<?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-5479321732001303417</id><updated>2011-07-08T17:48:16.058+08:00</updated><category term='audrey you totally dao me today im damn sad D:'/><category term='Audrey now you owe me a letter and i dont owe you a sweet'/><title type='text'>LARCENY</title><subtitle type='html'>Would you still be with me tomorrow?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HAI MOVED HERE 4EVER @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://melawezum.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://melawezum.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://melawezum.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://melawezum.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://melawezum.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://melawezum.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://melawezum.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://melawezum.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://melawezum.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://melawezum.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://melawezum.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://melawezum.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;BYE NAO.&lt;br /&gt;will keep this blog. aight adios!!!!&lt;br /&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/5479321732001303417-2781133063528731984?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/2781133063528731984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=2781133063528731984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-3646508719477736737?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/3646508719477736737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=3646508719477736737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/3646508719477736737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/3646508719477736737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/06/regret.html' title='Regret.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;BAI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/5479321732001303417-6039916702950784634?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6039916702950784634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=6039916702950784634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/6039916702950784634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/6039916702950784634'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-1197766565894094271</id><published>2010-06-04T22:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T22:42:45.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convertion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/TAkNd-KiTyI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Y6fH9JTwu90/s1600/gossip-girl-gossip-girl-1694739-1024-7681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/TAkNd-KiTyI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Y6fH9JTwu90/s400/gossip-girl-gossip-girl-1694739-1024-7681.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478925230227476258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely adoreeeeeeee this show. Oh my god I know I'm like so slow and all right. Leighton Meester is such a B with an itch. Everyone loves a character like Blake Lively, its so freaking cliche but thats what makes the show RRRRRRRRRock baby! KRISTEN BELL AND HER DIVINE GODLY VOICE SIGHHHHHH reminds me of justin bieber heh. Chace Crawford is so damn sizzling/scorching/scalding/blazing/blindingly hot. Omg fetishhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, internet resources these days, they've really devolved haven't they?&lt;br /&gt;I can't find a single streaming site that streams Glee in fast buffer &amp;amp; HD. Shit this :( Its okay gossip girl gossip girl!!!! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM GOSSIP HOMO HEHEHE BAI&lt;br /&gt;crap that was lame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-1197766565894094271?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1197766565894094271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=1197766565894094271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/1197766565894094271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/1197766565894094271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/06/convertion.html' title='Convertion'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/TAkNd-KiTyI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Y6fH9JTwu90/s72-c/gossip-girl-gossip-girl-1694739-1024-7681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-7495341480572586443</id><published>2010-06-03T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:45:58.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreary days</title><content type='html'>I just realised I need to read more books.&lt;br /&gt;Some people naturally write well, some people need to turn their brains inside out and shake them like shaker fries to get substantial phrases/words. Frankly, I hate feeling inferior to people who are more proficient in English than I am. I know it's pretty selfish of me, since it's entirely my fault for not being profound enough. My English grades.. honestly, it's not satisfying at all.&lt;br /&gt;I want to do better, but it being a language makes it difficult to hone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, forgive me for being so self-centered.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm so egoistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY JUST REPENTING BECAUSE I GOT 62 FOR ENGLISH THIS TERM HAHAHAHAHA WONDERFUL HUH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-7495341480572586443?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/7495341480572586443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=7495341480572586443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/7495341480572586443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/7495341480572586443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/06/dreary-days.html' title='Dreary days'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-5986440899099703863</id><published>2010-06-03T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T21:55:02.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay found you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/TAeyuimDktI/AAAAAAAAAnc/AwZ1Cvks7xk/s1600/dancing-kittens-807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/TAeyuimDktI/AAAAAAAAAnc/AwZ1Cvks7xk/s400/dancing-kittens-807.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478543984349647570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Where are my balls?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've got nothing to update about but since its on high demand, I shall blog for my faithful readers HAHAHAHA. I really don't know where to start. Okay um now I need to take a shit...&lt;br /&gt;But I will endure. I have really bad cramps !!!!!! The sorrows of being a woman.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED PANADOL. Oh ya walking with Natalie when she's sick&amp;amp;dying is damn embarrassing. She holds this spoilt aunty umbrella to protect her from the sunlight and dresses like galanguni. Went to Rachel's house to play todayyyyy :p&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye shit time&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/5479321732001303417-5986440899099703863?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5986440899099703863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=5986440899099703863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5986440899099703863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5986440899099703863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/06/yay-found-you.html' title='Yay found you'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/TAeyuimDktI/AAAAAAAAAnc/AwZ1Cvks7xk/s72-c/dancing-kittens-807.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-7283870924219203217</id><published>2010-06-02T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T22:10:06.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't wait to get out of this hellhole that morons call "school"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-7283870924219203217?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/7283870924219203217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=7283870924219203217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/7283870924219203217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/7283870924219203217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-cant-wait-to-get-out-of-this-hellhole.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-3649090886510086129</id><published>2010-05-31T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T22:58:10.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole, "I want to read my book."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Me, "Wut?!?!?!??!!?!? You want to rape your boobs???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, my ears are getting smaller every year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-3649090886510086129?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/3649090886510086129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=3649090886510086129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/3649090886510086129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/3649090886510086129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/05/training.html' title='Training.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-8695914082086248985</id><published>2010-05-30T18:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T19:29:01.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7PM in the morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/TAJL2RBfHMI/AAAAAAAAAnU/w3OQ11ZzIno/s400/ohyes11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477023492490599618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp is over, I am not going to be one of those people who bother to write sermons ( I know people don't write sermons, they give them but whatever they're long. ), rambling on about the torturous camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it's just so trying whenever It comes to blogging. I want to update about something intriguing but noooo, I get overwhelmed with immense acedia. ( thats a sin ) Hence, resulting in, well, literally nothing. To put it simply, I'm just exceedingly lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cultural Night was, uhm.. decent. But the moral of the. uh. play, was good.&lt;br /&gt;I think people who try too hard to stand out ( but apparently fail ) are annoying and frankly, disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, who am I to judge?&lt;br /&gt;The equipment and stage props are so predictable. Budget school, budget equipment (eg. Microphones). What more could you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or is my skeptical nature getting too out of hand? Damn.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't force myself to do something about the damn that I just cannot give.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA THAT SOUNDED COOL. I'M COOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye suckers&lt;br /&gt;(does anyone still read this space?) ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-8695914082086248985?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/8695914082086248985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=8695914082086248985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/8695914082086248985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/8695914082086248985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/05/7pm-in-morning.html' title='7PM in the morning'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/TAJL2RBfHMI/AAAAAAAAAnU/w3OQ11ZzIno/s72-c/ohyes11.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-2652339819659835999</id><published>2010-05-22T12:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T13:03:08.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so english was bad since practically no one was listening and I was the only one awake in my row. Some idiot borrowed my foolscap to pretend to write on it while she slept and gave it back to me at the end of the period ( ?!?!?!?! thanks ) the other one slept like a pig. you cannot believe how hard it is to wake that girl up, she is a rock i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humans mr pillai played ice age 3 and then suddenly i was trapped in a black box. i thought to my self " my time has come .... "&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and head for math. ( more like english ) did you know saudi arabia has no legal age for sex &amp;amp; marriage? I got the shock of my life ok. YANYEE you can have sex anytime in your native country!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem. yay dingying is so funnyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterschool met audrey. met with some contemplation and anger incited in me. how infuriating!&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless i overcame that overwhelming feeling and left for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;audrey &amp;amp; I had prata agaaaaaaaaaaaaain. left for my house. it felt like being in an incinerator terrible weather srsly. Luckily audrey didn't sweat like some waterfall or else my house would have already been flooded by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what we did but she had to leave for something. she begged me to bring machi down so i did. Machi started peeing everywhere but It's been long since he's gone down so I will forgive due to the soft heart of mine. ( YUCK ) KIDDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home, watched anime &amp;amp; read some manga and slept.&lt;br /&gt;boring day today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-2652339819659835999?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/2652339819659835999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=2652339819659835999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/2652339819659835999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/2652339819659835999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/05/okay-so-english-was-bad-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-1666783570113886471</id><published>2010-05-19T17:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T18:27:34.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S_O4FOpzUEI/AAAAAAAAAnM/RJ523dKdovA/s1600/come_down_now_by_xXhellangelXx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S_O4FOpzUEI/AAAAAAAAAnM/RJ523dKdovA/s400/come_down_now_by_xXhellangelXx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472920372157567042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's due to the fact that I'm not that proficient at constructing essays or narrations, I wouldn't know. All I DO know, is that I didn't do very well for English and, well, pretty much every other subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? I could have gotten complacent. Somewhere along those lines perhaps. I'd rather not elaborate. Okay I gotta stop this, I'm not writing a compo or something. Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeee gee gee gee baby baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to do a proper update before I head into my slumber. My head's malfunctioning, I'm not sure how to make my brain stimulate in order anymore. It's like everything going on in that hollow brain of mine is rapidly swirling and creating tornados in there. How does it do it?&lt;br /&gt;Really, its like Africa in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results are out, and yes, I've been repenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Audrey came over and we watched a couple of movies. The lift incident almost had her in tears. Must have been traumatising for her, poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Results. Came home to repent. Slept like a rock for the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today - Miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to sing the national anthem like elephants. Tell me why do they torture us like that?&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later we're going to have to repeat so many times that we could even start rapping.  Blasting our voices till our lungs are sore and even Bps can hear, they'll think we're a bunch of crazy lunatics!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RISE AND SUNSHINE PEOPLE HOLIDAYS ARE HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I cannot. wait. for camp. weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-1666783570113886471?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1666783570113886471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=1666783570113886471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/1666783570113886471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/1666783570113886471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/05/maybe-its-due-to-fact-that-im-not-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S_O4FOpzUEI/AAAAAAAAAnM/RJ523dKdovA/s72-c/come_down_now_by_xXhellangelXx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-8105231184864818931</id><published>2010-05-16T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T23:58:14.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.</title><content type='html'>If only life hadn't invented things such as love, maybe things would have been better for this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe life wouldn't have been so hard for me if I was born somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;I know I should appreciate the fact that I'm lucky enough to be born in such a safe environment,&lt;br /&gt;But maybe, just maybe, If I experienced real hardship, like people born in other parts of this globe, maybe I would mature more. Maybe things wouldn't be as hard for me as it is right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see the vast blue sky, I want to actually be able to see stars in the night sky, I want to feel the cold wind brushing on my skin, I want to see vast fields of grass and flowers, I want to see large rivers and lakes, I want to see tall and beautiful mountains, I want to see snow, I want to see autumn leaves, I want to see everything that I don't get to see in this restricted scenery that I'm being contained in, I want to see life differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go somewhere far, far away from the bustling city here, far away from everything I am being forced to face, far away from everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why It's so difficult to live my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-8105231184864818931?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/8105231184864818931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=8105231184864818931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/8105231184864818931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/8105231184864818931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/05/life.html' title='Life.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-5720779841937994590</id><published>2010-05-13T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T22:19:16.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard to please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S-wE63Da3dI/AAAAAAAAAnE/N-HHrEoipAg/s400/Grapevine_Sky_by_Snowflake_Kate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470753056605527506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty is honestly the hardest thing for me right now.&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the floors underneath our feet are crumbling, the walls we built together tumbling,&lt;br /&gt;I still stand here holding up the roof, Cause it's easier than telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS MAKE ME EMO.&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I'm not emo, depressed, heartsick, crestfallen, downcast..... whatever best describes being emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FORTUNATELY, EXAMS. ARE. OVER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew my capability to study was that efficient. Can someone tell me why I'm so deprived and desperate right now? I suddenly feel like I have no social life. Thanks to the source = Exams. Now what can we infer from the source?