so badly. Keep &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; in your heart,though. And the people who loves you more than anyone else on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must confess I have gone through it once. And the remedies aren't the best. I shall not dwell on it as I said, and I'm planning to keep my word. I've seen the people who are near and dear to my heart getting hurt. Throwing tantrums. Crying. Getting sleeping disorders. All due to heart breaks. Watching them, is like watching the reenactment of what I,myself, have gone through once upon a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And only if I could reach out to them and tell them how it would really turn out. But I would never get this message across to them. It's a self discovery thing. Keep this in mind,though. Your mum is always right. Now you're going through a phase where your world has just been partially crashed. But listen, with a little bit of laughter,a little bit of faith in your loved ones and it builds right up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You've got to take a leap of faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Just hold on :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SvmlS7eYBKI/AAAAAAAACDk/iGLWbnwxwZA/s1600-h/3500727036_0188840fb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SvmlS7eYBKI/AAAAAAAACDk/iGLWbnwxwZA/s320/3500727036_0188840fb3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402530972628944034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-5215455561071193670?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/5215455561071193670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/5215455561071193670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-less-conversation.html' title='A little less conversation'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SvmlTLWww0I/AAAAAAAACDs/U8dx2siGgmg/s72-c/heart.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-108451120244893998</id><published>2009-11-07T19:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:22:11.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage talk'/><title type='text'>You ain't no temporary high</title><content type='html'>Every time I visit Dudu's blog, I always make a point to vow myself to NEVER neglect my blog the way Dudu has neglected his. Which, obviously was a waste of time. Yes, yes. I have return with an update for you. Recently my family and I were at Thailand to attend my brother's wedding. We also took it as a little vacation. Now, the pictures aren't with me. I'm depending those who were holding a camera to tag me in facebook. And if that doesn't happen. Then, boo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I'm feeling darn lazy and lethargic when it comes to updating my blog. And it's not only this time, but other times too! Gargh! I'll blog when someone has the initiative to motivate Melissa Soon The Lazy Bum :) Daniel Goh, you should update yours too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-108451120244893998?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/108451120244893998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/108451120244893998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-aint-no-temporary-high.html' title='You ain&apos;t no temporary high'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-6185136718824605975</id><published>2009-10-23T12:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T13:08:54.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sudden obsession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage talk'/><title type='text'>Eat chocolate coated fries with me,hun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'll be two steps behind;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SuEx3d7Et0I/AAAAAAAACDY/dzT3oAXYzSg/s1600-h/mel.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SuEx3d7Et0I/AAAAAAAACDY/dzT3oAXYzSg/s320/mel.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395648657561532226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new found hero. Haaave, youmet&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Barney&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SuEwzUC51JI/AAAAAAAACDQ/PBsrTZ4zdfw/s1600-h/barney+stinson.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SuEwzUC51JI/AAAAAAAACDQ/PBsrTZ4zdfw/s320/barney+stinson.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395647486678914194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is totally &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Awesome&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No. Like, seriously. He is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SuEwyojNOgI/AAAAAAAACDA/aftBmKXqBjQ/s1600-h/true+story.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SuEwyojNOgI/AAAAAAAACDA/aftBmKXqBjQ/s320/true+story.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395647475003243010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you so ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those of you who lives under a rock and doesn't watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HIMYM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;(How I Met Your Mother)&lt;/span&gt;, it's a real shame. Cause that show, is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;AWESOME-EST&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sitcom &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt;! I shall spread the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Barney-ness&lt;/span&gt; to you imbeciles :) Hello. So yes, Barney is not your average bachelor that you find in any of them ordinary sitcoms. No :) He's awesome-er.  Don't know if this would sound familiar, but he invented &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The Bro Code&lt;/span&gt; x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The word 'cute' should not be used other than describing a chick they want to bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No bro should make a kissing face in a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Bros before Hoes. Always remember, girlfriends come and go, but your boys are always there. Breaking this rule is to commit the cardinal sin against Team Testosterone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No sex with a bro's ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A bro must never go &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Awww"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Those are only a few of them :) They're disgusting. But you gotta admit, it's funny! :) Eeeeee! Wenzes! I want the 2nd Season of HIMYM! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*griiinnssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah! I can't wait till you loan me Season 2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SuEwy8RxUwI/AAAAAAAACDI/fuvaAY7DVhM/s1600-h/cow.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SuEwy8RxUwI/AAAAAAAACDI/fuvaAY7DVhM/s320/cow.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395647480298820354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Lame&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;James Morrison-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;One Last Chance&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-6185136718824605975?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/6185136718824605975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/6185136718824605975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/10/take-leap-of-faith-eat-chocolate-fries.html' title='Eat chocolate coated fries with me,hun'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SuEx3d7Et0I/AAAAAAAACDY/dzT3oAXYzSg/s72-c/mel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-6534067692542340834</id><published>2009-10-22T20:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:21:35.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage talk'/><title type='text'>We only got 86 400 seconds in a day</title><content type='html'>Melissa's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;obsessing&lt;/span&gt; over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SuBNTtdDDWI/AAAAAAAACCw/vhxKtOXYTIs/s1600-h/roller+coaster+kingdom.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SuBNTtdDDWI/AAAAAAAACCw/vhxKtOXYTIs/s320/roller+coaster+kingdom.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395397354604137826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SuBNTcfoO0I/AAAAAAAACCo/ogWhsrjA6n4/s1600-h/cafe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SuBNTcfoO0I/AAAAAAAACCo/ogWhsrjA6n4/s320/cafe.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395397350051560258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SuBNTJQrk9I/AAAAAAAACCg/amqL8P8SJkM/s1600-h/blitz.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SuBNTJQrk9I/AAAAAAAACCg/amqL8P8SJkM/s320/blitz.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395397344888591314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SuBNTx_DoZI/AAAAAAAACC4/GUsDri6UI3o/s1600-h/dgky.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 104px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SuBNTx_DoZI/AAAAAAAACC4/GUsDri6UI3o/s320/dgky.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395397355820523922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kris Allen-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Live Like We're Dying&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-6534067692542340834?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/6534067692542340834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/6534067692542340834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-only-got-86-400-seconds-in-day.html' title='We only got 86 400 seconds in a day'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SuBNTtdDDWI/AAAAAAAACCw/vhxKtOXYTIs/s72-c/roller+coaster+kingdom.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-1936291971578053776</id><published>2009-10-22T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T00:28:16.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Somebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/St81wHmD2DI/AAAAAAAACCY/Lht572IQ3eA/s1600-h/3500727036_0188840fb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/St81wHmD2DI/AAAAAAAACCY/Lht572IQ3eA/s320/3500727036_0188840fb3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395089979401820210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;guilty pleasure&lt;/span&gt; I'm not going anywhere;&lt;br /&gt;As long as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;you're here&lt;/span&gt;, I'm floating on&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; air&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I found a dress for the wedding dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy,happy girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Beyonce-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sweet Dreams&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-1936291971578053776?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/1936291971578053776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/1936291971578053776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/10/somebody-pinch-me-your-loves-too-good.html' title='Somebody pinch me, your love&apos;s too good to be true'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/St81wHmD2DI/AAAAAAAACCY/Lht572IQ3eA/s72-c/3500727036_0188840fb3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-7542896606341125364</id><published>2009-10-21T08:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T08:11:41.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>You had me at 'Hello'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/St5LEZlgpCI/AAAAAAAACCI/9Xsu66qfpUs/s1600-h/540436173_da1ddb37ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/St5LEZlgpCI/AAAAAAAACCI/9Xsu66qfpUs/s320/540436173_da1ddb37ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394831942596207650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So maybe it's true, I can't live without &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and I hit the town yesterday :) And I'm telling you, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sungei Wang&lt;/span&gt; has a wide selection of cute outfits &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;(not to mention affordable)&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah so anyway, our main objectives were to get me a dress for the wedding dinner, a pair of heels each for me and my mum and a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarong&lt;/span&gt; for my mum's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Kebaya&lt;/span&gt;. That &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;failed&lt;/span&gt; miserably. At least for me it did. I only manage to get a pair of peep-toe heels for the wedding dinner. My mum was happy with her Sarong and overly bedazzled heels &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shows tongue*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt; (I also got me a casual dress and a black top &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*screams&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on this lovely day, Melissa was suppose to wake up at 5.45AM and she should have been in school by now. Instead of doing so, I have decided to skip school! Cause who could possibly resist the seduction of Shopping! Yup! Since my mum and I have yet a mission to accomplish, as of last night, we have decided to hit &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Sunway Pyramid&lt;/span&gt; with the company of my aunt and her two daughters. My cousins need heels, I need a dress. It's like a tag team in this mission,no? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Awe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hopefully I'll find the perfect dress today. Wish me luck!  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;(or the worst case scenario, I'll show up with a pair of jeans and a T ;D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/St5OcBCVFqI/AAAAAAAACCQ/uG3904fLuLU/s1600-h/images_pic-medium-23114-Daisies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/St5OcBCVFqI/AAAAAAAACCQ/uG3904fLuLU/s320/images_pic-medium-23114-Daisies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394835646857942690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I suddenly have an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;obsession&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Daisies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Boys Like Girls-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Two is better than One&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-7542896606341125364?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/7542896606341125364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/7542896606341125364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-maybe-its-true-i-cant-live-without.html' title='You had me at &apos;Hello&apos;'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/St5LEZlgpCI/AAAAAAAACCI/9Xsu66qfpUs/s72-c/540436173_da1ddb37ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-206506103870287583</id><published>2009-10-19T17:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:07:48.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Through the key hole I watch you undress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Stw5RpQenPI/AAAAAAAACCA/9XbDh72ORKI/s1600-h/fe7e972869cf9e04.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Stw5RpQenPI/AAAAAAAACCA/9XbDh72ORKI/s320/fe7e972869cf9e04.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394249428978539762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Love is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt;, love is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;kind&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;    It does not &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;envy&lt;/span&gt;, it does not &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;boast&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;    it is not &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;proud&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;    It is not &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;rude&lt;/span&gt;, it is not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;self-seeking&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;    It is not easily &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;angered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;    it keeps &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;no record of wrongs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;    Love does not delight in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;evil&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;    but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;rejoices&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;    It always &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;protects&lt;/span&gt;, always &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;trusts&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;    always &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;hopes&lt;/span&gt;, always &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;perseveres&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Love never fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bible&lt;br /&gt;    ~I Corinthians 13:4-8~&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world,&lt;br /&gt;Just got home from tea with my mum@ &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Secret Recipe&lt;/span&gt;. Had a piece of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Carrot cake&lt;/span&gt;. Yum. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/happy.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually found my room today.&lt;br /&gt;After hours of vacuuming,&lt;br /&gt;hours of ransacking my side table drawer,&lt;br /&gt;pieces of tissues I used to wipe my runny nose&lt;br /&gt;after sneezing so badly from the dust;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; found my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually looks like a room now &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anyhooooos&lt;/span&gt;, last Saturday I headed to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;One &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Utama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to chill with my loved ones. I gotta say it was awesome, but the movie just ruined it for me. Instead of watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Stwx8uUp7JI/AAAAAAAACBg/nflF3SR72qQ/s1600-h/200px-Cloudy_with_a_chance_of_meatballs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Stwx8uUp7JI/AAAAAAAACBg/nflF3SR72qQ/s320/200px-Cloudy_with_a_chance_of_meatballs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394241372979588242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which,by the way, is the movie I've been waiting to watch for months already.We watched..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Stwx87PouwI/AAAAAAAACBo/UYo0l5FyiJM/s1600-h/200px-Sorority_Row.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Stwx87PouwI/AAAAAAAACBo/UYo0l5FyiJM/s320/200px-Sorority_Row.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394241376448199426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which sucked&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; SO BAD&lt;/span&gt;! Cause I've a weak stomach and there were about 17648713648 gruesome scenes &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Boy when they rated it 18PG they weren't kidding!)&lt;/span&gt; After the movie, I was practically in a shock. And I didn't manage to get me a cup of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Green Tea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Frap&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Caramel Cream&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Frap&lt;/span&gt; cause when we headed there, from a distant, we saw that &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; was under renovation. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; out the whole day, I was inconsolable. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt; I didn't even buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why we watched that movie cause a particular someone wanted to watch that. So I thought,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;" Why not give thriller a shot?