&lt;br /&gt;" Pressure &amp;amp; Stress. " ( 6/6 full marks ) Yay I am a master at source base questions fufufufuu.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya I am old. Not to mention I get this feeling I am growing senile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths &amp;amp; Amaths - Screwed&lt;br /&gt;Chinese &amp;amp; English - Screwed&lt;br /&gt;History &amp;amp; SS - Screwed&lt;br /&gt;Physics &amp;amp; Chem - Screwed&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion: I screwed practically everything!!!! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew Super Loser on my LC paper. I had just finished colouring it when the teacher took my paper away nooooo :( I didn't finish my stick figure !!!!! Anyway I think my chinese is awesome (y). I gonna get full marks for lc kplzthx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem today. not gonna elaborate because I'll just contemplate harder. AND SO, chinese oral HEH I PWNZXCXZ IT. After school, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the person who's putting up a strong front;&lt;br /&gt;I am always here. You should know that. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt; are always here.&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/5479321732001303417-5720779841937994590?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5720779841937994590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=5720779841937994590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5720779841937994590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5720779841937994590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/05/honesty-is-honestly-hardest-thing-for.html' title='Hard to please.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S-wE63Da3dI/AAAAAAAAAnE/N-HHrEoipAg/s72-c/Grapevine_Sky_by_Snowflake_Kate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-6710538450010733661</id><published>2010-05-08T22:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:43:28.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S-V3uQZ2cZI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Az9PB0y2gQw/s1600/Picture+236.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/_8a06lZjDCd8/S-V3uQZ2cZI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Az9PB0y2gQw/s400/Picture+236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468908959072416146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes,&lt;br /&gt;I am not apathetic hence I will blog about the wondrous day I had yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have a paper thus I did not go to schooooooooooooooooool.( yessssss ) how many of you had to? :) IN YOUR FACE okay sorry I don't mean to be mean.&lt;br /&gt;Met audrey at the school bus stop she boarded with qk. We caught Ironman 2 tgt it was awesome srsly. Saw the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;couple&lt;/span&gt; in the cinema sitting in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;couple&lt;/span&gt; seat ( right, jr &amp;amp; r? ) The first part was boring as hell I nearly slept. MY BACK IS ITCHY.&lt;br /&gt;After the movie we parted. Audrey &amp;amp; I walked around and Qk flew to sri lanka. Bought ice cream and left for my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched art of seduction and my guts almost burst. Had pasta while watching and sent aud off to the bus stop as we sang high school musical. Thanks for embarassing, audrey, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gangster City is fun. hehehhehehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-6710538450010733661?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6710538450010733661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=6710538450010733661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/6710538450010733661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/6710538450010733661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-yes-i-am-not-apathetic-hence-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S-V3uQZ2cZI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Az9PB0y2gQw/s72-c/Picture+236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-5866921788509525491</id><published>2010-05-08T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T21:10:56.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exuberance</title><content type='html'>Someone tell me why I'm always to blame when I don't have any freaking idea what I've actually done wrong?&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt; of this.&lt;br /&gt;Repeating the same thing over and over again just to know that it'll never get through.&lt;br /&gt;Dreading the next time it happens again,&lt;br /&gt;and the cycle repeats itself.&lt;br /&gt;Is it my fault, really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I put things into place, back to where everything was still normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I just want to block everything out, repel everything, live life like I've never done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-5866921788509525491?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5866921788509525491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=5866921788509525491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5866921788509525491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5866921788509525491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/05/exuberance.html' title='Exuberance'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-3468813293337634668</id><published>2010-05-06T22:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:52:22.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Airplane, airplane, sorry I'm late.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S-LR_ytb6NI/AAAAAAAAAm0/QJKpbPHH07U/s400/skate_or_die_by_BuBBLe_tr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468163791455512786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Can we pretend that airplanes In the night sky are like shooting stars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; I could really use a wish right now, I'm hopin' we can make some wishes outta airplanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my well-deserved rest ( for one pathetic day ) has arrived after millions of matrix calculations swirling in my head. I'm so exhausted from the conflict my left brain and my right brain have been having since the start of the exams. I should really get some sleep. The lack of sleep I've accumulated these days isn't doing the dark circles under my eyes any good. There is an insurmountable chasm between my social life and my academic life now that I've committed all my time into studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole studying thing just isn't very.. endearing. Nevertheless It's something I am forced to put up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay can we stop talking about study? I mean it's just me, and all, but uh. Well, yeah. SHUT UP&lt;br /&gt;Great, now people are going to wonder If I'm really sane or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS LATE I SHOULD SLEEP YEAH? YES OK BAI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU FREAKING/ LIKE, JUST, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH&amp;amp;%( HKBWCSYT*V@^(*V C&amp;amp;#V)31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing. Am I crazy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-3468813293337634668?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/3468813293337634668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=3468813293337634668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/3468813293337634668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/3468813293337634668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/05/airplane-airplane-sorry-im-late.html' title='Airplane, airplane, sorry I&apos;m late.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S-LR_ytb6NI/AAAAAAAAAm0/QJKpbPHH07U/s72-c/skate_or_die_by_BuBBLe_tr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-6620120916069101871</id><published>2010-05-04T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:58:56.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Widow&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A woman whose husband is dead especially one who has not remarried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I am not sure about men )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-6620120916069101871?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6620120916069101871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=6620120916069101871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/6620120916069101871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/6620120916069101871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/05/widow-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-7671393563949220058</id><published>2010-05-03T12:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:30:41.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S95RUg_1_mI/AAAAAAAAAmk/m2hziBgVvHo/s400/Naruto___A_cry_for_help_by_sora_ko.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466896410571308642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it. I'm starting to wonder if life would have been different if I hadn't started out with, them. No, I appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;Is this really the life I chose? The life I yearned for? The life that seemed so distant and yet so anticipating while I was still enjoying life in an all-girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I only have small little things to look forward to, to keep myself happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-7671393563949220058?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/7671393563949220058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=7671393563949220058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/7671393563949220058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/7671393563949220058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-get-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S95RUg_1_mI/AAAAAAAAAmk/m2hziBgVvHo/s72-c/Naruto___A_cry_for_help_by_sora_ko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-5748050000755121196</id><published>2010-05-01T14:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T14:36:55.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate it when my parents get all annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well excuse me, its not like I talked to them in a rebellious tone and then suddenly they start shouting at me when I've no idea what i've done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-5748050000755121196?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5748050000755121196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=5748050000755121196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5748050000755121196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5748050000755121196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hate-it-when-my-parents-get-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-5235337162803916570</id><published>2010-04-26T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T22:12:54.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I said I was on hiatus. But I really have to say something. I need to talk to you. I want to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so burdened right now, my heart feels so heavy, sooner or later i'll start sinking to hell.&lt;br /&gt;Jeez, what the hell did I do wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-5235337162803916570?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5235337162803916570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=5235337162803916570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5235337162803916570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5235337162803916570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-know-i-said-i-was-on-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-1015300487140262751</id><published>2010-04-26T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:23:45.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;Semi-Hiatus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;til mid May when all my exams end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;Goodbye and hello to 3 weeks of growing bald.&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/5479321732001303417-1015300487140262751?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1015300487140262751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=1015300487140262751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/1015300487140262751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/1015300487140262751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/04/semi-hiatus-til-mid-may-when-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-7497412693276795782</id><published>2010-04-26T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:22:02.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. It's been long since I last posted a decent update hasn't it. Not that I actually bother, but you know. I'm blogging partly because I don't exactly have anything better to do other than to study which I've already grown tired of, but mainly because this blog still has sentimental value (to me, of course). In just a few days time we'll be having our English &amp;amp; Chinese mid-years, which, believe me, isn't really the best thing to look forward to. I've already finished reading Evermore, this book I bought from the Bangkok airport because I still had some remaining baht to spend. And no, it's not in &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;ภาษาไทย&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;( I don't even know what language this is ) if you were wondering. Evermore is so freaking cliche, it's just so - Twilight. But I don't think you can consider it as plagiarism because apparently the author changed abit of the storyline. Plus, it's more addictive than Twilight to be honest. Okay I've lost my inspiration to continue typing ( yay ).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-7497412693276795782?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/7497412693276795782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=7497412693276795782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/7497412693276795782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/7497412693276795782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-9041238081839608889</id><published>2010-04-20T20:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T20:35:20.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bangkok from Wed to Sat,&lt;br /&gt;don't come looking for me.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll be back in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;PRAY FOR MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&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/5479321732001303417-9041238081839608889?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/9041238081839608889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=9041238081839608889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/9041238081839608889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/9041238081839608889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/04/bangkok-from-wed-to-sat-dont-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-547276848793727288</id><published>2010-04-18T14:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T14:40:55.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that's why I hate love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-547276848793727288?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/547276848793727288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=547276848793727288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/547276848793727288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/547276848793727288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/04/thats-why-i-hate-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-6110953200035297660</id><published>2010-04-13T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T20:29:58.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S8Rjn5x5llI/AAAAAAAAAmU/8l_rTn_wobY/s320/tumblr_ky0qgtEo471qzr04eo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459598185456047698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll watch the night turn light-blue, But it's not the same without you&lt;br /&gt;Because it takes two to whisper quietly, But drenched in vanilla twilight&lt;br /&gt;I'll sit on the front porch all night,&lt;br /&gt;Waist-deep in thought because when I think of you I don't feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;As many times as I blink, I'll think of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I'll forget the world that I knew, But I swear I won't forget you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if my voice could reach back through the past&lt;br /&gt;I'd whisper in your ear "Oh darling, I wish you were here"&lt;/blockquote&gt;Totally no inspiration to post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-6110953200035297660?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6110953200035297660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=6110953200035297660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/6110953200035297660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/6110953200035297660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/04/ill-watch-night-turn-light-blue-but-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S8Rjn5x5llI/AAAAAAAAAmU/8l_rTn_wobY/s72-c/tumblr_ky0qgtEo471qzr04eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-5697612505257305175</id><published>2010-04-10T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T00:30:43.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S79WGY574eI/AAAAAAAAAmM/mdsfRB_Yzts/s320/k.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458175941160985058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times where I think before heading into my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Times where I wake up and disillusion myself,&lt;br /&gt;Times where I just stand or sit in a daze,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking about how much I dread the day ahead of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-5697612505257305175?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5697612505257305175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=5697612505257305175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5697612505257305175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5697612505257305175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/04/times-where-i-think-before-heading-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S79WGY574eI/AAAAAAAAAmM/mdsfRB_Yzts/s72-c/k.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-7555898039156561898</id><published>2010-04-08T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T20:51:43.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I'll be praying for you. Take my word for it, you're not alone.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-7555898039156561898?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/7555898039156561898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=7555898039156561898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/7555898039156561898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/7555898039156561898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/04/ill-be-praying-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-5685189938609288059</id><published>2010-04-08T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T20:45:48.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S73PW6bf-DI/AAAAAAAAAmE/nOkNMejoc2M/s320/tumblr_ky0sddW3MY1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457746315991578674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;In my white memory like a cotton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You come down and my teardrops descends&lt;br /&gt;Where are you? Are you looking for me too?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are always the first person that ran to me&lt;br /&gt;The feelings in my heart, leaves without any trace or a sound&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wait, Lonely. I’m Lonely, I’m Lonely, still&lt;br /&gt;I’m shaking, in my quiet yearning&lt;br /&gt;Again, by my side, by my side, by my side, little by little&lt;br /&gt;Hug me, Protect me, Comeback to me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Are you waiting too, While watching the same sky?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you and I are thinking the same way&lt;br /&gt;The feelings in my heart, leaves without leaving a trace or a sound&lt;br /&gt;Like this, I’ll believe, I’ll just wait&lt;br /&gt;We are away from each other, Just a moment&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My Love To You&lt;br /&gt;Wait, Lonely. I’m Lonely, I’m Lonely, still&lt;br /&gt;Wait, Lonely. I’m Lonely, I’m Lonely, as always&lt;br /&gt;I’m shaking, in my quiet yearning&lt;br /&gt;Again, by my side, by my side, by my side, little by little&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me, I’ll believe, I’ll hope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-5685189938609288059?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5685189938609288059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=5685189938609288059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5685189938609288059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5685189938609288059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/04/where-are-you-in-my-white-memory-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S73PW6bf-DI/AAAAAAAAAmE/nOkNMejoc2M/s72-c/tumblr_ky0sddW3MY1qzr04eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-8294143696023758387</id><published>2010-04-04T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T23:06:47.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S7iqg9xtdKI/AAAAAAAAAl8/5K-9Y-sFlWs/s1600/23462_380445458537_669818537_3671896_347447_njhfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S7iqg9xtdKI/AAAAAAAAAl8/5K-9Y-sFlWs/s320/23462_380445458537_669818537_3671896_347447_njhfd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456298431874954402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all 1314 8844 3344 184 99661359713413413 144433334455667 (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Julianne!!!!!!!!!! THANKS FOR THE CALL THAT NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah Audrey's aunt's cat flies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-8294143696023758387?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/8294143696023758387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=8294143696023758387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/8294143696023758387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/8294143696023758387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-you-all-1314-8844-3344-184.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S7iqg9xtdKI/AAAAAAAAAl8/5K-9Y-sFlWs/s72-c/23462_380445458537_669818537_3671896_347447_njhfd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-2390942540660756916</id><published>2010-04-02T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:44:17.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the temple this morning to do some ash praying. It was insanely packed and all the smoke from the incense got into my eyes and they got all sting-yy. Left shortly after the heavy load of suffering....... Had lunch with the family. Mom &amp;amp; dad fetched me to east coast and met Jingyi&amp;amp;Nat.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to rent skates so I rented a bike instead while everyone else was skating. Cycled somewhere and they played volleyball while I borrowed someones skates to do some blading I HAVEN'T LOST MY TOUCH HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Weiqian and Yanyee rented a two-rider bike and we took an escapade to macs. Then I left by myself to return the bike and everyone thought I went home- - So I walked ALONE and bought a drink ALONE and sat down ALONE and drank it ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally they were here after )!%&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;@ long years. After awhile, we parted and went our separate ways :c&lt;br /&gt;Yanyee&amp;amp; I took a bus and she dropped dunno where to take 854 while I dropped at the interchange. I had absolutely no clue where to go so I wondered around aimlessly for awhile ( wanted to use the loo ) took and mrt from bedok. Then this man who wasn't chinese (no pun intended ) who was obnoxiously licking his fingers and biting his fingers or nails Idk. THEN he fell on me ............... I WANTED TO SELF-DESTRUCT ON THE SPOT&lt;br /&gt;when I reached my stop I ran out using another exit. Oh my mother how traumatising!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back home and It rained for like 1 minute and it stopped. What the ..........&lt;br /&gt;Uploading the pics taken today, I LOOK DAMN BAD IDK WAI AIYO. But not to worry!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B/Y/Y/E/S/I/I/E/S/Z/X/C/Z/X/C/S/A/D/X/Z/S/Z/C/X/Z ((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((=&lt;br /&gt;( puke ) SMALL ASSETS HAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAAAAAI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-2390942540660756916?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/2390942540660756916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=2390942540660756916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/2390942540660756916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/2390942540660756916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/04/aiyo.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-1557144457541296855</id><published>2010-04-01T21:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T22:42:07.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you,</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S7SwfEXM31I/AAAAAAAAAl0/DSDJKQ7ODTA/s320/P4010331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455179096446000978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to blog since I am in a super bad mood right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, am getting lots of junk notifications on facebook. Which sorts of adds deadweight to how frustrated I already am. I want to spend a good friday on good friday since It's good friday after all but noooooo, there has to and will be something that is BOUND to happen tomorrow, that will drive me to the pits of premenstrual stress. See, I'm not even making sense anymore( at least I can't seem to understand myself right now ). Daaaamn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to call WeiQian now. Calling ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay PE was fun today !!!!! I like. Heh grabbing the hockey ball with my hands :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the shitface that told me to get out of the sports hall today,&lt;br /&gt;Piss off already. Who are you to tell me to get out of the bloody sports hall when It belongs to the school. Or to be more specific, MY SCHOOL. You think your house ah. You don't own the place so what authority do you have to ask me to get out? The school pays you, you dont pay them to use their facilities. Damn you to hell and mind your own business and bother someone who actually gives a damn about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow..... I want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I recently found out I'm pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy april fools lunatics&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-1557144457541296855?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1557144457541296855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=1557144457541296855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/1557144457541296855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/1557144457541296855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you,'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S7SwfEXM31I/AAAAAAAAAl0/DSDJKQ7ODTA/s72-c/P4010331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-4864261405232330690</id><published>2010-03-30T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:35:42.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know there are times where I feel like blogging, but when I'm online, i completely forget to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARO FEHHHHHHGS (This word dedicated to Natalie. Get well soon, boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay okay so Nat didn't come to school today. Math was boring because I had no one to sit withhhh sucks. Chem was boring as well. Physics needless to say. Chinese I died. Ss my fingers swollen. Assembly ............. WAH damn interesting and entertaining man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just practically summarised the whole series of events that happened today.&lt;br /&gt;Came home, slack, revise, AIYAAAAAAAAAA LIFE IS SOOOOO INSANELY BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye tmr got Chinese test going to (actually) study.&lt;br /&gt;I love chinese I love chinese I love chinese I love chinese I love chinese I love chinese I love chinese I love chinese I love chinese I love chinese I love chinese I love chineseI love chineseI love chinese I love chinese I love chinese I love chinese I love chinese I love chinese I love chinese I love chinese I love chinese ..........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow I'm still alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-4864261405232330690?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/4864261405232330690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=4864261405232330690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/4864261405232330690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/4864261405232330690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-know-there-are-times-where-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-6826978653826424495</id><published>2010-03-27T19:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:45:06.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Country,</title><content type='html'>Hello eveebowi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My muscles are sore all over neowwww. I have problems with climbing stairs k, my muscles are aching like hell. Ran 3.4km yesterday for cross country, I was fainting already. It's been a long time since I last ran such a long distance. Plus, we had physical the previous day. Idk why coach made us jump over benches when he knew we were having cross country the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came in 21st :c numa numa eyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind I will work harder next year !!!!!!!!!!!! Anticipating sports day already heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started running at the front line, then lots of people started taking over me. But I overtook them in the end. My muscles were dying I walked up the slopes because I didn't want my legs to betray me when I was nearing the line. Since the rest of the terrain was flat along the road side, I managed to take over a few more people.When I saw people chionging from behind, I chionged all the way to the finishing point I didn't even give a damn about who were in front or behind me anymore. I almost lost my sanity there o: AAAAAAAAND, 21st ok!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *#^%(!&amp;amp;Y*(YQ(EFIQY*&amp;amp;@T#PEWBER :c&lt;br /&gt;Oh,thanks to everyone who were cheering for me along the way and as well as the npcc girls who screamed like mad when I was reaching the finishing line. I WAS SO INSPIRED AND MOTIVATED I almost cried!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the run, some shit happened sorry for having to tolerate me. Thanks to Nata, Deirdre, Qikang, Jasmine, Fel and the rest of 2e3'09 for lifting my spirits !!! :p I felt much better afterwards thank you &amp;amp; I love you all/&lt;br /&gt;Took a bus with the rest to amkhub and spent time with them for a short while after which I was forced to go home ......... ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL END THIS POST ON A GOOD NOTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;HAPPY FIFTEENTH BABY NATASHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being my bestfriend for 3 years and always listening to the crap I tell you everyday. You are always looking out for me and worrying about me, also, thanks for yesterday aight c':&lt;br /&gt;SO DAMN TOUCHED CAN. FIFTEEN ALREADY LAH GROW UP !!! (R)(R)(R)(R)(R)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Earth Hour's starting soon.&lt;br /&gt;TAKE PART OR DIE SUCKERS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-6826978653826424495?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6826978653826424495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=6826978653826424495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/6826978653826424495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/6826978653826424495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/03/cross-country.html' title='Cross Country,'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-5386093616702842509</id><published>2010-03-25T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:20:03.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cross Country tomorrow. ( dreading it )&lt;br /&gt;School was damn boring as usual. I wanted to die during chem but since I am so smart and hardworking, I persevered ....... but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya shit I just realised I have to do chinese by tomorrow !!! THERE IS PEIRCE EARTH HOUR HAPPENING TOMORROW oh no... I have to be tortured by the guys in my class when they start making weird sounds when the lights are off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NVM. I will sleep during earth hour.&lt;br /&gt;Training was physical training today. We had to jump over 8 benches I nearly fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I do chinese or not? Dilemmaaaa emmaaa llamaaaaabananaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Nvm I'll ask God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-5386093616702842509?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5386093616702842509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=5386093616702842509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5386093616702842509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5386093616702842509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/03/cross-country-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-7102473725396932478</id><published>2010-03-22T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:54:01.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life, sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never had a day worse than this where I feel like everything is my fault even though it may not be but this feeling is just overwhelming. Damn my plant is dying. Please don't die you pretty little thinggggg. And then I miss youuuuu and you don't bloody care. Furthermore there are also mad sectwos whom I've never even talked to before asking me to shut up. Wow, I never knew they had such authority. Don't worry I'm not the police so all you'll see in school is people glaring at you from all over the place that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU WITH ALL MY HEART YOU LUNATIC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-7102473725396932478?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/7102473725396932478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=7102473725396932478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/7102473725396932478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/7102473725396932478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-1149031433913564649</id><published>2010-03-21T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T22:43:19.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel I have no idea what's going on in my life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shouldn't oil and water be separated by separating funnels? The model answer says its incorrect but that doesn't make sense because I'm just following what the textbook is indicating. I really really hate pure science. I really shouldn't have taken it in the first place, what's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain going have menses soon and then comes the cramps .........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-1149031433913564649?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1149031433913564649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=1149031433913564649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/1149031433913564649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/1149031433913564649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/03/sometimes-i-feel-i-have-no-idea-whats.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-3255213292329567002</id><published>2010-03-20T00:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T00:12:46.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Irony.&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/5479321732001303417-3255213292329567002?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-555026882274707288</id><published>2010-03-19T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T20:40:47.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(F)Melanie, says:&lt;br /&gt;*_______the pig&lt;br /&gt;full of shit&lt;br /&gt;it so big&lt;br /&gt;like a rabbit&lt;br /&gt;*see the baby&lt;br /&gt;want to party&lt;br /&gt;in a jucuzzi&lt;br /&gt;make me naughty&lt;br /&gt;*Im audrey&lt;br /&gt;the laundry&lt;br /&gt;full of coolness&lt;br /&gt;unlike the poultry&lt;br /&gt;*are you away?&lt;br /&gt;you are so gay&lt;br /&gt;you make me pray&lt;br /&gt;and go stray&lt;br /&gt;*dont freak out&lt;br /&gt;you are not loud&lt;br /&gt;I am your mother&lt;br /&gt;so is your father&lt;br /&gt;and your daughter&lt;br /&gt;who is a flounder !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(F)Melanie, says:&lt;br /&gt;*I say what?&lt;br /&gt;dont be a duck&lt;br /&gt;I'll make my mark&lt;br /&gt;and fart&lt;br /&gt;and fight a truck&lt;br /&gt;without luck&lt;br /&gt;we can earn some bucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-555026882274707288?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/555026882274707288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=555026882274707288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/555026882274707288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/555026882274707288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/03/fmelanie-says-bervin-pig-full-of-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-6446895124896351889</id><published>2010-03-19T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:59:55.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello It's 1245AM right now I was trying to finish up my homework. I haven't exactly finished it yet ................... Damn. Okay quick post. Training today @Rjc normal drills blah blah blah. Boringggggggggg went to have lunch at j8 okay skip the small details.&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING MUCH ALREADY ACTUALLY. Went home ( sorry Rongyao ) took 57. The bus driver was handsome !!! How often do you see a young &amp;amp; handsome bus driver? NEVER. Okay he wasn't exactly that handsome but waaaaaaay more good-looking than your average bus drivers. Hardly any bus drivers are that young either. Okay I will stop now this post is going nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow movie with Audreyyyyyyyy yay gonna come back and watch ( ... ) heh heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY HATE HOMEWORK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-6446895124896351889?