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt;. I was on the verge of suicide during the movie. Thank goodness I had you guys there. If I was there alone, I would have probably been curled up into a ball in front of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; after the movie and I would have gone senile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this Sunday, oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hohoho&lt;/span&gt;, this Sunday I shall conquer all! Oh yeah, I'm gonna watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs&lt;/span&gt;! You bet I am! And after the movie! A tall cup of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Caramel Cream&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Frap&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Green Tea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Frap&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;(or maybe I'll make it a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Grande&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;, go wild &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/stunned.gif" /&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. And I'll buy me a new pair of flip flops! Or a top! You hear me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, sorry, all the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Carrot Cake&lt;/span&gt; went to my head. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-206506103870287583?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/206506103870287583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/206506103870287583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/10/through-key-hole-i-watch-you-undress.html' title='Through the key hole I watch you undress'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Stw5RpQenPI/AAAAAAAACCA/9XbDh72ORKI/s72-c/fe7e972869cf9e04.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-2880010742803293144</id><published>2009-10-17T07:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T07:27:20.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage talk'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg, it's&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; 7AM &lt;/span&gt;and I'm already up and occupying the desktop. I shut my eyes for about 30 minutes and still couldn't manage to doze back to sleep. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Paramore-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Adore&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-2880010742803293144?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/2880010742803293144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/2880010742803293144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/10/omg-its-7am-and-im-already-up-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-8480763852363751929</id><published>2009-10-16T08:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:18:05.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>You're a beautiful catastrophe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about my recent absence. Was having my final term examination for 2 weeks. Heh, I only manage to resist using the Internet for 2 days. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/blush.gif" /&gt; The school has decided to prolong our duration of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hell&lt;/span&gt; and slapped us with 2 weeks of it. I was practically dreading to wake up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;every morning&lt;/span&gt;. The exam was so horrible that it affected my first morning of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Freedom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and I started to panic cause I totally forgotten what paper I was having today. And I didn't remember studying yesterday. After 2 minutes of pure panic, I suddenly remembered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Melissa:&lt;/span&gt; Haha!! Melissa, you idiot! It's the 16th today! Exam ended &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep after that. Heh, was exhausted.&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/silly.gif" /&gt; So yeah. That was my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;OMGWTF&lt;/span&gt; moment. Anyhooooss, I told my friends that I'm so looking forward to the holidays that I wanna spend it with them by watching movies,throwing/attending parties,having that All Sports and no bullshit outing with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[Flashback]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working my ass off at One Utama's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Skin Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;PMR&lt;/span&gt; last year, you see.&lt;br /&gt;And my friends didn't do jack.&lt;br /&gt;They were having fun while I was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;working&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They visited me during work,tho.&lt;br /&gt;How &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt; :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So this year, I told them that I wouldn't be working and I'll spend my holidays by having fun with them! But whaddya know, they have decided to work this year! Wonderful! I thought I'd just take a break this yead and work &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;NEXT&lt;/span&gt; year after my SPM. But &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;. They wanna work. This year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Don't work then!"&lt;/span&gt; Well, it may seem that simple &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;(to not work)&lt;/span&gt;, but then again, who am I gonna go to the movies with? Who am I gonna throw a party and invite? Who am I gonna have that All Sports and no bullshit outing with? The only reason why I told myself I'm not getting job this year was because I wanted to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;SPEND TIME WITH MY BUDS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Work then!"&lt;/span&gt; Lazy laah &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt; . But oh well, if I'm gonna keep up with my lazy 'tude I won't be going far into the future. Soooo, Mel has decided to look for a job alongside Wenz,Leon&amp;amp;Wei Hua &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt; I've decided that I'd rather wake up early in the morning during my holiday face my boss and messed up customers with my friends than to stay at home and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; all day&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/silly.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No promises I might actually work though, I change my mind very quickly. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Heee~!&lt;/span&gt; Once again, my friends, I have changed my blog's layout. I fell in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; with this layout since I first laid eyes on it. But had to get rid of it and get a new one. Okay so I didn't really &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt; to get rid of it. I was just being a fussy pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,okay. The last time I used this layout was a long time ago. I found out that my close bud was using it &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;(And she's STILL using it)&lt;/span&gt;, I've this thing about people having the same layout as I have. Don't ask, I don't know either &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt; So long as I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;KNOW&lt;/span&gt; that that person's blog's layout has been pimped out the way mine has, I'll change it. But I'm just so madly in love with this layout, that I decided I don't give a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt; anymore. Hence, the pretty layout. I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've changed the title of my blog once more. It's back to it's original title. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mel-Function.&lt;/span&gt; People say the title of the blog reflects the character of the author. And I think this title &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; describes me. I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; malfunctioning! Or in my term, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;MEL-FUNCTIONING&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/silly.gif" /&gt; Heh! Ohoh! And meet my sister, &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://bakaartist.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Function&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. No, I'm serious! Click it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah! It's almost 9 now, my day goes unplanned. I SO can't wait for tomorrow. I miss hanging out with you guys &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Hmm, and a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Caramel Cream Frap&lt;/span&gt; would be nice,too. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/happy.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-8480763852363751929?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/8480763852363751929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/8480763852363751929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-beautiful-catastrophe.html' title='You&apos;re a beautiful catastrophe'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-7379686463106980491</id><published>2009-10-10T16:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T17:15:05.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Article: Arguments 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back again this time to bring you yet another latest update to this blog! Today's post will be written by, none other than the infamous Dudu Goh (who happens to be the owner of a very under maintained blog)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todays post will be talking about arguments, and how they contribute to a healthy relationship. Arguments aren't actually all bad mojo like most people think they are. In fact, arguments are essential to keeping a relationship healthy and green!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;--&gt;&gt;Emergency Advertisement&lt;&lt;-- &lt;div&gt;Have you heard of the tale of CottonWhite and The Three Snails? If you haven't already, check out &lt;a href="http://gohdudu.blogspot.com/2008/03/cottonwhite-three-snails.html"&gt;part 1&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://gohdudu.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-2-of-cottonwhite-and-three-snails.html"&gt;part 2&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recent studies conducted by the University of Duduland, Obamahoma, have shown that couples who experience arguments 1-2 times a month last longer and are more appreciative of each other. Of course, the couple MUST know the meaning of compromise, and eventually make up and hug and kiss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How is all this possible, you might ask? Well, scientifically, there is no explanation. But social science has a logical explanation for this phenomenon! Here's what Dr. Doo Doo Goh has to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Arguments actually produce a certain hormone called &lt;i&gt;appreciatamenes&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;lovamenes. &lt;/i&gt;These hormones actually make the couples realize the importance of each other, and thus resulting in a stronger and more affectionate love after that".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that said, remember, couples out there! The next time you're faced with a dilemma to argue or not to argue, choose to argue, and argue with your heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy arguing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Stay tuned to another article by Dudu Goh on next month's issue of, Brown Cow + White Cow = Chocolate Milkshake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-7379686463106980491?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/7379686463106980491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/7379686463106980491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/10/article-arguments-101.html' title='Article: Arguments 101'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-2641730811285687001</id><published>2009-10-03T10:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:47:15.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Don't burn the bridge we've built.</title><content type='html'>Have you guys ever had this friend that you could stay up till 3AM and practically talking about &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt; under the moon? And you can't wait to talk to that particular person by the end of your day. Tell him how horrible or great it went.But suddenly he walks out of your life because of one bloody fugging mistake you made? Yeah, I lost that friend. I miss him. I really do. Despite the situation we were in, I thought we would be BFF's. You know what?? I've alot of best friendship issues that it's upsetting me more and more by the second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've this two close friends of mine,right? And they're not talking to each other. One's crying about it, and the other one's apathetic about it. It takes two hands to clap. How the hell is that gonna happen when one of you isn't responding?? I'm trying my best to help you guys. I've been persuading. Please don't let this be a damaged good. You two are my best buds. I don't like this space you guys have between the both you. It's affecting us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this special friend of mine. I miss him dearly. Before I go any further, if you guys are going,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Oh Mai Gawd, she's talking about her boyfriend *rolls eyes*"&lt;/span&gt; I'm so not talking about my love life, you bunch'o sloths. I'm talking about the friend who would call me at 12AM and talk to me till 3AM just so I'd feel better after an awful day. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; friend who I can cry on the phone to when I'm just so angry and frustrated. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; friend who, I believe, God has truly blessed me with. And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; friend I wanna help. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; friend I wanna run to when it's stormy. Where has that friend gone? I know I've burnt a bridge we've once built together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I wanna fix it. Won't you help me fix it,too? I'd still want you to pour your problems on me. I'd still want you to hear mine and we'll help each other out. Nicky, I want you to know I'm still here for you and I'm not giving up on us. We're special buds. You know that. And please don't hide from me. I don't like games. This would probably be like rubbing salt into your wounds. I'm sorry. I just don't think I can stand to watch you walk away like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Mello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-2641730811285687001?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/2641730811285687001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/2641730811285687001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-burn-bridge-weve-built.html' title='Don&apos;t burn the bridge we&apos;ve built.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-1637839692222259698</id><published>2009-09-27T11:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T11:42:24.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The lazy brown cow jumps over the white cow's fence o.O</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! This is melissa's boyfriend dropping in to say Hi from work. Melissa can't be at her blog right now because she has to makan at her mom's restaurant :( &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYI, Melissa spends quite alot of time in her mom's restaurant in Aman Suria called Cempaka Village. &amp;amp; she's always bored! So next time go visit her restaurant and bring cards or a laptop to keep her company aight! ;) Kudos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, im a miserable boyfriend who can't find time to update my own blog, but instead updating my girlfriend's. Oh well :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. gotta install updates on this demo unit and restart it. Signing off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Dudu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-1637839692222259698?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/1637839692222259698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/1637839692222259698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/lazy-brown-cow-jumps-over-white-cows.html' title='The lazy brown cow jumps over the white cow&apos;s fence o.O'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-2143581945108503364</id><published>2009-09-27T10:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T11:21:46.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage talk'/><title type='text'>But I'm down to one last breath</title><content type='html'>I've just been sucked into a whirlpool of Confusion. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;[and a little tinge of OMG. Surprised lah basically]&lt;/span&gt; My mum has Wowed me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ALL WEEK&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*dances and prances around like an idiot*&lt;/span&gt;. I have been procrastinating the entire Raya holiday. I feel like a useless sloth now &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt; Sigh. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's reopening tomorrow and I've approximately 4 days left to fit a WHOLE year's worth of school's bullshit into this tiny head of mine. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*crosses fingers*&lt;/span&gt; On a much brighter note, I just hit level 32 in Sorority Life &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt; It's about the ONLY thing I've accomplished in life that I'm proud of. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;[Oh. uh, and being married on Facebook lah. But whatever. Yay.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with a totally &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*growls*&lt;/span&gt; Go away"&lt;/span&gt; mood. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt; Haven't had that in a long time. But whatever. Oh! Let's do a recap for the week, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hui Mi got the All American Rejects ticket for me. Uhm. Whoo hoo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My younger brother is an incompetent ogre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Kthanksbye! &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Creed-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Six Feet Under&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-2143581945108503364?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/2143581945108503364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/2143581945108503364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/but-im-down-to-one-last-breath.html' title='But I&apos;m down to one last breath'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-3612466227512911909</id><published>2009-09-24T14:02:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T15:57:11.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Knowing that I'll never hold you like I did before the storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, I would first like to sincerely apologize because I was suppose to update about my trip to Penang but I'm feeling rather lazy to type and my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Engly terriber two day oh&lt;/span&gt;. I dunno lah. I've been lethargic for a few days already and I better snap out of it since my finals are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;JUST&lt;/span&gt; around the corner &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt; Speaking of which, I was suppose to start binging on my textbooks after my Penang trip. But as usual, I procrastinated. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;It's been 3 days already&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/sad.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoooo, I left for Penang at about 2ish. Omg lah, who knew it would be so jammed that day. It took us 6 hours to actually reach Penang's soil. Imagine that! But of course, we had piss stops lah. I was dead bored lah k. My ear phones didn't come in handy after all, since I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;FORGOT&lt;/span&gt; to charge my phone the night before the trip and I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;FORGOT&lt;/span&gt; to pack the charger along as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsRBVKXabI/AAAAAAAACAk/IFWI2WMAb40/s1600-h/DSCN8920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsRBVKXabI/AAAAAAAACAk/IFWI2WMAb40/s320/DSCN8920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384916494009723314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to listen to some songs from my phone for about an hour and save some more cellphone juice when we leave from Penang. Which, I had failed to do so &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt; Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsQBSnx-fI/AAAAAAAACAc/9nkc08IaQyY/s1600-h/DSCN8945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsQBSnx-fI/AAAAAAAACAc/9nkc08IaQyY/s320/DSCN8945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384915393816164850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with my mum's former high school classmates when we got there. Didn't really enjoy my dinner that night. After the looong journey&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt; [not to mention I was cellphone-less. Well sorta]&lt;/span&gt; and I was quite tired. So blah! I was uber happy when we checked into the hotel. After I unpacked my stuff and hurried to the bathroom and took a long and good shower. Hell yeah I was a happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I only managed to sleep at 2AM. The AC was freezing my ass off. And on the first night my teddy slept in the car. I forgotten lah kayyyy. And just because I need my teddy bear with me in bed does &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; mean I am a wuss. I'm damn brave wan okay?