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6446895124896351889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=6446895124896351889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/6446895124896351889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/6446895124896351889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-its-1245am-right-now-i-was-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-4834446222825549930</id><published>2010-03-17T20:28:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:19:01.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S6DLI8rmgfI/AAAAAAAAAls/9hFLpLlGaCk/s320/tumblr_kz0ttjQqsa1qzgow9o1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449578903706698226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going apeshittttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt&lt;br /&gt;Because I have so much homework that can actually pile all the way up to mount everest. What a holiday. I spent the day alone at home having time all to myself. Surfed the net in the afternoon while talking to Aud &amp;amp; Maverick. Came across a christmas tree fisheye bush wow ............&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go sleep after that but I decided not to so I did the homework for History. AND I swear my printer has something against me. It freaking has issues man it wouldn't let me print my bloody homework !!! Had tuition which I was dreading the entire day. Training tomorrow @Rjc again sighhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Friday!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="50" height="0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ozK70MLd42k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="50" height="50"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow one lor like one drunk retard, right Audrey&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/5479321732001303417-4834446222825549930?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/4834446222825549930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=4834446222825549930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/4834446222825549930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/4834446222825549930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-going-apeshitttttttttttttttttttttt.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S6DLI8rmgfI/AAAAAAAAAls/9hFLpLlGaCk/s72-c/tumblr_kz0ttjQqsa1qzgow9o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-5927249114960917883</id><published>2010-03-17T12:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T12:41:41.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah blogger. it's been so long since i've blogged in blogger oh but whatever :p&lt;div&gt;Im your mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever wondered why you can't lick your elbows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me tell you why :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because OCD people will start licking them lika crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I KNOW YOU WANT ME&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/5479321732001303417-5927249114960917883?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5927249114960917883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=5927249114960917883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5927249114960917883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5927249114960917883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/03/ah-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-416588389905781815</id><published>2010-03-16T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T20:40:33.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/_8a06lZjDCd8/S597-D55YiI/AAAAAAAAAlk/BUlVS7ZboPU/s320/P3140199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449210380271837730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Taken w/ my awesome camera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I hear Baby by Justin Beiber being played, I feel like slapping someone. I mean the chorus is pretty catchy, but the starting "OoOoO0O0oO0Oh" just makes me feel like massacring everything in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was alright today. Was supposed to meet the girls @730 but instead I woke up at that time. Training was supposed to start at 8 but I was still at home. Met Jingyi at around 8.20 at Marymount and walked to RJC. What a tedious route man my legs were dying already ( oh my stamina..... )&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just realised I've been repeating the same song for the past 3 hours. Anyway, I was warmly welcomed by yanyee's holy divine blessing water spurting out from her water bottle. Started playing matches blah blah blah the usual. wah prcs damn good siol ( right, Natalie )&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at Rjc (Y) good food man, good food. but the $$$$ all fly. 851 with Rachel. Lynmay called on the way to the bus stop and saw her walking across the road HAIIIIIIIII LYNMAY !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, bathed and took a well-deserved nap which I haven't taken in a long time. Yay finally recooperate my white/red/blue/green/black cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I'm going to drink another glass of milk.&lt;br /&gt;Friday nize outing k Audrey ! :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-416588389905781815?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/416588389905781815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=416588389905781815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/416588389905781815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/416588389905781815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/03/nikon.html' title='Nikon'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S597-D55YiI/AAAAAAAAAlk/BUlVS7ZboPU/s72-c/P3140199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-5023351471205881485</id><published>2010-03-13T13:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T14:42:22.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameraaaaaaa, :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/_8a06lZjDCd8/S5sxTDUCxyI/AAAAAAAAAlc/uxfsKCuTuYE/s320/P3120136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448002377611396898" border="0" /&gt;Redsports :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S5sxLt6gzrI/AAAAAAAAAlU/yWhO2LmB_wI/s320/P3120137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448002251608084146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/_8a06lZjDCd8/S5sw_rllhtI/AAAAAAAAAlM/CUE9Ex7Fd1A/s320/P3120139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448002044825011922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I swear I've no idea who these people are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_8a06lZjDCd8/S5swp4f2glI/AAAAAAAAAlE/-egcjIOSjv0/s320/P3120127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448001670333497938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/_8a06lZjDCd8/S5swc9I1mMI/AAAAAAAAAk8/wLERadGbShU/s320/P3110099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448001448240847042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Nicole (L).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been bringing the camera around w me these days. Snapshotsss, :p&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Audrey's place for dinner. Talked, you know, h2h stuff c:&lt;br /&gt;Will update this space later, gottago do some stufffffffffffffffffff BAI !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-5023351471205881485?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5023351471205881485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=5023351471205881485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5023351471205881485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5023351471205881485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/03/cameraaaaaaa.html' title='Cameraaaaaaa, :)'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S5sxTDUCxyI/AAAAAAAAAlc/uxfsKCuTuYE/s72-c/P3120136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-1615758890984722269</id><published>2010-03-10T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:08:45.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nationals,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S5elwoBckvI/AAAAAAAAAk0/FzF5-c-h6w0/s1600-h/Photo0571.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/_8a06lZjDCd8/S5elwoBckvI/AAAAAAAAAk0/FzF5-c-h6w0/s320/Photo0571.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447004529123693298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S5elkw94OsI/AAAAAAAAAks/n9eLT6V7pJE/s1600-h/Photo0570.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/_8a06lZjDCd8/S5elkw94OsI/AAAAAAAAAks/n9eLT6V7pJE/s320/Photo0570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447004325366217410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone's megapixels suck. I really, really want a new camera.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the pictures are with Deirdre. Congrats to the boys for being second in the zone !!! :p&lt;br /&gt;Even though you all lost by 3 points, theres always nationals to work hard for.&lt;br /&gt;Be proud of yourselves :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fatty from the opposing team had issues. He has serious problems man, I mean, yeah I know you're fat stop showing off. Okay, won't elaborate. You wouldn't want a long line of vulgarities (not that I'm actually vulgar but yeah) coming out due to the anger surging in me o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to hit the books !!!&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this one's for you, tanwenxiiiiiiiii :)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I read your blog. Yeah we did drift apart, :( But its okay! We're in the same class this year, things will definitely get better. I love our class of course I'm happy with you all. 2e3'o9 is like my family. Understanding and fun to be around with, I love you all lah. Sorry I'm not always with you all. (L)(L)(L) Luv you dearest appleyyyy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-1615758890984722269?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1615758890984722269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=1615758890984722269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/1615758890984722269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/1615758890984722269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/03/nationals.html' title='Nationals,'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S5elwoBckvI/AAAAAAAAAk0/FzF5-c-h6w0/s72-c/Photo0571.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-6977685085134729485</id><published>2010-03-08T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T20:27:07.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S5Tm9_U_47I/AAAAAAAAAkk/t0RdrCuK0lo/s320/tumblr_kxq3j60qcM1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446231802043687858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I really do want to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellorw, I'm home, drained and weary. I feel stiff all over and my blood feels oddly stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;My eyelids feel like they're being intensely pulled like it weighs the entire world.&lt;br /&gt;My body feels like it's been rotting for over a century and started moving only recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was terrible. Chem, stinks. Like, what the hell, Mrs Leow. What on earth are you talking about? Training made everyone pms like crazy. I don't want to talk about it, really. It was just a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;Phototaking tomorrow, gonna hafta look prim and dainty. Looking forward to the holidays, I can finally take a breather. I hate hate hate hate hate school sooo much it could kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight bye, I'm going to take a look at math.&lt;br /&gt;Waves!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-6977685085134729485?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6977685085134729485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=6977685085134729485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/6977685085134729485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/6977685085134729485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/03/life.html' title='Life.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S5Tm9_U_47I/AAAAAAAAAkk/t0RdrCuK0lo/s72-c/tumblr_kxq3j60qcM1qzr04eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-8162073584469319202</id><published>2010-03-07T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T22:26:53.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop acting innocent. its disgusting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S5O3X5AfCII/AAAAAAAAAkc/ST1oAAsXSpQ/s320/LIES__by_xXxExsanguinatioNxXx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445897995488790658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think since it happened two years ago, It's nothing now?&lt;br /&gt;So you were just putting up a front two years ago? A facade of sorts?&lt;br /&gt;So you think by making up a cover would make me impressed at your fake innocence?&lt;br /&gt;So you think It doesn't matter even If it was a small lie?&lt;br /&gt;So then, really, who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, was it REALLY you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I don't know you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;EH HELLO I WANT A NEW CAMERAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. I WANT A LOMO PHREAZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-8162073584469319202?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/8162073584469319202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=8162073584469319202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/8162073584469319202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/8162073584469319202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/03/stop-acting-innocent-its-disgusting.html' title='Stop acting innocent. its disgusting.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S5O3X5AfCII/AAAAAAAAAkc/ST1oAAsXSpQ/s72-c/LIES__by_xXxExsanguinatioNxXx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-4011351446077543200</id><published>2010-03-05T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T21:41:22.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S5EJ0Ap229I/AAAAAAAAAkU/7e-ShmGnObE/s320/Photo0514.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445144213601049554" border="0" /&gt;Random photoooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-4011351446077543200?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/4011351446077543200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=4011351446077543200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/4011351446077543200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/4011351446077543200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-photoooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S5EJ0Ap229I/AAAAAAAAAkU/7e-ShmGnObE/s72-c/Photo0514.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-221131379479355106</id><published>2010-03-05T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T21:59:25.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEOWZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S5ECjGGOl_I/AAAAAAAAAkM/arUFBEB3jCM/s320/Image64.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445136226423052274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herroooooooow, fishballs.&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY END OF THE WEEK GASPING FOR BREATH ALR.&lt;br /&gt;Finally gotten back all the papers. I did really badly :( I failed physics badly!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just realised theres no shampoo, I need to rejuvenate my hair cells.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic, yeah my results this term were really bad.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO TAKE A BREATHER FROM ALL THE BAD AIRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;(By the way I managed to pass Chinese yay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey and I went to catch Dear John today. How can anyone find It boring I think its really meaningful and everything you know. Except the last part which ruined the whole show.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda's reaction just gave everything away. According to Nata, she laughed like crazy at that part. Went back to school for like 5 seconds and then bought drinks and home. Did I mention about the crazy 166 bus that drove onto the sidewalk and pretended to break down? A sub bus came shortly after and then the other bus drove away.&lt;br /&gt;Come on la can't you think of a better way to avoid your shift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm tired. BAI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps/ Happy Birthday Low Qi Kang!!!!!!!!!!! Luv you bro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-221131379479355106?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/221131379479355106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=221131379479355106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/221131379479355106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/221131379479355106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/03/beowz.html' title='BEOWZ'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S5ECjGGOl_I/AAAAAAAAAkM/arUFBEB3jCM/s72-c/Image64.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-3790246860268889703</id><published>2010-03-04T19:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:17:08.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marked with Intricacy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S4-hDXfINZI/AAAAAAAAAkE/w29lOmjFgaI/s320/34.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444747553730475410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is completely sucking my soul out.&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly feel like I have no freedom. Not only am I lacking an enormous amount of sleep, I am not drinking enough water and furthermore, I am still getting bad grades. Not to mention, I am insanely exhausted what with all the brain cramps and the fatigue. I should have treasured the holidays more. What can we do in order to vindicate the rights of us, students? That's right, nothing. Because school is everything now, the world, everything that revolves around our lives is about school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How joyful it would be to live a simple yet dainty life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training nearly killed me today. Physical training, to be exact. Well tomorrow's Friday, I can finally take a break from an exhausting week. I always look forward to Fridays with Audrey, I can finally relaxxxxxxxx yes !!! :) And also it helps to get things out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm off to bathe, do E-learning &amp;amp; History homework, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye peepowz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-3790246860268889703?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/3790246860268889703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=3790246860268889703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/3790246860268889703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/3790246860268889703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/03/marked-with-intricacy.html' title='Marked with Intricacy.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S4-hDXfINZI/AAAAAAAAAkE/w29lOmjFgaI/s72-c/34.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-2513480530271880451</id><published>2010-03-03T14:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T14:20:02.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we really alive?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S438YXonXTI/AAAAAAAAAj8/pUY5dlI1htY/s320/tumblr_kwlmjfDsXf1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444285020152225074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellow crazy gypsies.&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go to Keith's place but I decided not to since tuition got pushed back. (Sorry guys) Rongyao's birthday was yesterday. Happy Birthday President/Taichou !!! How's the divorce with Sam coming along? Pretty sad, huh. Thanks for 3 years of fun and laughter !!! :p Forever the joker &amp;amp; the cuteboy of the class. Hope you had a great birthday with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to something else. E-learning was terrible as usual except the fact that I slept in and woke up late for E-learning. I'm hungryyyyy. I haven't done chinese yet, half done with english, half done with math, done with ss, done with chem. Ahhh, lost the mood to blog. Things like these need inspiration and unfortunately I just lost it. Bye pewwwwwwwbers! (Joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know you talk behind my back, I know it very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-2513480530271880451?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/2513480530271880451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=2513480530271880451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/2513480530271880451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/2513480530271880451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/03/are-we-really-alive.html' title='Are we really alive?'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S438YXonXTI/AAAAAAAAAj8/pUY5dlI1htY/s72-c/tumblr_kwlmjfDsXf1qzr04eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-1296121271620757858</id><published>2010-03-02T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:58:27.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S40XPaolxCI/AAAAAAAAAj0/tDhRMXHpcq8/s320/28.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444033078175843362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love 2e3'09, you're all like my family.&lt;br /&gt;(L).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life. I understand problems are inevitable, but why do they always happen so often to me? Why me? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should learn to be anti-social.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-1296121271620757858?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1296121271620757858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=1296121271620757858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/1296121271620757858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/1296121271620757858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/03/are-you-happy.html' title='Are you happy?'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S40XPaolxCI/AAAAAAAAAj0/tDhRMXHpcq8/s72-c/28.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-5537819751161878486</id><published>2010-03-01T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:41:23.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is burning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S4vD7mN6rgI/AAAAAAAAAjs/C0xfCv6UDPo/s320/Image90.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443660003245993474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know but, I swear If God ever gave us the opportunity to switch lives or something, you probably wouldn't want to take my place.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, It sucks to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in a new class and all, It just isn't very .. nice(damn, my vocab). I hate being separated from my friends. It sucks when all your friends are doing well except you. Whenever I needed help, they were there for me. Now? I'm on my own. I mean, being independent is supposedly a good thing, but It's really frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really ought to pull up my socks. Brush up on my studies and all. There's so many things that are distracting me from staying on track. Problems after problems, sometimes I really envy those super muggers in my class. They don't have anything to worry about except themselves. It's really unfair how some people naturally do well without having to study like it was some god give talent or something. Like, it isn't really giving the people who work hard their due credit. No discourtesy intended, but I really have a strong distaste for people like them. It's not their fault or anything, I'm just being insanely selfish, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I study for long hours or burn the midnight oil just to study, and then what do I get in the end? Nothing. Nothing shows, nothing at all. All i get in the end is frustration and disappointment. Then I get angry at myself for being so stupid, making careless mistakes even though I try so hard not to. There are times where I really hate myself for being so dumb. Like, why couldn't I have done better? Why did I make such a silly mistake?&lt;br /&gt;Then again, what have I done to deserve to suffer such bad results?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, maybe because I'm just stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is karma, maybe It's my retribution for something bad that I've done.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, not trying to be too religious or something, but would It hurt to make myself feel better even if it was just a little? I don't want to ask for too much, but I really pray hard to at least get distinctions for the next few papers I'll be getting back.&lt;br /&gt;Please God, help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to do Amath. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Troubled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-5537819751161878486?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5537819751161878486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=5537819751161878486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5537819751161878486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5537819751161878486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-life-is-burning.html' title='My life is burning.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S4vD7mN6rgI/AAAAAAAAAjs/C0xfCv6UDPo/s72-c/Image90.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-1483610615559966664</id><published>2010-02-21T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T14:11:21.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WELL GOODLUCK FOR COMMON TESTS TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;I'M OFF TO CRAM MY BRAIN. SEEYAW.&lt;br /&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/5479321732001303417-1483610615559966664?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1483610615559966664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=1483610615559966664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/1483610615559966664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/1483610615559966664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-goodluck-for-common-tests-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-7742889010342701070</id><published>2010-02-17T17:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T18:01:20.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Staits Times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MS ANGELINE NG: 'On Chinese New Year's Eve, at around 9.30pm, I noticed a group of people setting off half a dozen sky lanterns at the end of Lentor Loop in Lentor housing estate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of the floating lanterns, kept afloat by a naked flame heating the air in the lantern, landed on a tree about 80m from my house. The others continued flying till they were out of sight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can only hope they landed somewhere safe. If these lanterns land on a house, lives and property could be lost. Even if that does not happen, in dry weather, it could cause a fire by igniting bushes and trees nearby. Setting off fireworks is illegal here. Shouldn't these floating lanterns also be declared illegal?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wow. Another one without brains.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it obvious the fire will die out since the sky has a lower temperature compared to where we're standing? It's not like the lanterns will crash into a plane or something. Oh, and please. I have adults in the family (not to mention, they have brains), please don't insult them by thinking we did this without thinking about the fire &amp;amp; safety etc etc. And yes, It DID land on the tree. But it did NOT catch on fire, and eventually untangled itself to continue flying into the sky. Just one more thing, this is a really childish method to get back at us for calling you stupid when you were the one being rude to us in the first place. Next time, if you want to shout, show your face bloody coward.&lt;br /&gt;Get that in your head, will you, ANGEL...-INE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh, and if you think Miss ANGEL-INE NG here was right or whatever. Try envisioning it in my shoes. It doesn't feel very pleasant to have your family insulted like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Flying lanterns are very safe if used strictly in accordance with the Safety and Launch Instructions. A copy of these will be supplied with your order."&lt;br /&gt;How about you go look it up yourself miss retard?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-7742889010342701070?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/7742889010342701070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=7742889010342701070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/7742889010342701070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/7742889010342701070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/02/staits-times.html' title='The Staits Times.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-5423827448095126727</id><published>2010-02-12T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T20:09:12.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hvd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S3VEUJoSOpI/AAAAAAAAAjc/q020InypRzY/s1600-h/new_life_by_meppol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S3VEUJoSOpI/AAAAAAAAAjc/q020InypRzY/s320/new_life_by_meppol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437327238092700306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Happy Early &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Valentines &lt;/span&gt;Day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&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/5479321732001303417-5423827448095126727?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5423827448095126727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=5423827448095126727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5423827448095126727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5423827448095126727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/02/hvd.html' title='Hvd'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S3VEUJoSOpI/AAAAAAAAAjc/q020InypRzY/s72-c/new_life_by_meppol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-1146629771824695953</id><published>2010-02-09T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:24:20.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye.</title><content type='html'>Crap.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it suck when turmoils suddenly start stirring up in your life, and though you were just some excess shit that's supposedly out of place within this whole debris, you feel responsible for the entire thing.&lt;br /&gt;There are times where I think It's best if I shut myself out from the world and just be content that I have a beautiful family.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, screw my social life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So much for leaving a pretty message before I depart for my hiatus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-1146629771824695953?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1146629771824695953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=1146629771824695953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/1146629771824695953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/1146629771824695953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/02/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-878372494771045716</id><published>2010-02-09T20:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:55:09.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In perfect rapture,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S3FXKmvuYqI/AAAAAAAAAjU/YxMdD6ayaic/s320/a_dogs_life_by_DavedeHaan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436222064923927202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;( SEMI HIATUS )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Update when I feel like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This the season to be cramming, tralalala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well then, I'll leave you with something inspirational I came across.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;In this we believe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;That we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;That no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and, you must forgive them for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;That true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;That you can do something in an instant   that will give you heartache for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;That it's taking me a long time to become  the person I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;That either you control your attitude or it controls you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;That sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down, will be the ones to help you get back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;That sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;That it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;That no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your   grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;That our background and circumstances may have influenced&lt;br /&gt;who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;That just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other, And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;That two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;That your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even  know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;That even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you - you will find the strength to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;That credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;That the people you care about most in life are the essence of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-878372494771045716?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/878372494771045716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=878372494771045716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/878372494771045716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/878372494771045716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-perfect-rapture.html' title='In perfect rapture,'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S3FXKmvuYqI/AAAAAAAAAjU/YxMdD6ayaic/s72-c/a_dogs_life_by_DavedeHaan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-588945206650722595</id><published>2010-02-08T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:23:15.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BARBIE DOLLS HAHAHAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Firstly&lt;/span&gt;, I shouldn't be blogging because there is a physics &amp;amp; chem test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Secondly&lt;/span&gt;, I shouldn't be blogging because I have alot of homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thirdly&lt;/span&gt;, I shouldn't be blogging because there is alot of administrative papers to be signed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should not be blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I just had a sudden urge. Alright I'll make this quick.&lt;br /&gt;School today was boring as usual. Stayed back after SPA and played with measuring tape in the ISH. Then some malicious person had to spoil the fun and we were chased out. Talked and immersed ourselves into some serious business. EHEHEH. Soon, home.&lt;br /&gt;My relatives are here now having reunion dinner while I'm stuck in my room ( supposedly studying ) blogging. Anyway I have to go like, nownownownownow!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE SET MY PRIORITIES STRAIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;Physics comes first then Chem since I've already lost hope on Chemistry. How awful the truth is, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway BAI NOW !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My brain was cramping like it was in labor and the baby was stuck,"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-588945206650722595?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/588945206650722595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=588945206650722595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/588945206650722595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/588945206650722595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/02/barbie-dolls-hahahaha.html' title='BARBIE DOLLS HAHAHAHA'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-3855635004861694070</id><published>2010-02-06T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:41:02.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cos when I fall,</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S22JT2MRxBI/AAAAAAAAAjM/75GEore9XDg/s320/18743_313144527362_647337362_4722091_3898611_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435151299363587090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this picture :)&lt;br /&gt;I don't really feel like posting but my blog is on the verge of decomposing.&lt;br /&gt;Common tests are comming really soon &amp;amp; YAY FOR CNY!!!!!!!!!!!! I can hear the money rolling in. Kachingchingching baby! Going shopping tomorrow w Rachel &amp;amp; Yanyee(hopefully) How many years has it been since I last went out?&lt;br /&gt;Yesssssssss, I'm ready for FTCAs !!! I AM READY TO FACE THE WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay sorry my brain's warped.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to bed, seeyawl peabrains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I did something wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Please forgive me, I will repay you back in folds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If I could meet you once more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That, I would do anything for.&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/5479321732001303417-3855635004861694070?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/3855635004861694070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=3855635004861694070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/3855635004861694070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/3855635004861694070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/02/cos-when-i-fall.html' title='Cos when I fall,'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S22JT2MRxBI/AAAAAAAAAjM/75GEore9XDg/s72-c/18743_313144527362_647337362_4722091_3898611_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-990787732381839473</id><published>2010-02-02T21:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:46:40.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3E1,</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/_8a06lZjDCd8/S2gr0rlgU-I/AAAAAAAAAjE/rkrxoXzQMBM/s1600-h/21571_289696032840_768032840_3281023_4787417_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S2gr0rlgU-I/AAAAAAAAAjE/rkrxoXzQMBM/s320/21571_289696032840_768032840_3281023_4787417_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433641134475727842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CIP day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aro! :p I'm just going to do a quick post since I've got to get back to studying.