&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsQA8jFpYI/AAAAAAAACAU/IXK2x23Sy2M/s1600-h/DSCN8948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsQA8jFpYI/AAAAAAAACAU/IXK2x23Sy2M/s320/DSCN8948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384915387890902402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed to the beach with my mum the next morning at 7AM. Desmond had a late night too so we decided to leave him to sleep in the hotel. Gahh! By the time we woke up it was bright already. So that's why there weren't any &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Emo-sun-rise&lt;/span&gt; pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsP_5pQ88I/AAAAAAAACAE/uQPvPKPLXHE/s1600-h/DSCN8965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsP_5pQ88I/AAAAAAAACAE/uQPvPKPLXHE/s320/DSCN8965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384915369931633602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask lah k. That starfruit just grabbed my attention like Whoa. The morning breeze was awesome. I wish my house would be next to beach in the future. Morning jogs by the beach,morning walks by the beach, parties at the beach sounds so awesome.&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/happy.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsPVYZWt5I/AAAAAAAAB_8/RuwnAHfqHjA/s1600-h/DSCN8984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsPVYZWt5I/AAAAAAAAB_8/RuwnAHfqHjA/s320/DSCN8984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384914639452026770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsQARfe18I/AAAAAAAACAM/u5HGn8i4Eh4/s1600-h/DSCN8966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsQARfe18I/AAAAAAAACAM/u5HGn8i4Eh4/s320/DSCN8966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384915376333051842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Mel loves Du-.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel:&lt;/span&gt; Mummy! What's for breakfast??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Short attention span lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum was giving me 5 minutes worth of Geography lesson. She actually drew Penang on the sand and marked which part of the island we were in. Then she looked up and pointed some where FAR ahead and said,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"and over there should be Thailand loh"&lt;/span&gt;. Haha! Adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsPU4IJW5I/AAAAAAAAB_0/AiFyuIm28xk/s1600-h/DSCN8987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsPU4IJW5I/AAAAAAAAB_0/AiFyuIm28xk/s320/DSCN8987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384914630789913490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsPUSzIamI/AAAAAAAAB_s/9oXyuUK4F-U/s1600-h/DSCN8988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsPUSzIamI/AAAAAAAAB_s/9oXyuUK4F-U/s320/DSCN8988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384914620769659490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsPTzqjDvI/AAAAAAAAB_k/RJTdG5MQ1hM/s1600-h/DSCN8989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsPTzqjDvI/AAAAAAAAB_k/RJTdG5MQ1hM/s320/DSCN8989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384914612412157682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"You are here"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsO1pvGz_I/AAAAAAAAB_c/H1aNKHTD81Q/s1600-h/DSCN8990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsO1pvGz_I/AAAAAAAAB_c/H1aNKHTD81Q/s320/DSCN8990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384914094350847986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsO1IvkirI/AAAAAAAAB_U/l3OjNWt7Iy8/s1600-h/DSCN8991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsO1IvkirI/AAAAAAAAB_U/l3OjNWt7Iy8/s320/DSCN8991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384914085494426290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsO0VVRB1I/AAAAAAAAB_M/zeS61h7Ghlk/s1600-h/DSCN8994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsO0VVRB1I/AAAAAAAAB_M/zeS61h7Ghlk/s320/DSCN8994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384914071693887314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsOz4PgkTI/AAAAAAAAB_E/7AHL3HgUs20/s1600-h/DSCN8993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsOz4PgkTI/AAAAAAAAB_E/7AHL3HgUs20/s320/DSCN8993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384914063885111602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't help but noticing that I don't have my mum's features. I don't have her eyes, her nose or her smile. We look so different. Maybe I look more like my dad. Hmm. My younger brother on the other hand looks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;EXACTLY&lt;/span&gt; like my mum. Of course back when SHE was much much younger. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/silly.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've more pictures in the camera, but I'm too lazy to upload it lah. The pictures in Facebook and over here are only half of the pictures I snapped during the trip. Guess I'll upload it some other dayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, because my brother was so tired and had to skip our morning walk by the beach, I accompanied him to the beach after breakfast. It was sunnier then&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/happy.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;. Took a lot of crappy pictures. I was lazy lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsOO-O_QoI/AAAAAAAAB-8/XlQ4MS2Oe9g/s1600-h/DSCN9011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsOO-O_QoI/AAAAAAAAB-8/XlQ4MS2Oe9g/s320/DSCN9011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384913429838381698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsOOYWpdPI/AAAAAAAAB-0/vrtlSPj1R6M/s1600-h/DSCN9020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsOOYWpdPI/AAAAAAAAB-0/vrtlSPj1R6M/s320/DSCN9020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384913419669959922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsNuhgpPRI/AAAAAAAAB-s/X_huDXM69Bs/s1600-h/DSCN9025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsNuhgpPRI/AAAAAAAAB-s/X_huDXM69Bs/s320/DSCN9025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384912872371993874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsNuDkp5PI/AAAAAAAAB-k/IKqT2VjneSo/s1600-h/DSCN9031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsNuDkp5PI/AAAAAAAAB-k/IKqT2VjneSo/s320/DSCN9031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384912864335750386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Love God"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsNtjv_7qI/AAAAAAAAB-c/yaD3s_GoPlU/s1600-h/DSCN9035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsNtjv_7qI/AAAAAAAAB-c/yaD3s_GoPlU/s320/DSCN9035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384912855793397410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsNtAEcFdI/AAAAAAAAB-U/IREDAV8ixIk/s1600-h/DSCN9036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsNtAEcFdI/AAAAAAAAB-U/IREDAV8ixIk/s320/DSCN9036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384912846215452114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsMtSNLsgI/AAAAAAAAB-M/Qn45NqeThhI/s1600-h/DSCN9042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsMtSNLsgI/AAAAAAAAB-M/Qn45NqeThhI/s320/DSCN9042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384911751572337154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsMs2MjM8I/AAAAAAAAB-E/_B1r_CZm-q0/s1600-h/DSCN9046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsMs2MjM8I/AAAAAAAAB-E/_B1r_CZm-q0/s320/DSCN9046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384911744053490626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jay Sean-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Down&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-3612466227512911909?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/3612466227512911909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/3612466227512911909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/knowing-that-ill-never-hold-you-like-i.html' title='Knowing that I&apos;ll never hold you like I did before the storm'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrsRBVKXabI/AAAAAAAACAk/IFWI2WMAb40/s72-c/DSCN8920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-5391590038475330377</id><published>2009-09-17T19:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:43:41.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>I fell in love with the boy in the rock show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Text Message:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. God. I'm really freaked out about my thumb... =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHAHAHA.. Freaky thumb!! Go get it checked&lt;br /&gt;this weekend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I just told my dad.&lt;br /&gt;I'm only using my left thumb as we text! =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww poor freaky thumb girl.&lt;br /&gt;We'll stop texting now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we didn't! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I love my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrIdwxOQvXI/AAAAAAAAB9g/yG9Z88mXHq0/s1600-h/homework.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrIdwxOQvXI/AAAAAAAAB9g/yG9Z88mXHq0/s320/homework.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382397228345245042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finished 4 chapters worth of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Additional Mathematics&lt;/span&gt; shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So the Raya holidays have already begun since 1.15PM of this afternoon. Gosh, when you're in high school the word holiday seems immune to you after a while. There's no point calling it a holiday when you still have to binge on textbooks. So not fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking forward to the weekends &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/happy.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pee-Ass:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to text me this weekend. I'm not quite enthused by the amount of hours I'll be spending in the car. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt; Hopefully I'll get my headsets tomorrow. Otherwise I'm pretty much &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"Shit Canned"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;[quoted from Norman from Yes Man] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Greenday-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;21 Guns&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-5391590038475330377?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/5391590038475330377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/5391590038475330377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-fell-in-love-with-boy-in-rock-show.html' title='I fell in love with the boy in the rock show'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SrIdwxOQvXI/AAAAAAAAB9g/yG9Z88mXHq0/s72-c/homework.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-3249401318263192269</id><published>2009-09-16T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T19:55:16.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage talk'/><title type='text'>OwhMaiGawd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;s&gt;Piano class@8.30Pm Wednesday 16.09.09&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Canceled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;OMGWTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously, sometimes my piano instructor gets on my nerves. Not only does she suck in English, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt; try to understand her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;powderful Engly&lt;/span&gt; sometimes but it's just hard, the way she arranges my classes are so weird! Just because my mum pays her according to the number of classes I attend &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;[Every 4 lessons]&lt;/span&gt; she jams 276278412 lessons in one night. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;WTF?&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; like replacements not because I'm lazy &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;[tho it IS one of the reasons]&lt;/span&gt; but simply because I don't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;NEED&lt;/span&gt; it. Hello? I'm not taking the exam anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is stupid. I feel so retarded tonight. I've 9 chapters worth of Additional Mathematics exercises to finish. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;YES! NINE!&lt;/span&gt; Okay lah, maybe that sounded a little &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ohmaigawddublateeeff!&lt;/span&gt; I just didn't finish a few questions here and there. Blah! Same difference lah kan? *smacks head* And I've to seriously start studying for my final term examination. Ooooh! If only Facebook has a study club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-3249401318263192269?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/3249401318263192269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/3249401318263192269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/owhmaigawd.html' title='OwhMaiGawd'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-8708554456547239664</id><published>2009-09-16T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:26:21.013+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage talk'/><title type='text'>I try to keep you sheltered from it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mel:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nick's taller than me. He's normal sized I suppose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;If Nick's normal sized WHAT AM I?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mel:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt; nono! I mean.. He's.. normal! *laughs* Hey! I'm short too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;That's different! When girls are short people call them petite. When guys are short, people call them imps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mel:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;*laughs even harder*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to get a new pair of flip flops. And a new pair of shorts. And maybe a few tops. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/sad.gif" /&gt; Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Colbie Caillat-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Oxygen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-8708554456547239664?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/8708554456547239664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/8708554456547239664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-try-to-keep-you-sheltered-from-it.html' title='I try to keep you sheltered from it'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-7564026308581324354</id><published>2009-09-15T11:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T13:25:31.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Choking on your alibis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Consuming fire fan into flame,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; A passion for &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Your Name&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Sq8cJ4yFYOI/AAAAAAAAB8k/oB6c_Z8FE_M/s1600-h/200px-Campfire_Pinecone.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Sq8cJ4yFYOI/AAAAAAAAB8k/oB6c_Z8FE_M/s320/200px-Campfire_Pinecone.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381551035917885666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I've a thing for polka dots now and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I do &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wear polka dotted clothes. I just like it as my blog layout. I think it's cute and simple. I like simple &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/happy.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt; Anywayyy, Melissa skipped school today. Yes she did. Why? Cause her friends skipped too. Oh my gosh, that sounded really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh! Did I mention I'm having a short holiday with my Mummy and the little &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Devil&lt;/span&gt; in Penang this weekend. Hmm the last time I visited Penang I wished I had an extra stomach and I wanted to try out the jet ski&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/sad.gif" /&gt; Sigh, hopefully this time I get to try the jet ski mummy? &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt; Ugh! And the food at New Lane. Omg I'm so gonna binge on the porridge. They dump loads of crap in there. Like seriously lah. Clams, century egg, groundnuts, fried pigs' intestine etc. etc. Kay it only &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOUNDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; disgusting, but it totally tastes awesome weyh! It's like heaven in your mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err, I'm freaking myself out. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/confused.gif" /&gt; Anyway, I'll feed you hungry people with pictures after my trip yeh? Hopefully this time I REMEMBER to take pictures during the trip. Otherwise I'd have to blog it out. And Melissa's known for her laziness and procrastinating&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt; Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You're a legend when it comes to Procrastinating"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa's a Legend. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/cool.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Sq8SErLlLfI/AAAAAAAAB8c/dlhuq0R0KAo/s1600-h/tweet.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Sq8SErLlLfI/AAAAAAAAB8c/dlhuq0R0KAo/s320/tweet.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381539951251107314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On a not so relevant note, I'm officially quitting from Twitter. I'm losing my Followers by the day and I've got facebook to update my status. So Twitter isn't exactly necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Matchbook Romance-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Monsters&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-7564026308581324354?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/7564026308581324354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/7564026308581324354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/choking-on-your-alibis.html' title='Choking on your alibis'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Sq8cJ4yFYOI/AAAAAAAAB8k/oB6c_Z8FE_M/s72-c/200px-Campfire_Pinecone.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-2071697360119083235</id><published>2009-09-14T21:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:17:50.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage talk'/><title type='text'>Swimming through sick lullbies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wenzes:&lt;/span&gt; Your hair so &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melissa:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, every morning I soak my hair in a pile of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Whaddafu-..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And what possessed Melissa Soon to say that, nobody knows. It just came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about a week ago Edmund went crazy with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;limewire&lt;/span&gt; and starting downloading shit loads of songs. Guess what he's into now? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bob Marley.&lt;/span&gt; To those of you who are going &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Whaddafugshesay?&lt;/span&gt; Bob Marley's the dude who sang &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Don't Worry,Be Happy&lt;/span&gt;. Know that song? Know it? Know it? Familiar kan? He also sang songs like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;No Woman No Cry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so anyway, Melissa's currently hooked on to Bob Marley's mellow songs. They're just so laid back and makes you kick back and relax. And it has a little &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;optimism&lt;/span&gt; in it. I like it. Ohoh! And my brother also downloaded the song &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;My Girl&lt;/span&gt; by The Temptations. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;O.M.G&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;[aduh one of those rare bimbotic moments]&lt;/span&gt; I love that song lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Temptations-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Girl&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-2071697360119083235?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/2071697360119083235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/2071697360119083235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/swimming-through-sick-lullbies.html' title='Swimming through sick lullbies'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-4678268362275570063</id><published>2009-09-12T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T21:55:59.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got the breath of a last cigarette on my teeth</title><content type='html'>Right after dinner I had a sudden urge to blog. I've no idea why either. I'll try to think of something along the way. Could be fun. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/happy.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desmond:&lt;/span&gt; How do you create a blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel:&lt;/span&gt; Go to blogger.com lah. There's like huge sign that says &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Create Blog"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desmond:&lt;/span&gt; I can't! I tried that d..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel:&lt;/span&gt; You need a gmail account lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. My baby brother, or as Edmund would call him,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"The little spawn of Devil"&lt;/span&gt;, is starting a blog of his own. Welcome to the blogging world, short stuff. Tho I vaguely remember creating a blog for you a couple'a years back. Oh well. So what's Desmond Soon's new gmail address?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SqujTUWKwVI/AAAAAAAAB7o/too1MFgrTw8/s1600-h/Mel%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SqujTUWKwVI/AAAAAAAAB7o/too1MFgrTw8/s320/Mel%27s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380573732098720082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously lah. You are disgusting. Try picturing a turkey wearing a jock strap now. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt; Whatever lah. Can't wait till the grand opening of your blog. Big sister's gonna spam your little chatbox till you wish you had never created a blog &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was in dire need to go for a swim or play badminton this afternoon. Sigh. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt; I ended up watching Entourage Season 1 instead. So pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pwned #1:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Text Message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel:&lt;/span&gt; Dad wanna play badminton today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dad:&lt;/span&gt; Girl, I would love to. But I'm not feeling well today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel:&lt;/span&gt; It's okay. Get well soon then :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Pwned #2:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel:&lt;/span&gt; OhMyGosh! Edmund can bring me what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Conscience: Idiot. He's in Penang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Pwned #3:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Text Message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel:&lt;/span&gt; Hey Nette. Wanna play badminton today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chanette:&lt;/span&gt; Hey, sorry.. I'm actually leaving for church now. Sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt; Nobody could come out to play today. Sigh. On a brighter note, it's a Sunday tomorrow. I get to crash as late as I want. I smell a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Movie Marathon&lt;/span&gt; tonight &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/happy.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt; Speaking of which, I think I'll do a Movie Marathon after the exams. Up and G-force in one day. Final Destination 4 and District 9 the next. Sounds &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;g&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;o&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;o&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;d&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pitbull-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hotel Room&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-4678268362275570063?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/4678268362275570063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/4678268362275570063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-got-breath-of-last-cigarette-on-my.html' title='I&apos;ve got the breath of a last cigarette on my teeth'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SqujTUWKwVI/AAAAAAAAB7o/too1MFgrTw8/s72-c/Mel%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-7343117848722637434</id><published>2009-09-12T15:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T16:07:48.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage talk'/><title type='text'>When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul</title><content type='html'>I feel like shit now. Totally woke up with an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;omgwtf&lt;/span&gt; mood and I haven't watched..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SqtOc9_RkdI/AAAAAAAAB7g/BEPswhxHhTY/s1600-h/My+Documents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SqtOc9_RkdI/AAAAAAAAB7g/BEPswhxHhTY/s320/My+Documents.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380480439407448530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to be going against me recently. It's just frustrating. Oh my god and this is the 26753326th time using the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"frustrating"&lt;/span&gt; this week. Cause I am! My room is in a mess. Or rather my room is the mess. I can't remember the last time I tried looking for something without yelling,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Where the hell is it?! I put it on my table just yesterday!"&lt;/span&gt;. I can't even remember the last time I made my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends aren't talking to each other. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt;And it's not like they aren't close to me. They are! They're my best friend and one of my closest buddy. Can you believe it? There not even fighting. They haven't been arguing about anything but they're just not talking. Seriously you two, it really sucks to see you guys being like this. If neither of you &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"dare/know how to approach"&lt;/span&gt;. The both of you pretty much got &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;shit canned&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;All American Rejects&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are performing in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Central Park on the 10th of October&lt;/span&gt;. Edmund doesn't like them and said, and I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quote&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"they're queers"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt;. Hui Mi's mum gave the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hell-to-the-no&lt;/span&gt; Look cause the concert's after the first week of our final exam. It just sucks lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fifth crystal casing broke earlier this week. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;FIFTH&lt;/span&gt;. In one year. How the hell-... I need a silicon cover lah. My phone is busted and scratched up like she's been thru 1724618 rounds of cat-fights. Sigh my poor phone. Not to mention after my brother allegedly snatched my phone and thumbed too hard on the screen leaving a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HUGE ASS&lt;/span&gt; blob in my screen. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bitter.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pencil case is starting to lose weight. I thought I bought a lot of pens,erasers,pen refill,an elephant, an aeroplane, a pie etc etc to fill up her tummy?! This sucks lah. Everything pretty much sucked for me this week.  Did I mention I'm continuing piano? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SUCKS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/sad.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All in all,&lt;br /&gt;Melissa wants to kill a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;United Hillsong-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Consuming Fire&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-7343117848722637434?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/7343117848722637434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/7343117848722637434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-your-mind-breaks-spirit-of-your.html' title='When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SqtOc9_RkdI/AAAAAAAAB7g/BEPswhxHhTY/s72-c/My+Documents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-8951700827557615217</id><published>2009-09-10T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:28:06.223+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage talk'/><title type='text'>Let's run away tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Now why on earth would she change her layout? The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; polka dots and white background was so simple! But people, I visited one of my good friend's blog today. And found out she has the same layout as I did. So I decided to change it to something different. Yeah yeah, you guys are going,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"What makes you so sure that OTHER bloggers aren't using the same layout as you're using NOW?!"&lt;/span&gt;. Well so long as I do not stumble on my friend's blogs that have the same layout as I do I'm fine I guess. Aiyuh, I'm weird like that lah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel:&lt;/span&gt; Go away! I don't wanna see your face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kwan Yang:&lt;/span&gt; You go away lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel:&lt;/span&gt; But I sat here first! So you go lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kwan Yang:&lt;/span&gt; Just walk away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel:&lt;/span&gt; You walk lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kwan Yang:&lt;/span&gt; Too lazy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel:&lt;/span&gt; I'm lazy too what! Go away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kwan Yang:&lt;/span&gt; Ian! Faster talk cock lah! *&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;laughs&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ian:&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;laughs&lt;/span&gt;* Thinkingg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel:&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Laughs&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I win lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Planet Shakers-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Beautiful Saviour&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-8951700827557615217?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/8951700827557615217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/8951700827557615217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-run-away-tonight.html' title='Let&apos;s run away tonight'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-4987970879609422184</id><published>2009-09-10T15:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T16:53:48.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage talk'/><title type='text'>Escapism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Sqi8-PoUw2I/AAAAAAAAB7M/Et95RzqPegc/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Sqi8-PoUw2I/AAAAAAAAB7M/Et95RzqPegc/s320/Picture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379757532427633506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been having rather a complicating week. Every thing's been so hectic. My moods been messing with me and I can't think straight. Every thing's falling at the wrong time. Of course I do turn to my friends to seek for advice and I turn to Him to seek for comfort and guidance. But I can only vent so much to my friends, it's hard to feel contented. Hence the title of today's post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;NEED&lt;/span&gt; to escape. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WANT&lt;/span&gt; to escape. Being in a situation like this makes me feel so stressed out and frustrated. And no this isn't the&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; "once a month"&lt;/span&gt; thing,okayy. I'm like dead serious. I just wish that I could just brush everything off my shoulders and walk away from everything. But I can't. Cause if I do I'd be in a whole lot more mess right now. And that's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; smileys in today's post. Cause &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; smileys are for when I am :) and not :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been trying to think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; and keep myself smiling and be happy. But somethings just can't be ignored you know? It keeps slapping you to acknowledge it and to solve it. And finals are in 3 weeks, how to smile lah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;I just need my dummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ali Lohan-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;All The Way Around&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-4987970879609422184?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/4987970879609422184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/4987970879609422184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/escapism.html' title='Escapism'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Sqi8-PoUw2I/AAAAAAAAB7M/Et95RzqPegc/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-892605714057524642</id><published>2009-09-08T18:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T19:27:51.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage talk'/><title type='text'>You are fashionably sensitive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SqY3Ec2NIFI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/XLjJjp_jzA8/s1600-h/507350607_e5a1d52fd9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SqY3Ec2NIFI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/XLjJjp_jzA8/s320/507350607_e5a1d52fd9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379047354543186002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Hello world!&lt;/span&gt; Had a rather interesting week. Hmm, can't complain. Thank &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; for blessing me with guidance during times of hardships. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/happy.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I'm contented. Anyway, this wouldn't be a long post. Don't have much to blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I got to watch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SqY3fozH4hI/AAAAAAAAB6g/d-NzEcTyhGY/s1600-h/200px-Orphan_Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SqY3fozH4hI/AAAAAAAAB6g/d-NzEcTyhGY/s320/200px-Orphan_Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379047821607952914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;with Dudu. &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My rating 8/10.&lt;/span&gt; I'm proud of myself really. In during most scenes I kept my eyes opened! Err, I think so lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Urgh! The next time Melissa Soon's going out for a movie, she'd better catch G-Force. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/sad.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's been a while since I got to watch a Disney's Pixar film. Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bleh, I feel like &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt; now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm sorry. I promise the next post would be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;PROPER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; update. With pictures and words all balanced out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Oh! Did I mention my final term examination begins on the 2nd of October? Yup,yup! So it means my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"proper update"&lt;/span&gt; would only be published &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;AFTER&lt;/span&gt; my exams. Oh the joy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Also..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;I won't be going out till my exams are over.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt; Sorry Nick Nack Pady Wack. I don't think Up will still be screening till then. Hopefully we can catch G-Force. Tho I'll make an exception for sports. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[Swimming,badminton etc.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;I won't be online as often till exams are over.&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; pop by online every now and then lah. Check on Nuffy. Check my Facebook Notifications. I just won't be playing Sorority Life from breakfast till dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;No more procrastinating.&lt;/span&gt; Gosh if only it was easier done than said, I'd be the Queen of the World! &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/cool.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You people have to stop texting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Well not completely lah. I mean don't text me so often. I need time people. And I'm not looking forward to hearing another one of my mum's infamous lectures at home. Sigh it's rather sickening,really. Oh Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Think I'm gonna put a full stop to this post soon. Well there you go. 4 excruciating things I've resist until final term is over. Sigh, and after that. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; highlights baby! Nope. I ain't shitting. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; highlights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/winky.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Swing,swing,swing from the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;tangles&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;crushed&lt;/span&gt; by a former love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Can you help me find a way to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;carry on again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jewel-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hands&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-892605714057524642?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/892605714057524642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/892605714057524642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-are-fashionably-sensitive.html' title='You are fashionably sensitive'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SqY3Ec2NIFI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/XLjJjp_jzA8/s72-c/507350607_e5a1d52fd9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-2763768847781914311</id><published>2009-09-06T13:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:11:50.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>I'm sinking slowly so hurry hold me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SqNRfNVOsNI/AAAAAAAAB50/LpY8cLUc-UY/s1600-h/grass.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SqNRfNVOsNI/AAAAAAAAB50/LpY8cLUc-UY/s320/grass.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378231976607002834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Suddenly the grass is &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;greener&lt;/span&gt; on my side.&lt;br /&gt;Thank &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. Thank &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A proper update coming soon &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/happy.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hillsongs United-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mighty To Save&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-2763768847781914311?