&lt;br /&gt;There's an Amath test tomorrow. And not to mention Chinese too.&lt;br /&gt;PC today was a nuclear bomb. We had durian &amp;amp; mango cake kudos to Mrs Han :) AND.&lt;br /&gt;We had a karaoke session o: It was more of a, class bonding as Mrs Han would put it.&lt;br /&gt;SPA was pretty alright. Experiments are fun but not when everything Is rushed :(&lt;br /&gt;Today was scorching hot!!!! You can grill steak on my hair. It was sizzling in the sun. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;OKAI BAI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing holding me back anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to abolish that position, isn't it? And let someone new take its place.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-990787732381839473?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/990787732381839473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=990787732381839473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/990787732381839473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/990787732381839473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/02/3e1.html' title='3E1,'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S2gr0rlgU-I/AAAAAAAAAjE/rkrxoXzQMBM/s72-c/21571_289696032840_768032840_3281023_4787417_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-5864194994380694263</id><published>2010-02-01T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:42:41.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The time keeps on ticking,</title><content type='html'>Why's my internet so screwed now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway salutations. I've got homework but I haven't done it yet. I really, really hate english lessons. Ms Huang would probably lecture me about my responsibilites as a rep or something ( since I didn't hand in the edusave form and the book talk thing which was due last friday ).&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, screw this man. I miss Miss Bridget :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreading tomorrow. The girls will be going for competition again. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;Plus, this whole week will be torture. There's an Amath &amp;amp; Chinese test on wednesday, Emath &amp;amp; Chem test on friday. Not to mention, there's a physics test next tuesday. I'm going home to mug after school tomorrow. I feel guilty not studying when I have free time :(&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm just tired. I know other people have it harder, but i'm not used to this.&lt;br /&gt;It's exhausting thinking of the possibilities of what might occur the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want white hair to start bulging out of my hair !!!! And I wouldn't want to start shrinking due to the excess deadweight i have to carry everyday.&lt;br /&gt;How is it that there are people living happier lives than me when they experience the same thing that I do everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;So today was pretty much the usual. Had mundane lessons and went out after school to tpy. Yanyee wanted to get the chem practical book o: Took jingyi along yay! Lets go get assessments soon !!! Ate at the food court $$$$ kachingching flyflyfly! That's why I prefer school food. Cheaper :p On the bus yan was reciting some newly invented thai words. Can you stop making random people laugh at you when you start doing retarded things in the public? Natalie gave us her famous 'face' :B It's all over facebook now. Then of course, training (too lazy to elaborate). And then, home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL THEN GOODBYE MY MINIONS!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to plan the next feudal war.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-5864194994380694263?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5864194994380694263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=5864194994380694263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5864194994380694263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5864194994380694263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-keeps-on-ticking.html' title='The time keeps on ticking,'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-2774969427653045908</id><published>2010-01-31T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:48:47.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends,</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S2WGYjFGApI/AAAAAAAAAi8/0hriIGhQojg/s320/forever_and_always__by_julkusiowa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432896281783960210" border="0" /&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="font-family: georgia;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAREST BESTFRIEND,&lt;br /&gt;ELIJAH ERH !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's been 3 years, hasn't it? Isn't It tiring being my best friend? I used to always rant on you,&lt;br /&gt;telling you bits and pieces about my life and telling you about how I lived each day in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Playing online games together, retarded &amp;amp; lame msn games, and competing academically.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, weren't we really childish back then? o: It's a little different this year, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you bestie :( when will we talk like how we used to before? I miss being in the same class&lt;br /&gt;as you. I miss that dirty zinc bag of yours (well, i can see it's been washed just only recently.)&lt;br /&gt;I miss sec 1 the most. Those were good times, weren't they? :'( Anyway, happy fifteenth, bestie.&lt;br /&gt;And, I miss you very, very much. Besties forever and a day aight! (L).&lt;br /&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/5479321732001303417-2774969427653045908?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/2774969427653045908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=2774969427653045908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/2774969427653045908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/2774969427653045908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-friends.html' title='Best Friends,'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S2WGYjFGApI/AAAAAAAAAi8/0hriIGhQojg/s72-c/forever_and_always__by_julkusiowa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-6711449338879270412</id><published>2010-01-30T15:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T15:39:10.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I have to put up with this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOPEEBOPEEBOPEE LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIP this morning was pretty alright. Woke up late at around, 8.15?&lt;br /&gt;Yanyee and Natalie almost killed me when they found out.&lt;br /&gt;Houses at amk are really scary, imo. :( So we just followed what we were told.&lt;br /&gt;First block was Sera's, went up for a drink before we left. Thanks man :p next block was 540, followed by 543 which we didn't really do ( various spine-chilling reasons ) . We did 544 in the end. Gathered at 545 first and we took a group photo. Cheer up Aysha Mustafa Quek !!! Most of them left and only a few of us stayed behind to help dump all the recycling material into the truck. Slacked under the block for awhile before leaving. Yanyee's dad drove us to hub and Rachel &amp;amp; I took 166 tgt :p luv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back and saw something that had me in dismay.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Says you're special, But doesn't speak to you, but rather someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't It make you ponder "Sigh, am I really?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-6711449338879270412?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6711449338879270412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=6711449338879270412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/6711449338879270412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/6711449338879270412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-do-i-have-to-put-up-with-this.html' title='Why do I have to put up with this?'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-3531906221634444071</id><published>2010-01-29T21:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T22:05:54.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom of choice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S2LpuEfNAyI/AAAAAAAAAi0/15xjYgqiOMI/s320/flying_by_soono.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432161078250111778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:200%;"  &gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;I promise you that I'll be right here&lt;/span&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/5479321732001303417-3531906221634444071?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/3531906221634444071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=3531906221634444071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/3531906221634444071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/3531906221634444071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/01/freedom-of-choice.html' title='freedom of choice.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S2LpuEfNAyI/AAAAAAAAAi0/15xjYgqiOMI/s72-c/flying_by_soono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-9212438013550235408</id><published>2010-01-27T21:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:49:07.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To portray my heart,</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S2BB331RQII/AAAAAAAAAis/CTttKGRJRFo/s320/22562_223815599931_596319931_2902448_4564254_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431413578744807554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;WongJingYi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;WONG DA JIE !!! :p Thanks for staying by me all this while. And I'm sorry I pestered you about tuition today. You should go for tuition, If its your priority then I understand :) You are always there to hear me out and be a listening ear to my problems. Thank you so much for being understanding and empathising with me all the time. You'll always be with the vbclique for eternity !!!! Luv, (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_8a06lZjDCd8/S2BAfqSW-8I/AAAAAAAAAik/JBQ8E5nWypA/s320/Photo0333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431412063280233410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellohellohellooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons were relatively boring today. After school we slacked at the canteen then left for CIP.&lt;br /&gt;We were divided into groups and we took blk 542 ( which was (Y) man. )&lt;br /&gt;I popped flyers into the letterboxes at first then we went on upstairs. I left flyers on their doorsteps but I couldn't bring myself to put flyers into the houses that had their doors open. It's embarrassing :( And so, wenxi &amp;amp; I hastily gave out all our flyers ( except for those we used to fan ourselves ).&lt;br /&gt;We finished in 0.1 nanoseconds !!!!! Called Mrs Han then went back to school to * cough *&lt;br /&gt;We waited for years for Rachel to come, then we took out the cake for Jingyi !!!! &amp;amp; Weihao.&lt;br /&gt;They said my cake was good * goes delirious * Is this inspiration I'm sensing? :p&lt;br /&gt;Sang and ate the cake and then continued to slack again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Fifteenth Jingyi &amp;amp; Weihao !!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-9212438013550235408?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/9212438013550235408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=9212438013550235408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/9212438013550235408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/9212438013550235408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-portray-my-heart.html' title='To portray my heart,'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S2BB331RQII/AAAAAAAAAis/CTttKGRJRFo/s72-c/22562_223815599931_596319931_2902448_4564254_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-1539478195365186829</id><published>2010-01-25T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:57:17.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beloved Cousin,</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Melissa !!!!!!!!!!!!! (L) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-1539478195365186829?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1539478195365186829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=1539478195365186829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/1539478195365186829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/1539478195365186829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-beloved-cousin.html' title='My Beloved Cousin,'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-8071232842765271271</id><published>2010-01-25T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:28:02.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired.</title><content type='html'>Ironic how everyone seems to have a strong distaste for secondary 3 life.&lt;br /&gt;Tell you my honest opinion, yes, I think school sucks to the core. In fact, I miss my primary school life when everyone was oblivious to everything and we just did as we pleased living life to its fullest, without feeling any remorse or negative feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary life is tiring and exhausting every single day. And my lips hurt because I accidentally peeled part of the skin off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons, SPA then Training.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off, seeyaw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-8071232842765271271?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/8071232842765271271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=8071232842765271271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/8071232842765271271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/8071232842765271271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/01/tired.html' title='tired.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-4907254375245934123</id><published>2010-01-24T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:09:12.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacklustre eyes</title><content type='html'>I'm so sorry for the lack of updates. You know, life just gets boring when you least expect it to.&lt;br /&gt;Like how you think you've finally reached the climax of the story but instead it just leaves you with suspense and you're still far from the climax. Sorry I'm bad at elaborating. I'll update when something actually exciting comes forth. I don't mean to procrastinate but yeah, seeya til then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONGHYUN IS COMINGGGGGGGGGGGG!!! But I'm not sure If I can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NUUUU~ D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-4907254375245934123?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/4907254375245934123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=4907254375245934123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/4907254375245934123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/4907254375245934123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/01/lacklustre-eyes.html' title='Lacklustre eyes'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-6035390021024322959</id><published>2010-01-19T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:57:11.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally reciprocated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S1W4CdiMQVI/AAAAAAAAAic/vevHxTlo9z8/s320/Invincible_Summer_by_ThisFallingStar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428447278292287826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yayyyyyyyyyy !!!&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/5479321732001303417-6035390021024322959?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6035390021024322959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=6035390021024322959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/6035390021024322959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/6035390021024322959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally-reciprocated.html' title='Finally reciprocated.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S1W4CdiMQVI/AAAAAAAAAic/vevHxTlo9z8/s72-c/Invincible_Summer_by_ThisFallingStar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-1958616172790352284</id><published>2010-01-18T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:10:00.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick of that reaction.</title><content type='html'>Today just really isn't my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family: times new roman;font-size:78%;" &gt;Well, i'm not on the team, so why should I bother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed attire check for the first time. ( a formal one, that is ) Thanks man, mrs han. Skipped half of cme lesson. Yes !!!! This old fuddy duddy came to teach us today and he tought me so much about respect man.&lt;br /&gt;" so, now in society, respect is the number one respect in the world of respect. you young people should learn to respect the respectful people of the world that should receive their due respect such as respectful teachers - respect is the most common basic courtesy of respect and let me tell you what is respect, respecting the respects is what respect really is!!! SO RESPECT YOUR RESPECTFUL TEACHERS "&lt;br /&gt;I am now respectfully enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths was exhausting as usual. Chinese was a bore and physics became... a war. Everyone was boisterously shooting bazookas at each other while looking at their test results. After school ate at tpy's delifrance then head back to school for training. The last thing I want to talk about is training so I'll just stop here and end on a good note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I passed my first purephysics test.&lt;br /&gt;** I will not be sensitive and treat every remark regarding xxx as something that does not concern me at all. Oh, I just remembered. I don't even have the right to be concerned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-1958616172790352284?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1958616172790352284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=1958616172790352284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/1958616172790352284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/1958616172790352284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-sick-of-that-reaction.html' title='I&apos;m sick of that reaction.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-2108204154071410079</id><published>2010-01-16T21:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:55:54.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is my reaction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S1G9AgG2nVI/AAAAAAAAAiU/5XbNvwMIOE8/s320/Alex_Gaskarth--large-msg-1203986319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427326842274487634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he hot or what?&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO TIRED !!!!!!! EYELIDS. SHUTTING. DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;I love the night air, makes me lightheaded. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;If you understand me, then would you cry for me?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-2108204154071410079?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/2108204154071410079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=2108204154071410079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/2108204154071410079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/2108204154071410079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-my-reaction.html' title='this is my reaction.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S1G9AgG2nVI/AAAAAAAAAiU/5XbNvwMIOE8/s72-c/Alex_Gaskarth--large-msg-1203986319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-9034976625886078313</id><published>2010-01-15T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:44:01.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a second to breathe.</title><content type='html'>Honestly, It's just so trying. Why can't life just adjust by itself? Really, just what can I do to turn my life back around to how the happy times used to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Audrey &amp;amp; I caught cirque de freak after school. Sorry I had to look for mr chan so sorry you had to wait for so many years. Lunch at macs. Thanks for the listening ear, drey. The movie was pretty interesting, just not very well-defined. But it was good !!! :) Looking forward to the movies that are coming out soon. Just before we were about to leave, Sindy called my name and I bid my final goodbyes to Melissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa Lee Qin, come back to visit soon aight! I wish you didn't have to transfer. Our C' Girls couldn't have done It without you. You were a friendly junior and I'm sorry about all the things that I've ever made you upset about. Hope to see you soon, junior! You'll always be a part of our volleyball team :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'ma go now, I'm tired and I feel abit edgy. Bye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I want to cower in a corner and hide in a hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-9034976625886078313?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/9034976625886078313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=9034976625886078313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/9034976625886078313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/9034976625886078313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/01/need-second-to-breathe.html' title='Need a second to breathe.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-7039411525708234364</id><published>2010-01-14T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:08:42.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember I told you so.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;See, you chose this road, so you've gotta go it alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/5479321732001303417-7039411525708234364?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/7039411525708234364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=7039411525708234364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/7039411525708234364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/7039411525708234364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/01/remember-i-told-you-so.html' title='Remember I told you so.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-4208830371993054988</id><published>2010-01-14T20:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:40:54.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I get what I deserve?</title><content type='html'>I feel so drained. It's like my soul's been sucked out by some black hole.&lt;br /&gt;My life feels like it's been permanently marked by intricacy. Or maybe my brain is still rusty from the long holidays that It's becoming hard to put everything into place. At least I've got the fundamentals right. Yet, why do I still feel so lost?&lt;br /&gt;My forlorn life, what can I do for you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books were relatively light today. Lessons were mundane as usual. In fact, every day has been a drag. It's exhausting just waiting for time to pass.&lt;br /&gt;After school, we left quickly and took a coach to the competition venue. They did the usual drills while I sat isolated at a side. I don't even want to talk about it. Thanks for listening, Rach. Back at school, nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how It feels when everyone is wearing jerseys in uniformity, while I'm the only one out of place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh I don't want to continue anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-4208830371993054988?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/4208830371993054988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=4208830371993054988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/4208830371993054988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/4208830371993054988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/01/did-i-get-what-i-deserve.html' title='Did I get what I deserve?'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-6642354281496949895</id><published>2010-01-13T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:22:01.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me reason to fill this hole,</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S03N7519pGI/AAAAAAAAAiM/0I77iFierq8/s320/h.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426219555074450530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 24px; height: 19px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S03MrJJPEDI/AAAAAAAAAiE/ewlD-2x5-GI/s320/Headphones_emoticon.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426218167612411954" border="0" /&gt;New Divide, LinkinPark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 reasons why I hate not being on the team :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They leave lessons early and then I'm left with no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone is going except me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't get to leave early and skip lessons.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel lousy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DONT GET TO WATCH THE MATCH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ironic, Isn't It? How i'm the only one from the clique who isn't in the team this year. Now i feel insanely bad about it. In sec one I hardly attended trainings, but I got to go for competitions. In sec two, southzones were held extremely early in the year. And I was still part of the team then. Now, I'm in sec three. And ever since Sec one year-end holidays, I've constantly been attending training. Even If i skipped training I would have had a valid reason for it. And this is what I get? Yeah thanks alot man.&lt;br /&gt;School life still hasn't grown on me yet. Lessons and classes are messy and our teachers aren't one of the bests either. Did I mention how much I dislike english lessons? My seat....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, "training" after school today. It was pretty last minute since I only knew about it today ( not that I had anything to train for ) but yeah. Our first match is tomorrow ! o: Oh, right. Not "ours" but "their". /: I'll be going, still. But not part of the team. PEIRCE FOR THE WIN !!!!!!! Don't leave w/o me okay !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a physics test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Back to studying.&lt;br /&gt;Bye,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-6642354281496949895?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6642354281496949895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=6642354281496949895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/6642354281496949895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/6642354281496949895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/01/give-me-reason-to-fill-this-hole.html' title='Give me reason to fill this hole,'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S03N7519pGI/AAAAAAAAAiM/0I77iFierq8/s72-c/h.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-6768465017414128062</id><published>2010-01-12T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:21:17.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ant infestion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S0xihtayDwI/AAAAAAAAAh8/9qI3vv7kYGA/s320/d.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425819982341738242" border="0" /&gt;Hi. Did i mention how much i detest school?&lt;br /&gt;The whole subject combination thing is endearing and all, but to be honest, it's really hard to adjust to. ): Which reminds me, I wanna purchase some Amath assessments to do. I hate not being able to comprehend Amath problems. Mrs Han goes too fast and I'm always frantically asking Natalie questions ( only to find out she doesn't know either o: ) LOL. What the hell man life sucks to the coreeeee. SOMEONE GET ME A TUTOR !!!!!! AHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not playing for the team this year. Why? Well, wouldn't you like to know. Try asking my coach for a size. I, for one, would really like to know why. Not that It's anyone's fault, I just feel kind of degraded. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH I HAVE TO DO CHINESE.&lt;br /&gt;Bye !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-6768465017414128062?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6768465017414128062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=6768465017414128062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/6768465017414128062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/6768465017414128062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/01/ant-infestion.html' title='Ant infestion.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S0xihtayDwI/AAAAAAAAAh8/9qI3vv7kYGA/s72-c/d.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-3950422071078781966</id><published>2010-01-10T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:09:47.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></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/_8a06lZjDCd8/S0nRf8ZyaeI/AAAAAAAAAh0/HF5pcz9jULQ/s1600-h/626ADEQUATESBAN17.png"&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/_8a06lZjDCd8/S0nRf8ZyaeI/AAAAAAAAAh0/HF5pcz9jULQ/s320/626ADEQUATESBAN17.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425097572864911842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you happy?&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/5479321732001303417-3950422071078781966?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/3950422071078781966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=3950422071078781966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/3950422071078781966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/3950422071078781966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/01/are-you-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S0nRf8ZyaeI/AAAAAAAAAh0/HF5pcz9jULQ/s72-c/626ADEQUATESBAN17.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-2150377061720044103</id><published>2010-01-10T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T14:38:17.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to school yesterday like, really early. I was super grouchy in the morning and staggered around the house just to get ready :( Plus I thought I'd be late but when I reached school, no one was even at the booth except for two. So anyway I helped out for awhile then the rest came. :p&lt;br /&gt;I started putting stuff on my ear and my ponytail and hands to advertise volleyball. Omg obsessive volleyball freak. Played volleyball for awhile before the sec 1s came in, and we kept hitting stuff. Sorry rugby !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being the setter. I always have the ball HEH. Then sec ones started swarming in and I sat at the booth taking things down. After everything was finished, we sat in the ISH for a long time ( i don't even know why ) then we left to play volleyball at the parade square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home after that. Needa do homework !!!! I'm loaded with homework.&lt;br /&gt;Gottago !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-2150377061720044103?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/2150377061720044103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=2150377061720044103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/2150377061720044103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/2150377061720044103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/01/went-to-school-yesterday-like-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-1464373090675184155</id><published>2010-01-10T10:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T10:27:22.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insect repellent.</title><content type='html'>Hello! I banned a flea recently. After all, I want to keep my board clean from dirt.&lt;br /&gt;All I did was spray insecticides, I mean, wouldn't anyone do that?&lt;br /&gt;To the flea,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry you can't come here and take a crap anymore. I had to do some spring cleaning ):&lt;br /&gt;Screw you &amp;amp; piss off. Ty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye !! (R).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-1464373090675184155?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1464373090675184155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=1464373090675184155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/1464373090675184155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/1464373090675184155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/01/insect-repellent.html' title='Insect repellent.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-7180368157829031495</id><published>2010-01-09T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T19:26:50.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead.</title><content type='html'>I feel miserable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-7180368157829031495?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/7180368157829031495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=7180368157829031495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/7180368157829031495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/7180368157829031495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/01/dead.html' title='Dead.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-2462801475360474797</id><published>2010-01-08T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T21:24:31.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minority</title><content type='html'>It's been a tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons in the morning were a major killer. We had amaths, phys &amp;amp; chem. The were all thick books and ridiculously massive !!! I don't want to start shrinking :(&lt;br /&gt;Common assembly ( i changed my skirt for nothing wtcrap ) then met Audrey after school. We had pepper lunch at US then waited for the bus for five hundred years and we finally reached my house. Audrey &amp;amp; I watched a good movie today. It was a pretty abrupt show but heck shinobi's are cool. :p I am really tired now. I had a bad week and It looks like its going to be similar next week. I feel like sleeping but its kinda early for me. Plus theres school tomorrow and I have to get to school slightly earlier to help out. Aight, I'm offffffffff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching God of Study. :p It's been subbed. yeayyyyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-2462801475360474797?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/2462801475360474797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=2462801475360474797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/2462801475360474797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/2462801475360474797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/01/minority.html' title='Minority'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-5505539355268265623</id><published>2010-01-07T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:09:21.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Derivation, but from where?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School.&lt;/span&gt; I hate it so much, to the core !!!&lt;br /&gt;English was bad. NATALIE hate you :( english lessons will suck so bad. Don't wanna talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;Phys, I'm sitting at an isolated island.&lt;br /&gt;Training after that.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crap now I think I'll stop for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It's so sad that some people only know how to plagiarise other people's own phrases, when they can't even use their brains to make up their own. Oh, right, I forgot. Brainless.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-5505539355268265623?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5505539355268265623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=5505539355268265623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5505539355268265623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5505539355268265623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/01/derivation-but-from-where.html' title='Derivation, but from where?'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-3790996369167886503</id><published>2010-01-06T20:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:24:49.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math homework. Joy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;SCHOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanyee, Rachel and My Bottle. Mine's grey, purple's rachel's and yanyee's green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S0R-Ft068hI/AAAAAAAAAhk/zIo2Do1koUk/s1600-h/Photo0177.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/_8a06lZjDCd8/S0R-Ft068hI/AAAAAAAAAhk/zIo2Do1koUk/s320/Photo0177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423598487926927890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S0R7-BGIXrI/AAAAAAAAAhU/tFEx5HfqMOA/s1600-h/Photo0175.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/_8a06lZjDCd8/S0R7-BGIXrI/AAAAAAAAAhU/tFEx5HfqMOA/s320/Photo0175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423596156637175474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S0R7mIC2rTI/AAAAAAAAAhM/P3M9GVHwVqw/s1600-h/Photo0174.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/_8a06lZjDCd8/S0R7mIC2rTI/AAAAAAAAAhM/P3M9GVHwVqw/s320/Photo0174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423595746185620786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, This is for Audrey &amp;amp; Paul ! She wants to take a picture with her penguin file.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S0R-MNOKjxI/AAAAAAAAAhs/RtSdcnRsXTc/s1600-h/Photo0193.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/_8a06lZjDCd8/S0R-MNOKjxI/AAAAAAAAAhs/RtSdcnRsXTc/s320/Photo0193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423598599433522962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons were pretty alright I almost died carrying my books around for the whole day. Sooner or later the my bag will start sinking to ( hell ) on the ground. After school went down to the canteen and then up to the computer lab to do Maths. Nat kept rushing us :( Yanyee accidentally tore her paper ...... how smart. Then had lunch in school w Rachel &amp;amp; Yanyee. After eating we talked until around 4plus and we decided to leave for home. THEN I saw my dearest audrey o: and she asked me to scold her son for her ... Wow. So I DECIDED to go back to school and walk around w her. Went up to the hall and down to where the scouts were.&lt;br /&gt;Audrey knows how to play soccer OH and she also knows how to do the flag raising ceremony. She sang one quarter of the song and raised the flag in 5 seconds then she proceeded with the pledge. yes success !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do my homework now. Seeyaw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-3790996369167886503?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/3790996369167886503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=3790996369167886503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/3790996369167886503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/3790996369167886503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/01/math-homework-joy.html' title='Math homework. Joy!'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/S0R-Ft068hI/AAAAAAAAAhk/zIo2Do1koUk/s72-c/Photo0177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-5922893456009044684</id><published>2010-01-04T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:31:12.