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/2763768847781914311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/2763768847781914311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-sinking-slowly-so-hurry-hold-me.html' title='I&apos;m sinking slowly so hurry hold me'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SqNRfNVOsNI/AAAAAAAAB50/LpY8cLUc-UY/s72-c/grass.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-1459409843365427753</id><published>2009-09-04T22:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:38:40.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage talk'/><title type='text'>You and blank texts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've 10 chapters worth of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Moral notes&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to be done an handed in by next Wednesday. &lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/angry.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I manage to sleep with my teddy bear throughout the whole night without finding it on the floor the next morning.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;wtf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've earned another 50 cents &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;thanks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to you guys for clicking my ads &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nicknames have been given to me by two different people in one week.&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt; Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My bill has sky rocketed from 100 bucks to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;173 bucks&lt;/span&gt; in 2 weeks. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt; Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My next post would be a proper one. So get ready for vomit of pictures in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I'm in love with Tyson Ritter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think after this week, I'm no longer your number 1 stalker Leon &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/sad.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been deprived from sleep for the past week now. Hopefully I'll claim those hours I had spent tossing and turning in bed next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Melissa is watching Orphan tomorrow. Grrr! And I wanna get me a pair of&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;flip flops&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Colbie Caillat-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fallin For You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-1459409843365427753?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/1459409843365427753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/1459409843365427753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-and-blank-texts.html' title='You and blank texts.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-1741537819263290484</id><published>2009-09-02T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:49:18.012+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage talk'/><title type='text'>A quickie (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; Why are some girls open about things and some aren't? Take *bleep* for instance, she's always FLAUNTING she's got her period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel:&lt;/span&gt; O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; But you're different la, you only tell us when we ask you why you're so moody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel:&lt;/span&gt; Gah! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;*laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was just quite shocked that he was suddenly talking me about period &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And on &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt; random times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; Smelly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel:&lt;/span&gt; Chrissyy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;God bless you&lt;/span&gt;, cabbage boy &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/happy.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm gonna get me a pair of Wedgies and flip flops this weekend. I probably want a new top too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt; Urgh! The guilt just keeps piling up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-1741537819263290484?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/1741537819263290484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/1741537819263290484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/quickie.html' title='A quickie (:'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-3682050539300867555</id><published>2009-08-31T09:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:54:43.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>ADV: G-StringsForce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Merdeka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; people !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wouldn't say I'm the most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;patriotic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Malaysian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[Who is at this age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;However, I do love Malaysia. Only because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;we have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nasi Lemak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maggi goreng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I always thought my name was horrible till I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;-d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; my name and found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;an impostor who's using my name to ruin me&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; a girl whose name I can't stop laughing at. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm Sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpsxxVOD4AI/AAAAAAAAB5U/zHU0QJ_2VEk/s1600-h/melissa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 53px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpsxxVOD4AI/AAAAAAAAB5U/zHU0QJ_2VEk/s320/melissa.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375945303776288770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Melissa Soon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Shitting&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Shie Ting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/blush.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;On a not so relevant topic, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;STILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;haven't watched Up &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;[Lucky you Nick&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; nor have I watched Orphan yet and already there's another awesome movie called G-Force coming soon. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;[This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; happening&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/sad.gif" /&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; I've watched the trailer at it was hands down &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Awesome&lt;/span&gt;. Even just by watching the trailer I already have a favorite character &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/silly.gif" /&gt; Everybody! Meet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Sps2NM6KZ4I/AAAAAAAAB5c/dPNZY_wDJPY/s1600-h/gfroce.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Sps2NM6KZ4I/AAAAAAAAB5c/dPNZY_wDJPY/s320/gfroce.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375950180628195202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeshh, the clown of the movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Even his hair do's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;! Oh Gosh, this post's making me wanna watch it so badly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Nuffnang better gimme them tickets otherwise I've to watch it with my twat brother. Or! You guys could catch G-force in cinemas 4th September 2009 with me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; You guys could do the honors of paying for my ticket! No. Seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;object classid=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Sps36S43gaI/AAAAAAAAB5k/ZPrzsDDeAUA/s1600-h/g-force-poster-hair-force-o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Sps36S43gaI/AAAAAAAAB5k/ZPrzsDDeAUA/s320/g-force-poster-hair-force-o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375952054839116194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Eminem-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Purple Hills&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-3682050539300867555?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/3682050539300867555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/3682050539300867555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/08/adv-g-strings-force.html' title='ADV: G-&lt;s&gt;Strings&lt;/s&gt;Force'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpsxxVOD4AI/AAAAAAAAB5U/zHU0QJ_2VEk/s72-c/melissa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-1323348783146573062</id><published>2009-08-30T17:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:36:58.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage talk'/><title type='text'>Mystery the moon a hole in the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SppFnKLL6dI/AAAAAAAAB5M/48_mJg--1b8/s1600-h/Mel%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SppFnKLL6dI/AAAAAAAAB5M/48_mJg--1b8/s320/Mel%27s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375685644268595666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nope! He hasn't feel that UPSR pressure yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He still manages to sing,pick his nose and complain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;while practicing Mathematics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mummy&lt;/span&gt;/Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mummyy, how do you say 5 in Cantonese?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Is it ng or mm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mm. Eh ng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ng?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;No! it's ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ng!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Minutes after that I finally got what she was trying to tell me. Mm it's ng.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt; [Mhm, it's ng.]&lt;/span&gt; D'oh! Sigh, I feel so apathetic and lethargic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;s&gt;I've a Birthday dinner to attend to later on in Tropicana. Sigh I'm not up for it simply because I haven't got my hair done. I need a new do &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/sad.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. And I don't know what to wear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm not going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jason Mraz-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;0% Interest&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-1323348783146573062?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/1323348783146573062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/1323348783146573062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/08/mystery-moon-hole-in-sky.html' title='Mystery the moon a hole in the sky'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SppFnKLL6dI/AAAAAAAAB5M/48_mJg--1b8/s72-c/Mel%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-7624713025111312389</id><published>2009-08-30T13:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:42:37.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage talk'/><title type='text'>Let the waves crash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My name is Melissa Soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'Nuff said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-7624713025111312389?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/7624713025111312389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/7624713025111312389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-waves-crash.html' title='Let the waves crash'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-4176153580668788098</id><published>2009-08-30T10:27:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:09:39.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Don't you see baby this is perfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been procrastinating all week. Sigh. I feel Uber miserable this holiday. I feel so Zombie like and lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't have the pool party simply because I was being a lazy donkey and haven't planned things out properly. The invitations weren't done either! &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt; I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am sooo pathetic that I Facebook all day and succumbed to rant on my blog. Poor blog &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/sad.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2nd sem holiday's closing up and I haven't done any of my homework; nor anthing productive. I can't even remember the last time I felt so psyched and determined while doing my homework. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need a hug. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/sad.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't text so much from now till mid September, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;s&gt;I've gone pass my post paid limit&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So you non-DiGi people, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maaf&lt;/span&gt; ya &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt; I'll try getting me a Hotlink prepaid. On a non-relevant topic, I'm starting to not like texting. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FML x 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My obssession for Sorority Life is beginning to grow. Sigh. Not proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven't watched Orphan &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;OR&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Up yet. Sigh, will only get to watch it next weekend. Oh Friday, please hurry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been feeling super lethargic all week and I haven't got enough of sleep. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;[Note that I sleep at 3 and wake up at 5 then fall back asleep at 6 and wake up at 8]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/sad.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This dude who used to go to the same school as I do back in Primary school, he got my number from my friend and starts phone-stalking me. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/wtf.gif" /&gt; I believe not getting my replies for a month sends a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;STRONG&lt;/span&gt; message. So you gotta stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanted a new do but I never got around it. Sigh. Oh well, next Friday then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's my Best Friend's birthday today and I'm not out trying more accessories with her at the mall &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt; Next week okay Kim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't get to buy new flipflops or a pair of Wedgies this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was so hungry one night I made mashed potatoes &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;[instant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;]&lt;/span&gt; then threw it away &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/confused.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm soo lame I've been talking to my friends through Facebook. Some of them were quite annoyed that I haven't been on WLM for sometime and instead I talk to them through Facebook. But I was using the laptop! I was updating it then an error occured and I never bothered fixing it since. Sorry lah, at least the Facebook chat box makes that cool &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"pop" &lt;/span&gt;sound&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt; Spoken like a true&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Idiot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm gonna stop now cause I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kesian&lt;/span&gt; you people &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now don't go all &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; with me,k? I never stated any specific category for this list. On a brighter note, my blog doesn't look like some emotional-flowery chick hurled on it. I think the layout of a blog reflects the character of the author. So yeah, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I AM a happy girl&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpnywX3rgHI/AAAAAAAAB4c/iOxZwjMtHv8/s1600-h/HappyBirthday62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpnywX3rgHI/AAAAAAAAB4c/iOxZwjMtHv8/s320/HappyBirthday62.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375594543098593394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Spn5vGYfONI/AAAAAAAAB4s/qTyhR2DmpQM/s1600-h/blank+kim.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Spn5vGYfONI/AAAAAAAAB4s/qTyhR2DmpQM/s320/blank+kim.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375602217805887698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ze'Best Friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aiyuh! Sorry lah kae?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She has something against pictures of her being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;posted up in the internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;[That sounded a little wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/confused.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, Happy Sweet 16th Kiwwy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Have a great one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/cool.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Spn3dqegtuI/AAAAAAAAB4k/jYTQo9d3sGg/s1600-h/5215_116049648891_534948891_2364284_3107215_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Spn3dqegtuI/AAAAAAAAB4k/jYTQo9d3sGg/s320/5215_116049648891_534948891_2364284_3107215_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375599719233926882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wenzes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The girl who doesn't feel bad for picking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;on the fat kids in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Only one in particular actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She's the only girl who meows, bark and howl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;when she's got nothing to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm worried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Sugar-coated 16th Wenzes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/happy.gif" width="15" height="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;McFly-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Obviously&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-4176153580668788098?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/4176153580668788098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/4176153580668788098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-you-see-baby-this-is-perfection.html' title='Don&apos;t you see baby this is perfection'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpnywX3rgHI/AAAAAAAAB4c/iOxZwjMtHv8/s72-c/HappyBirthday62.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-107885599795206231</id><published>2009-08-28T14:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:51:57.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage talk'/><title type='text'>The day we met was like hit and run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My younger brother spends his holiday being cooped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;up in the house all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He does &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt; but plays Counter Strike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[Zombie mode]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;in Garena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I found that quite interesting at first, but playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it EVERYDAY? It's just too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But that's what he does!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Every day. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So my mum decided to bring him out grocery shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Which was one of the stupidest things ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"OhMyGod! Poison!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Spd__nKXZGI/AAAAAAAAB4M/kL32VOYodW0/s1600-h/Mel%27s6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Spd__nKXZGI/AAAAAAAAB4M/kL32VOYodW0/s320/Mel%27s6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374905411110921314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Does THIS look like poison to you??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpeA4yVHuRI/AAAAAAAAB4U/9hOv4ULIU20/s1600-h/Mel%27s+4058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpeA4yVHuRI/AAAAAAAAB4U/9hOv4ULIU20/s320/Mel%27s+4058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374906393361365266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"Eh! What's a Durex?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That's why we shouldn't bring him grocery shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Ashlee Simpson-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Love Makes The World Go Round&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-107885599795206231?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/107885599795206231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/107885599795206231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-we-met-was-like-hit-and-run.html' title='The day we met was like hit and run'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Spd__nKXZGI/AAAAAAAAB4M/kL32VOYodW0/s72-c/Mel%27s6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-5107550083443273018</id><published>2009-08-27T15:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:52:42.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Assure me it's okay to use my heart and not my eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpY0XN_5CtI/AAAAAAAAB24/5h-yQLwIzU0/s1600-h/birthday_candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpY0XN_5CtI/AAAAAAAAB24/5h-yQLwIzU0/s320/birthday_candles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374540778812541650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpY2Z2Q_zzI/AAAAAAAAB3A/Nj5tuzcaSEk/s1600-h/5694_143636698697_574763697_3401099_1959760_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpY2Z2Q_zzI/AAAAAAAAB3A/Nj5tuzcaSEk/s320/5694_143636698697_574763697_3401099_1959760_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374543023004700466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;The girl who wouldn't take no for an answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;and 80% of her time in school are invested in sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She goes hyper&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;[Like fugging hyper]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;for concerts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;and she galvanizes whenever she wants to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpY5q7P3MaI/AAAAAAAAB3o/lGbUPOd4Blo/s1600-h/ys.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpY5q7P3MaI/AAAAAAAAB3o/lGbUPOd4Blo/s320/ys.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374546614934778274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aiyuh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What can I say about you lah Sern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You're the worst friend I've ever had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We've known each other for 9 blardy years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and you forgot my birthday ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But that's what makes you so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Special&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The retarded-fugly idiot. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Hoobastank-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Crawling In The Dark&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-5107550083443273018?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/5107550083443273018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/5107550083443273018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/08/assure-me-its-okay-to-use-my-heart-and.html' title='Assure me it&apos;s okay to use my heart and not my eyes'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpY0XN_5CtI/AAAAAAAAB24/5h-yQLwIzU0/s72-c/birthday_candles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-173518371064891331</id><published>2009-08-26T18:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:54:00.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage talk'/><title type='text'>Give me one more chance to save me from this road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;When you suddenly realize something's wrong;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpULue0wYeI/AAAAAAAAB2M/W7p3FY5Xpso/s1600-h/1-sceneries-germany.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpULue0wYeI/AAAAAAAAB2M/W7p3FY5Xpso/s320/1-sceneries-germany.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374214623512781282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;You can't just wait for something to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Chase after it like you're chasing a Frisbee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;" &gt;--------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been Mega bored today. I've been Kimmy-Text Free today. She's been busy since this afternoon ): No it wasn't Gossip Girls or One Tree Hill. It was something&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;MUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;worst.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;TUITION&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Boo you multiplied by one hundred Kim! Boo you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpUMi_Z_nhI/AAAAAAAAB2U/nl0nBQ4z_YU/s1600-h/convo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpUMi_Z_nhI/AAAAAAAAB2U/nl0nBQ4z_YU/s320/convo.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374215525612101138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Facebook's the best thing a human has ever come up with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;apart from Hollywood &amp;amp; Auto spray ass cleaning toilets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-173518371064891331?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/173518371064891331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/173518371064891331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/08/give-me-one-more-chance-to-save-me-from.html' title='Give me one more chance to save me from this road'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpULue0wYeI/AAAAAAAAB2M/W7p3FY5Xpso/s72-c/1-sceneries-germany.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-2852512564805607411</id><published>2009-08-24T15:11:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:57:07.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Now we're broken on the floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;So on Saturday my family and I had dinner at..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpJF6R3ry7I/AAAAAAAABzY/jdgcqegB4gM/s1600-h/Mel%27s+4014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpJF6R3ry7I/AAAAAAAABzY/jdgcqegB4gM/s320/Mel%27s+4014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373434172938111922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Mhm. And it was in Port Klang. It's far. But it was sure in hell worth getting moshed at the backseat for 30 minutes (: So the purpose of this dinner was to just have dinner! During my dad's lunch break, he goes to that restuarant with his collueges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;He thought the food was great. Hence, our dinner at Perlama Restaurant (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How nice,no? Oh did I mention that the restaurant was located by a river? So we left Pee-Jay at about 6.45PM, which was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;JUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; nice for us to catch the beautiful sun set (: Having dinner with your family while watching the sun set has never been this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;w&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;e&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;s&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;o&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;m&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;e&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpJF68XkIkI/AAAAAAAABzg/26XxNmOdU0w/s1600-h/Mel%27s3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpJF68XkIkI/AAAAAAAABzg/26XxNmOdU0w/s320/Mel%27s3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373434184346116674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;And thank goodness we got there early, cause by 8PM the restaurant started drowning with customers. So lucky us we got a very very good table (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpJEC8cXt3I/AAAAAAAABzQ/UQC8vMuOHpY/s1600-h/Mel%27s2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpJEC8cXt3I/AAAAAAAABzQ/UQC8vMuOHpY/s320/Mel%27s2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373432122781972338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We got to sit right next to the boats and the river. It was hands down&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Pretty-ful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; (: Our table was tucked in a cozy corner and we even had the little sink next to our table. So it felt like we had a little private corner of our own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Credits to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Swee Fong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;for ordering the dishes with her chunted mandarin :P When the food arrived we settled to our seats and started gobbling down everything we could get our hands on. Everyone was chomping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpJLJIZ1OiI/AAAAAAAABzw/blo6PBF1CGo/s1600-h/Mel%27s+4049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpJLJIZ1OiI/AAAAAAAABzw/blo6PBF1CGo/s320/Mel%27s+4049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373439925653158434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Peeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpJLJyzzNUI/AAAAAAAAB0A/sOmcnNpzRQo/s1600-h/Mel%27s+4027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpJLJyzzNUI/AAAAAAAAB0A/sOmcnNpzRQo/s320/Mel%27s+4027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373439937036367170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Munching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpJLJTYVwpI/AAAAAAAABz4/-2Z2vh_4oTE/s1600-h/Mel%27s+4026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpJLJTYVwpI/AAAAAAAABz4/-2Z2vh_4oTE/s320/Mel%27s+4026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373439928599691922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Digesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpJLmemqKZI/AAAAAAAAB0I/Ro3pWM1Q78k/s1600-h/Mel%27s+4045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpJLmemqKZI/AAAAAAAAB0I/Ro3pWM1Q78k/s320/Mel%27s+4045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373440429828745618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then chomping again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpJLnDdWduI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/Nqjqb64fAX0/s1600-h/Mel%27s+4048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpJLnDdWduI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/Nqjqb64fAX0/s320/Mel%27s+4048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373440439721817826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you see that pot of porridge up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you see it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That porridge was the Awesome-est&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;porridge on this planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Even Goldilocks tasted this porridge and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Mmm. This porridge whooped The Three Bears'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ass!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah. That Awesome (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We were stuffed like.. Stuffed Teddy Bears. oO We felt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; bloated. But we were Happy. As a result..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpJLmzOUnsI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/IrSccUymOwU/s1600-h/Mel%27s+4046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpJLmzOUnsI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/IrSccUymOwU/s320/Mel%27s+4046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373440435363815106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Melissa didn't really contribute much help into it,though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpJL5iGIESI/AAAAAAAAB0g/hJg0wVuGmkY/s1600-h/Mel%27s+4025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpJL5iGIESI/AAAAAAAAB0g/hJg0wVuGmkY/s320/Mel%27s+4025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373440757183549730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then the next day, I met up with Kimberly for that Best Friend Quality Time outing. So our initial plan was to watch 2-3 movies before heading to Hui Mi's Birthday party. So what we did was we bought&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; ticket each and then we planned to sneak into the other movies. So the first movie was The Proposal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kimberly is one emotional chick. So yeah, she definitely spilled a lot'a tears during the movie. So just right before the movie ended we were already panicking, thinking when we should leave the hall and head to the bathroom so we can sneak into the other movie without getting caught. But I stalled for too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And yeah, just as we were ready to head to the back door and make a run for the bathroom the GSC staff were already standing by the doors. D'oh! So we had no other choice but to head for the door that they've already opened at the front ): Sorry Kim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So what could two 16 year old girls do at the mall for 3 and a half hours? We head to Chili's for lunch and hopped from one shop to another. (: We tried on heels. We tried on tops. Okay more like a top. And we tried on accessories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpJHRCqc6TI/AAAAAAAABzo/MGYXctuSX0U/s1600-h/Mel%27s4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpJHRCqc6TI/AAAAAAAABzo/MGYXctuSX0U/s320/Mel%27s4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373435663504697650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Sorry for the miserable amount of pictures during this outing. Kim has this thing about posting pictures on the net. Boo you Kim! And you guys might be wondering why I took pictures of our flip flops. Well, they were of the same kind! And it wasn't planned. It just happened (: I think Kim and I share the same taste of shoes and clothes. And we can talk just about anything and everything. Maybe that's why we're so close knit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Any of you guys experienced something fun and whacky before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Like say maybe getting lost in the woods while camping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Or walked around aimlessly for 2 hours in a mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;E-mail me@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;beedoinked@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Tell me what's the funniest thing that's ever happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;with you and your best friend (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'll share them with my friends right here in my blog (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;All American Rejects-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Stab My Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-2852512564805607411?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/2852512564805607411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/2852512564805607411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/08/now-were-broken-on-floor.html' title='Now we&apos;re broken on the floor'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SpJF6R3ry7I/AAAAAAAABzY/jdgcqegB4gM/s72-c/Mel%27s+4014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-2498781297057128942</id><published>2009-08-23T08:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:57:37.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage talk'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!@!*^$^@#%;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" href="http://www.kinkybluefairy.net/2009/08/19/mtv-world-stage-kl/"&gt;She&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;was there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;missed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;*shows tongue*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;The All American Rejects-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Change Your Mind&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-2498781297057128942?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/2498781297057128942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/2498781297057128942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/08/she-was-there-and-i-missed-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-4189718998921425623</id><published>2009-08-23T00:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:58:16.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A quickie (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I have finally decided that I'm twitting too much. I should really stop. ): On a brighter note, Kim and I are having a Best Friend quality time tomorrow (: Eh, I tak boleh makan tomorrow d. After tonight's dinner, I don't think I can eat for the next 3 days. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Will update you guys about the dinner I had with ze'family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;My outing with Kim, soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Text Messaging&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Oh! I have came up with an equation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Melissa 'Bee' Soon Bee Imm + Kimberly 'Kimmy' Wan Shu-Teng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Two sick-minded retarded best friends! x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Eh you too free d la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Cause we're retarded like that. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Hillsong United-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Jesus My Best Friend&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-4189718998921425623?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/4189718998921425623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/4189718998921425623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/08/quickie.html' title='A quickie (:'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-8957995042944530337</id><published>2009-08-21T16:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:59:17.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men and women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage talk'/><title type='text'>And I wrote your number on the 50 yard line</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;; A gentleman is simply a patient wolf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Not all gentlemen are wolves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Not all MEN are wolves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Men cheat and lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;They live for sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Another false statement that's over rated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A lot of men need a sense of security&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;[like most women]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and they want to feel that they can trust people. completely. They love taking care of women, but to a certain extent. I think that us women drive them to a world of sex and lies. Some women take advantage of men. Attention is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;thing women can never get enough of. But some men, love women who are demanding. Who knows what they want. On the same level they look up to women who are confident and emotionally strong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[No, I don't mean overpowering]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When you run to your man with problems at the drop of a hat and be the lost puppy at every occasion, he might be all sympathetic and lend you a shoulder to cry, but it won't stay that way&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FOREVER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Its good to share your problems and work together at solving it, but learn where to draw the line. Most relationships crash and burn for this reason. So the next time you can't locate the nearest ATM, don't call him, rather call your bank. Solve his ATM problem instead and see how proud you make him.  As much as men love to take care of women, they love to be taken care of. From what I've experienced, intuition levels in a man is not as high as in a woman, so he can never guess what a woman wants. It would help if you tell him what's going on in your mind, rather than,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"let him figure it out himself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, that, ladies, will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;happen and you might end up feeling miserable. However poor his intuition might be, he definitely knows when he is being controlled or manipulated. When women resort to controlling and manipulative games, men usually start blocking their feelings or hiding them. As a result, more cheating and lying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now I mean no malice. I'm just trying to open up your eyes a little bit about men that most of us don't know or to some of us who already know but you're just ignoring it cause you can't accept it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Men are from Mars and women are from Venus, the argument still continues. This is perhaps the heart- beat of every relationship. Man and woman are like two straight lines, which intersect somewhere down the line. Can't do with, can't do without. Lovely piece of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;God's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;creation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Just something I thought of sharing with you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;No Doubt-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Underneath It All&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-8957995042944530337?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/8957995042944530337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/8957995042944530337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-i-wrote-your-number-on-50-yard-line.html' title='And I wrote your number on the 50 yard line'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-3092204108872352698</id><published>2009-08-20T16:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:00:26.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social network'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiocy'/><title type='text'>You bleed just to know you're alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Holiday isn't for 2 weeks. Not 14 days. Not 336 hours, 20, 160 minutes and 1, 209, 600 seconds. Apparently our holidays are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;s&gt;SPLIT&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;into 2 weeks. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Damn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;potong stim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;So I woke up one morning and I thought to myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;"Right, so today I'm just gonna get this done and over with"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I felt motivated. I was determined to do just that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;thing. So I took a morning shower. Ate my breakfast. Prepared everything.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;UNTIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;My gaze fell upon something so beautiful. Suddenly my mind had totally let go of my purpose of ditching school that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He was calling out to me. I heard him. His voice so soothing. So seductive. It melted into my ears and kidnapped my heart. I walked towards it. Not giving a damn about anything else. He was luring me into one of the deadliest traps in the world. But I didn't care. He was so hypnotic. I sat down in front of him and I felt so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;RIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Like it was meant to be. I gave him a slight stroke and my heart skipped a beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Right then, he knew what I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;EXACTLY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; wanted.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;"An hour wouldn't hurt."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;, I thought to myself. If my friend could do it, so can I. I didn't see the harm in it. And bloody hell was I wrong. But I went for it. I took his hand and followed him. We talked for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;HOURS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; and we didn't grow bored of each other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ONE BIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;. He was my soul mate. I just knew it. We shared secret worlds. We fell in love. We played games. Before I knew it, it was already 11PM. I stopped breathing and I just froze. I couldn't believe it. I had spent my whole day, just glued to this.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;IDIOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; I panicked. But what could I do now? It's too late!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"Stupid girl!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How could I have been so blind?! I had to hand in my Moral Project by the next day and I Facebooked all day! Gosh! Even Wenzes went offline to get hers done! Why didn't I stop?! And that's why, my friends, Melissa was so busy in the morning on Wednesday (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Seriously,though. Don't you hate it when that happens? You were so determined to do something when something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ELSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; gets in your way and totally suck your mind to it! It happened to me damn often and I never seem to learn my lesson! Like today! I'm suppose to be working on some invites but I'm here! Blogging! Facebooking! Twittering! Ugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;All American Rejects-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wind Blows&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-3092204108872352698?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/3092204108872352698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/3092204108872352698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-bleed-just-to-know-youre-alive.html' title='You bleed just to know you&apos;re alive'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-55225893673114337</id><published>2009-08-18T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:00:48.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage talk'/><title type='text'>Icing over a secret pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&amp;amp; she procrastinates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Third Eye Blind-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Jumper&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-55225893673114337?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/55225893673114337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/55225893673114337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/08/icing-over-secret-pain.html' title='Icing over a secret pain'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-8325653942586842889</id><published>2009-08-17T23:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:01:54.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Do you know what it's like being alone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Mel cried while watching this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Sol43b8CRiI/AAAAAAAABxQ/MeLDAYPhsjk/s1600-h/200px-Georgia_rule.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Sol43b8CRiI/AAAAAAAABxQ/MeLDAYPhsjk/s320/200px-Georgia_rule.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370956924403729954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So the holidays are starting next week. It'll last for bout 2 weeks then it's back to the hellhole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; *click*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;*bang*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. 2 weeks,people, is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hellova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; long time. 14 days. 336 hours.20,160 minutes.1, 209, 600 seconds. Sigh. And it's always been the same&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;EVERY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;holiday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Sol7nvfQkuI/AAAAAAAABxY/h4neC2JP_EE/s1600-h/Mel%27s+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Sol7nvfQkuI/AAAAAAAABxY/h4neC2JP_EE/s320/Mel%27s+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370959953308717794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Chill with my buds at the mall. We'll grab lunch. Catch a movie. Then grab dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Sol7ol7PxuI/AAAAAAAABxw/FDfm1gfmQzg/s1600-h/Mel%27s+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Sol7ol7PxuI/AAAAAAAABxw/FDfm1gfmQzg/s320/Mel%27s+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370959967921620706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aiyuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;! I feel so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:webdings;" &gt;Lame&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;guyyysss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;! Mel's getting really,really tired of planning outings which don't really need planning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;oredi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; wan. So the pool party? It's on. (: A day@Sunway Lagoon. Yeah,baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;[Extreme park &amp;amp; Wet Park. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ATV's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;FTW&lt;/span&gt;!]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh,oh!! And,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Sol-CdpBQVI/AAAAAAAAByA/H_mP2zQdmbk/s1600-h/Up_Poster.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Sol-CdpBQVI/AAAAAAAAByA/H_mP2zQdmbk/s320/Up_Poster.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370962611397542226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Sol-COSECJI/AAAAAAAABx4/8PhSROexu2U/s1600-h/district-9-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Sol-COSECJI/AAAAAAAABx4/8PhSROexu2U/s320/district-9-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370962607274723474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Okay? Okay? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Okayy&lt;/span&gt;. Mel's happy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Heeeee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;How're&lt;/span&gt; you? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; Huh? I'm okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel:&lt;/span&gt; H1N1, not confirmed right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; *smiles* No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel:&lt;/span&gt; Good. Otherwise, I won't friend you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris:&lt;/span&gt; *stops smiling*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mel:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Joooke&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you want something and you don't know which to choose. It's alright to go to your friends for advice. But don't make decisions just cause your friends say you should pick this instead of that. Weigh out the options like an adult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-emotions: confused, heart's broken into two-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Nine Days-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Story of a Girl&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-8325653942586842889?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/8325653942586842889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/8325653942586842889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-know-what-its-like-being-alone.html' title='Do you know what it&apos;s like being alone?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Sol43b8CRiI/AAAAAAAABxQ/MeLDAYPhsjk/s72-c/200px-Georgia_rule.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-7496805161285091925</id><published>2009-08-16T13:28:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:04:57.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>Your voice was the soundtrack of my Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Soe-ZVNoXKI/AAAAAAAABwA/oTH22uIZgaI/s1600-h/worldstage_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Soe-ZVNoXKI/AAAAAAAABwA/oTH22uIZgaI/s320/worldstage_std.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370470423062928546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I would wanna start off by saying Thanks to Mr Soon Beng Teik (: For driving me and hitch hiking my friend down to Sunway Pyramid when he's supposed to be in bed sleeping. Thank you,thank you. And Thanks to Ms Choo for lecturing me when I gave up looking for passes a week before the concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[Yeah, she got the pass for me ;)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And My Goodness, thank heavens she was with me during the concert. Y'guys, Hui Mi might spend 80% of her time in school sleeping and she talks the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LEAST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;in the group. But she had the energy of a 5 year old on Pixie Stix during the concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;[15 August '09]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So I woke up at 7AM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;[Don't ask why]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, tossed and turned till I finally decided to hop outta bed and went online till 8ish. Took a shower then watched TV. Had to wait 2 hours for Hui Mi to get her ass to place and Edmund to wake up and shower. That 2 hours were the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LONGEST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2 hours of my 16 years of life. Sigh. Left the house at 11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;*grumbles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; =D We got there at about 11 ish. Had Popeyes' Mashed Potatoes for Brunch! :D Best. Breakfast. Ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And then the queueing started. At 12ish. Sigh. Hui Mi, Hui Mi. We had to sit and stone under the scorching Sun for three and a half hours.&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;N&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;O&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;T&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;H&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;N&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;G&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;happened during that three and a half hours but waiting, waiting and more waiting. When 3.30PM came, hell broke loose. Sweaty and Hairy people starts squishing,pushing and sandwiching you just to get through the gates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I had to pick Marion up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;[Yeah, she was late]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;from Gloria Jeans and made our way through them sweaty people all the way to the front where Hui Mi,Ian,Chong Lim,Mendy,Sharmaine and Aeren were. It was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; easy. Ugh. So Marion and I moshed and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'slipped'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; our way through the front. But by then Hui Mi and the gang had already gone inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;//&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Marion&lt;/span&gt;//&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Security man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*ru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ns*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;*pulls me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;What the hell??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Weyh girl, don't so fast lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;*stamps arm*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Oh!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ya lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Thanks! Bye! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*waves*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Unfortunately, there aren't any pictures from my side. Basically cause it's stated in the pass that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;cameras were allowed into the premises. When I got there, there were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; few people camwhoring&lt;/span&gt;. We realized there was a banner that contained a few rules. And one of them was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO PROFESSIONAL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;cameras allowed. Whaddafug? Whatever. And my 2 mp phone wouldn't pump any excitement if I post it up here. There ARE a few pictures from Mendy's facebook. Just click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=32318&amp;amp;id=1045415992&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;&lt;u&gt;here&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hui Mi, Marion and myself went&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Absolutely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;crazy when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Boys Like Girls&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;was up to perform. We were screaming. We were jumping. We were singing. We were yelling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"I LOVE YOU"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;over and over again. We were sweating. Ew. We were rocking our hearts out like no body's business for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Hoobastank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Teh Awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;weyh! And when&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;AAR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;was up, Hui Mi and I almost died! We were screaming to the top of our lungs and jumping till we couldn't feel our legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Next stop,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Soe-h1wa9mI/AAAAAAAABwI/0sFO41M8LEw/s1600-h/Up_Poster.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Soe-h1wa9mI/AAAAAAAABwI/0sFO41M8LEw/s320/Up_Poster.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370470569237739106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Soe-ierB6-I/AAAAAAAABwQ/_7Jhidhv-xI/s1600-h/district-9-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Soe-ierB6-I/AAAAAAAABwQ/_7Jhidhv-xI/s320/district-9-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370470580220980194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SofImevtkJI/AAAAAAAABxI/vGQ8nNHi-iw/s1600-h/Collages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SofImevtkJI/AAAAAAAABxI/vGQ8nNHi-iw/s320/Collages.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370481644076372114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Pixie Lott-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Mama Do&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-7496805161285091925?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/7496805161285091925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/7496805161285091925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-voice-was-soundtrack-of-my-summer.html' title='Your voice was the soundtrack of my Summer'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Soe-ZVNoXKI/AAAAAAAABwA/oTH22uIZgaI/s72-c/worldstage_std.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-6424001643628443122</id><published>2009-08-14T10:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:05:39.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>Yeah, I remember when we stole the night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just a quick post. Don't go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kacau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hui Mi for tickets la,people. You have no idea how pissed she is right now. She doesn't even have the time to look forward and get excited about the concert this Saturday. Cause she's spent all her time answering to you baboons who keep asking her for passes. You wouldn't believe the lecture she gave me about giving up so easily. If you guys want the passes so badly, at least help her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Kristinia Debarge-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Future Love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-6424001643628443122?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/6424001643628443122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/6424001643628443122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/08/yeah-i-remember-when-we-stole-night.html' title='Yeah, I remember when we stole the night'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-7058414186631088078</id><published>2009-08-13T09:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T13:07:13.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>I'm alive but I'm losing all my drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;11-August-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;[Tuesday]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Text Messaging&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Edmund&lt;/span&gt;//&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ohmygosh. Guess who's going to MTV World Stage Malaysia??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Congrats!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;13-August-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;[Thursday]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Edmund&lt;/span&gt;//&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Eh. Guess who's going to MTV World Stage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;OhMyGosh! Are you serious?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Yeah. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;How did you get it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;My friend gave it me to. FOR FREE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Yay! You can drive me there!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Hahaha. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SoNyxAowTDI/AAAAAAAABvM/KSAPcnVO97o/s1600-h/Mel%27s+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SoNyxAowTDI/AAAAAAAABvM/KSAPcnVO97o/s320/Mel%27s+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369261367065857074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That man right there, was the person who drove me to my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;concert back in '04. Despite the storm and the horrible,horrible flood on the way to the Equestrian &amp;amp; Country Resort, he drove me there without complaining. So nice,kan? And now, he will be driving me to another concert! Let's hope it doesn't rain this time. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Michelle Branch-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Goodbye To You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-7058414186631088078?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/7058414186631088078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/7058414186631088078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-alive-but-im-losing-all-my-drive.html' title='I&apos;m alive but I&apos;m losing all my drive'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SoNyxAowTDI/AAAAAAAABvM/KSAPcnVO97o/s72-c/Mel%27s+100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-4262365191022217795</id><published>2009-08-12T19:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:46:20.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commercial'/><title type='text'>Paper bags and plastic Hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Best 2009 commercial (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;All American Rejects-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;P.S I Love You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S1ZZreXEqSY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S1ZZreXEqSY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-4262365191022217795?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/4262365191022217795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/4262365191022217795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/08/paper-bags-and-plastic-hearts_12.html' title='Paper bags and plastic Hearts'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-3307694695411769414</id><published>2009-08-11T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:47:43.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>ADV: Cenosis ; Don't try to explain your mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Well most of you already know, that the eldest Soon sibling has already tied the knot &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;[lawfully]&lt;/span&gt; with his long time girlfriend,Swee Fong. Though the ceremony would be on this October. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;[Sigh. I'm coming soon Thailand]&lt;/span&gt; And he isn't exactly Channing Tatum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SoJ9ly0WmnI/AAAAAAAABt8/6sDf_tk8LUo/s1600-h/channing-tatum_19459039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SoJ9ly0WmnI/AAAAAAAABt8/6sDf_tk8LUo/s320/channing-tatum_19459039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368991794029042290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;And I think I understand that it's kinda difficult for him to watch his diet. He's one those people who eat a lot when he's stressed out bout things. I don't blame him. And there &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WERE&lt;/span&gt; a few times where he tried with all his might, to go on a strict diet. That turned out.. uhm.. The results weren't as good as Channing's 6 pecs up there. But I don't think I want him looking as Fluffy as Gabriel Iglesias on his wedding day! His wife either!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SoJ-CrmkTrI/AAAAAAAABuE/0G1wrJzI4WQ/s1600-h/gabriel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SoJ-CrmkTrI/AAAAAAAABuE/0G1wrJzI4WQ/s320/gabriel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368992290308378290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;And he hasn't been going to the gym regularly. But whatever! We still love you,MervinSoon! Fluffy or not! (: Oooh! Maybe you should enroll in The Biggest Loser Asia! OhMyGosh! Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SoKDb8xTO6I/AAAAAAAABuk/2r6GtbNM9W4/s1600-h/tbl_streetsofkl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SoKDb8xTO6I/AAAAAAAABuk/2r6GtbNM9W4/s320/tbl_streetsofkl1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368998221971667874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SoKDccDgrgI/AAAAAAAABus/3QBqU8gvZeU/s1600-h/tbl_streetsofkl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SoKDccDgrgI/AAAAAAAABus/3QBqU8gvZeU/s320/tbl_streetsofkl2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368998230369545730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SoKDc1kqvtI/AAAAAAAABu0/1yUs_OrNECo/s1600-h/tbl_streetsofkl3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SoKDc1kqvtI/AAAAAAAABu0/1yUs_OrNECo/s320/tbl_streetsofkl3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368998237219503826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SoKDddL2ckI/AAAAAAAABu8/0hGpf5_5c9c/s1600-h/tbl_streetsofkl4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SoKDddL2ckI/AAAAAAAABu8/0hGpf5_5c9c/s320/tbl_streetsofkl4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368998247852831298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Respect for these people weyh. Admiting their weight issues on TV. Lol I don't think my brother could ever do that. He's shy. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;[Everybody go 'awww']&lt;/span&gt; You know what you need,ko? You need help. Like a weight consultant. You should try Cenosis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Make an a  ppointment with Cenosis right now, to find out how you can benefit from this wonderful technology at a &lt;b&gt;special price of $33&lt;/b&gt;. Call 7000 700 6626 or visit &lt;a href="http://www.cenosis.biz/cavitation.php" target="_blank"&gt;www.cenosis.biz/&lt;wbr&gt;cavitation.php&lt;/a&gt; to make an appointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Melissa has a pass to MTV World Stage Concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;): Why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At least I'm going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Ashley Tisdale-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Guilty Pleasure&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-3307694695411769414?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/3307694695411769414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/3307694695411769414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/08/adv-cenosis-dont-try-to-explain-your.html' title='ADV: Cenosis ; Don&apos;t try to explain your mind'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SoJ9ly0WmnI/AAAAAAAABt8/6sDf_tk8LUo/s72-c/channing-tatum_19459039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-4904551911908475806</id><published>2009-08-10T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:39:49.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random babbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Baby, when both of us are losing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stubborn. I'm sure a few of you out there are stubborn as well. Has this ever happen to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;You found something new. Something exciting. Let's say you bought yourself a ticket for a roller coaster ride. Knowing it's gonna scare the shit out of you, you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;STILL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;wanna get on it. You wanna feel the thrill. The excitement. The adrenaline rushing through your veins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;When you get on it, the first few minutes are full of surprises. Your heart's pumping and everything's so exciting. The rush. The bottom of your tummy tickles you. Then comes the part &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;EVERYBODY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;hates yet adore it so much. It pisses you off. You start to wonder&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"Why the hell did I buy that ticket in the first place?! IDIOT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;. Then it slows down and you think,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"Huh! Not that bad at all! It's actually kinda fun"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;And just when you're starting to love it. The ride ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Then you start feeling dizzy. You throw up. Your mum lashes out on you and starts giving you the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;s&gt;"I Told You So"&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;nag. Then you take one last look at the roller coaster. And you think to yourself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"I loved the feeling. I loved the rush of it. Why did I stop?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;. Though you'd end up a sick maniac. Feeling all dizzy. You'd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;STILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; wanna get on the roller coaster. You don't ever wanna stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;And you put this faith in yourself and you say,"I won't feel sick this time! I won't be scared!". But the funny thing is you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KNOW&lt;/span&gt; you're gonna feel sick this time like every other time you got on. And you ARE scared. But you still want to get on the roller coaster. Has it ever happen to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;That's where I am. I'm being stubborn. I'm stubborn for you. And I don't have a good feeling about it. Cause I know I'm just gonna end up being upset bout it. I've been through so many ups and downs. And looped and looped. And I've never felt like this before. But who cares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You're MY guilty pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Boys Like Girls-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Thunder&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-4904551911908475806?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/4904551911908475806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/4904551911908475806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-when-both-of-us-are-losing.html' title='Baby, when both of us are losing'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-6631599642574687695</id><published>2009-08-08T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:38:01.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>Does the pain weigh out the pride?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;World Stage Concert is next Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;In other news,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Happy Birthday Allison Lee ! (:&lt;br /&gt;You're 25 years young ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Taylor Swift-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;White horse&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-6631599642574687695?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/6631599642574687695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/6631599642574687695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/08/does-pain-weigh-out-pride.html' title='Does the pain weigh out the pride?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-7928004791916189374</id><published>2009-08-07T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:35:21.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Our love's the perfect crime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Had a massive headache, felt nauseated and my whole body was aching on &lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Had a fever, a headache and my body was STILL aching on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Was pretty much in the same condition on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Made it 3 minutes thru school and I went home cause I had a headache and I felt nauseous on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;So my week was quite sickening. Sigh. Now I'm having a cough and my nose is leaking like a broken pipe. And I was SO looking forward to the weekends! I wanted to play a round of Softball ): And watch movieesss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Snvm7e6gX1I/AAAAAAAABtE/8hqOT7BVITI/s1600-h/Mel%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Snvm7e6gX1I/AAAAAAAABtE/8hqOT7BVITI/s320/Mel%27s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367137290527203154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Sigh. Looks like I'm gonna have to buy the DVD's and watch them at home. Sucks so bad. On a more suck-ish note, I've been online so often my eye sights are starting to fail me. Really,really fail me. My right eye's weak and my left's practically useless. Sigh. I should really get my eyes tested and get glasses. Pfsh. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Last night during dinner,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Swee Fong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Desmond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;So Jin, what did you do the whole day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I was doing a research.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Wow. About what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Why Dolphines have blowholes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;*laughs hysterically*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;And why do Dolphines have blowholes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Uh. I didn't have enough time to read finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;But what did the first paragraph say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Uh. "Why do Dolphines have blowholes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;*laughs even harder*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;So from 3 until 7, that's all you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Hah? No lah, I did another research.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;"Why do Whales have blowholes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;*laughs hyst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;erically*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;So that happened during dinner last night. The reason why my sister-in-law asked him was cause my dad was having dinner with us and usually my younger brother sits in front of the computer an average of 4 hours a day. And if my dad knew, he would get a bomb of lecture from my dad! Hence, the blowholes. Then earlier during IM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SnvzArWR8fI/AAAAAAAABtM/Iuy-R0sURJU/s1600-h/IM.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SnvzArWR8fI/AAAAAAAABtM/Iuy-R0sURJU/s320/IM.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367150573903802866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Rare brother&amp;amp;sister IM conversations (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;All American Rejects-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;I Wanna&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-7928004791916189374?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/7928004791916189374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/7928004791916189374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-loves-perfect-crime.html' title='Our love&apos;s the perfect crime'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/Snvm7e6gX1I/AAAAAAAABtE/8hqOT7BVITI/s72-c/Mel%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7677871502636381380.post-8934391487709143680</id><published>2009-08-05T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:36:04.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>Keep the Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I know. I know. I was suppose to open a new website and all. But I didn't ! Simply because my excitement for it had died 5 days before the opening date. Why? Maybe it's because the layout looked like vomit. My graphic designer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[Wenzes]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;couldn't create a layout for me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;[or even sketch out a draft for me]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;cause I was being too flexible. I had no idea what I want for my background. I kept leaving her with the decisions. And I couldn't stand being blog-less for so long. Urgh ! So I'm back to Blogspot. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;On the brighter note, it's August ! Yes people. The World Stage Concert@Sunway Lagoon on the 15th of August. Awesome bands from British indie rock band Kasabian to pop-rock band The All American Rejects to our very own award winning act Estranged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SnlmwcMxLjI/AAAAAAAABsk/9RZQrSkQqQ8/s1600-h/worldstage_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SnlmwcMxLjI/AAAAAAAABsk/9RZQrSkQqQ8/s320/worldstage_std.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366433413378158130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;There are only a couple of reasons why I'm so eager to attend this concert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I just love the concert atmosphere. The company, the music, the people performing just arouses me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I love the All American Rejects. Hehehe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SnlmlxL40zI/AAAAAAAABsc/MwEgVR4BGuo/s1600-h/Recently+Updated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SnlmlxL40zI/AAAAAAAABsc/MwEgVR4BGuo/s320/Recently+Updated.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366433230033048370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Now all I've to do is get them tickets. Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Lenka-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;The Show&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7677871502636381380-8934391487709143680?l=melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/8934391487709143680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7677871502636381380/posts/default/8934391487709143680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissa-guiltypleasure.blogspot.com/2009/08/keep-faith.html' title='Keep the Faith'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708176185094303453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SssV7GIzDuI/AAAAAAAACA0/4w___sdLKN4/S220/DSCN9036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKkO9q1pV1Q/SnlmwcMxLjI/AAAAAAAABsk/9RZQrSkQqQ8/s72-c/worldstage_std.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