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocks? I think not.</title><content type='html'>I really don't know how anyone can go around saying "my class this year really rocks man" I heard it today. I really did. I almost fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on facebook right now and my notices are flooding because they're treating it like msn. Today was the first day of school and I must say It wasn't all that great. Mrs Han is the form teacher of 3E1 OH and my bag. I think i should just kill it. It looks really bad on me with my uniform on. Moving on, we had assembly at the hall in the morning and everyone was in chaos because we had practically no clue where to sit. Sat with yanyee and rachel came over to us to talk for awhile. Then nat came and assembly started. I got caught twice today, for my skirt. It sucks real bad but at least they said I grew taller HEH HEH HEH. I'm sitting with Nat for lessons. YES :p And yanyee is sitting w wenxi. Best combination ever o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, we went for lunch at thomson plaza and we went around laughing at stuff. Head back to school and changed then we started training. Training today was boring and I really wasn't in the mood but w/e :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TMR MY BAG will burst and explode and fissure into the air. We have lessons until 3.30 and our books are ridiculously thick. Amaths and pure science especially. I don't really understand the timetable yet but I HOPE I can survive tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeyawlz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-5922893456009044684?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5922893456009044684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=5922893456009044684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5922893456009044684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5922893456009044684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/01/rocks-i-think-not.html' title='Rocks? I think not.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-7895056064255166458</id><published>2010-01-02T00:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T01:08:33.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt; !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will officially be off-hiatus when school starts on the 4th of January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; one, kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kissing 2009 goodbye, I had a great year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm gonna miss 1E3'o8/2E3'o9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All the best for the years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aight, all night til infinity baby.&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/5479321732001303417-7895056064255166458?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/7895056064255166458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=7895056064255166458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/7895056064255166458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/7895056064255166458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2010/01/h-p-p-y-n-e-w-y-e-r-2010-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-8049906634354810118</id><published>2009-12-25T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T19:11:36.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TO ALL MY DEAREST FRIENDS AND FAMILY.&lt;br /&gt;Much luv to everyone, and have a happy new year :)&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/5479321732001303417-8049906634354810118?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/8049906634354810118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=8049906634354810118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/8049906634354810118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/8049906634354810118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2009/12/m-e-r-r-y-c-h-r-i-s-t-m-s-to-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-8152886444780617988</id><published>2009-12-14T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:22:55.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;SEMIHIATUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(just a short period).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith, my faithful taggers :)&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/5479321732001303417-8152886444780617988?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/8152886444780617988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=8152886444780617988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/8152886444780617988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/8152886444780617988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2009/12/semihiatus-just-short-period.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-6642137218123197879</id><published>2009-12-12T00:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T00:27:29.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So.... drained.</title><content type='html'>I am so tired right now I'm aching all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to excessive walking with heels that can't even be considered heels its just a lump. But nevertheless. And not to forget, the training this morning. We did gymnastics, my favourite ! :p&lt;br /&gt;MY LEGS ARE DYING OF MUSCLE ACHES. After training today I rushed home to bathe and do whatever. Met Audrey at Bishan the mrt was packed I couldn't breathe the man beside me... sigh. Took an mrt to Marsiling and aunt came to fetch us to SAS. Watched Jul's concert and then this guy in a black suit. His hair is the best man and so handsome! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to northpoint to have supper and then took an mrt back. In the mrt I was teaching audrey some facial expressions then we engaged in facial spasms. After which she told me about heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drey " You know ah, In heroes, there is this hero ... "&lt;br /&gt;Me " Of course. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im off. Dead beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's painful when you're never here anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-6642137218123197879?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6642137218123197879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=6642137218123197879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/6642137218123197879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/6642137218123197879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-drained.html' title='So.... drained.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-5294689933549185821</id><published>2009-12-10T23:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:20:58.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming in my way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/SyEZcLm0pDI/AAAAAAAAAhE/tAUhOcuY72A/s320/16234_200514239931_596319931_2811936_4583567_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413636199018701874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping was great today !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the girls at 1, at 313@Somerset.&lt;br /&gt;New shopping mall, it seems o: I don't even know. LOL. Went to look around uniqlo. The uniqlo branch at somerset sucks It's all messy and disorganised, plus it was packed.&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at food republic since It was the only food outlet open at the moment. Everything else was all mad expensive or not open yet. I, hate ants. Moving on, I didn't eat much though. Scanned through &amp;amp; played around billabong and puma. Finally we found some interesting stuff at Zara, and all of us were holding Zara bags when we left. I spotted Chamelon and immediately ran in. I really need some hair ties and clips, I keep losing them at 9859381692843765917832km/hr.&lt;br /&gt;After spending nine hundred hours in Chamelon, we went to Diva for MORE accessories. I bought a ball of 100 hair ties, it can last me a few months. Hopefully. Took an mrt to ION and as usual, the first shop we browsed through was pull &amp;amp; bear. Bought a pretty shirt yay ! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went gallivanting, places like Everlast, Converse, New look (was it?). AND THEN when we were at TOPSHOP this woman wearing heels that were around one million inches long almost stepped on me and I nearly fainted. I was behind her and she suddenly moved back I SCREAMED but It sounded more like " GAK!!! "&lt;br /&gt;No one looked.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around some more and then left for great world city ( near there ) to eat at Rachel's dad's store. Nicole's parents sent us there. After a great round of food, I nearly died my stomach was bursting already and they still had crab which I detest very much. O: Nicole's parents sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Nic ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training tomorrow ( dread dread dread ...... )&lt;br /&gt;Audrey is so excited I think she is hyperventilating right about now.&lt;br /&gt;I FOUND MY LEGGINGS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-5294689933549185821?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5294689933549185821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=5294689933549185821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5294689933549185821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5294689933549185821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2009/12/coming-in-my-way.html' title='Coming in my way.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/SyEZcLm0pDI/AAAAAAAAAhE/tAUhOcuY72A/s72-c/16234_200514239931_596319931_2811936_4583567_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-6992854578723486618</id><published>2009-12-09T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:26:53.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seems like fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/Sx-gt4muFBI/AAAAAAAAAg8/0Pwybd4s-Fc/s1600-h/Swings_by_Live_To_Love_4ever.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/_8a06lZjDCd8/Sx-gt4muFBI/AAAAAAAAAg8/0Pwybd4s-Fc/s320/Swings_by_Live_To_Love_4ever.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413221987271971858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! ITS BEEN YEARS HASN'T IT. I suddenly got a sudden urge to blog. :p&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that lazy aight, I'm updating somewhere else too. Well, not really. But I've been active on facebook. Oh, yeah. I've decided to get X3 instead of X6. Since X6 costs 1000 SGD to preorder. And X3 has many benefits too. We're going to UNIQLO tomorrow!!!!! :p So excited. I've got a fetish for jeanz ever since I bought those from Jayjays. And they're having a sale ( omg budget ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to qian's house w yan today. Bought food to eat at her place and then we took our weights. LOL AND THEN !!!! It's pointless to take your weight after exercise and food, but I found evidence! This is what I call a shocking revelation :O I have to sign yan up for jean yip quickly!&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. We played guitar hero I was on the guitar, yan on the drums and qian on the vocals. We make such a great band I think we can do a world tour now!!!! Hurry buy our tickets.&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, we switched instruments. I can't do drums for nuts. My hands will die of spasm.&lt;br /&gt;Qian was doing vigorous exercise on the drums. Is she mad? Yan will break the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we left for home.&lt;br /&gt;AH, it was refreshing. HAHAHAHAHHAA bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-6992854578723486618?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6992854578723486618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=6992854578723486618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/6992854578723486618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/6992854578723486618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2009/12/seems-like-fun.html' title='Seems like fun.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/Sx-gt4muFBI/AAAAAAAAAg8/0Pwybd4s-Fc/s72-c/Swings_by_Live_To_Love_4ever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-5416877559063688737</id><published>2009-12-03T19:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T20:36:57.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Why you always runnin' In place?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/SxemarWzwDI/AAAAAAAAAg0/vKCLSiXQCoQ/s1600-h/solosAngles03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/SxemarWzwDI/AAAAAAAAAg0/vKCLSiXQCoQ/s320/solosAngles03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410976454554140722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo beats Headphones by Dr Dre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dr Dre's Headphones &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;/span&gt; I love this headphone! I want an Ipod touch too. But thats too much to ask for so just the headphones first :p Which I doubt I'll ever get but a girl can dream, right? Doesn't seem like I'm on semi-hiatus haha but w/e.&lt;br /&gt;LUV THESE HEADPHONES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-5416877559063688737?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/5416877559063688737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=5416877559063688737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5416877559063688737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/5416877559063688737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2009/12/solo-beats-headphones-by-dr-dre.html' title='&quot;Why you always runnin&apos; In place?&quot;'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/SxemarWzwDI/AAAAAAAAAg0/vKCLSiXQCoQ/s72-c/solosAngles03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-4506207107904573352</id><published>2009-12-03T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:05:00.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll leave it on the line.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/SxaPZgqcDmI/AAAAAAAAAgs/kj85oxdmFxE/s1600-h/nokia-x6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/SxaPZgqcDmI/AAAAAAAAAgs/kj85oxdmFxE/s320/nokia-x6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410669670759665250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want this Nokia X6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Someone please buy it for me when It comes out. It's the coolest Nokia touch screen evarrrr. Oh, did I mention I really love Nokia phones? I just thought of something disturbing. Anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm going to be on semi hiatus&lt;/span&gt;. Why semi-hiatus? Because I want to be on hiatus but I know I can't resist the tempation to blog. So I might suddenly stop blogging for a hundred years and then come back. ( LOL ). Luv&amp;amp;bai.&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/5479321732001303417-4506207107904573352?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/4506207107904573352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=4506207107904573352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/4506207107904573352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/4506207107904573352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2009/12/well-leave-it-on-line.html' title='We&apos;ll leave it on the line.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/SxaPZgqcDmI/AAAAAAAAAgs/kj85oxdmFxE/s72-c/nokia-x6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-1160255702486234564</id><published>2009-12-01T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:35:14.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turned out fine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am so sorry if I unintentionally hurt you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sorry that you've always tried your best but I am always oblivious to your hard work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am sorry for being so selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm so sorry If i was ever the reason for making you demoralised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am so very sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-1160255702486234564?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1160255702486234564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=1160255702486234564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/1160255702486234564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/1160255702486234564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2009/12/turned-out-fine.html' title='Turned out fine.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-1270402341931898586</id><published>2009-12-01T12:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:58:44.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homely ambience</title><content type='html'>I'm at my mother's office now. They're having their lunch break. o:&lt;br /&gt;I'm only fourteen and I never thought i'd experience office work so early. Everything's so typical, office ladies and colleagues chatting at the dining table, about their lives and everything. Well at least I have some time alone now not that I didn't have any just now just that I can finally use the computer without anyone solemnly fixed on their work around me :p heh. I was doing paper work like a new intern or something. And it gets kind of addictive since I'm not concentrating on it at all. I'm just doing it while daydreaming and listening to music. The radio is playing abracadabra and guess what it's a chinese station !!! Joy. OH MY GOD NOW THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT FT ISLAND AND BEG. It has to be about the sundown festival. I'm going, you know? WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO KNOW. That was rhetorical. And Wordpress really captivated me, reason being my entrancing blog of course. But i'm not going to move to wordpress... Yet. I mean I spent so much time on this blog and my blogskin and all. And it's been with me for 2 years how could I possibly abandon it for wordpress? :'( I have decided to call my blog Mary. Mary, how are you lately? Mary, today I ate my vegetables! Mary, you suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-1270402341931898586?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/1270402341931898586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=1270402341931898586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/1270402341931898586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/1270402341931898586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2009/12/homely-ambience.html' title='Homely ambience'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-870711923444229877</id><published>2009-11-30T19:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T20:14:06.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight, I'ma fight til we see the sunlight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/SxOrD2dc1qI/AAAAAAAAAgk/2CXT8XQMgVM/s320/a_happy_family_by_vaggelisf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409855660049094306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE THE SOUND OF BIRDS FLUTTERING THEIR WINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a hectic day, as usual. Had training in the morning which completely sucked my soul out. I felt like a fridge. That didn't make sense but I dont care. Oh, i managed to do the write up... until the second day. I managed to pull through the labyrinth of rusty gears and function without grease. How.. great.&lt;br /&gt;I always wondered how it would feel sitting by a cosy cafe with your bestfriend, where the sidewalks would be quiet and all you could hear are the rustling of leaves and the sound of insects. The weather would be cold and then we could prattle on about our lives, drinking a warm cup of coffee, and the wind would blow in our hair. I like a refreshing ambience. Sounds like a scene in a drama or something, doesn't it?  And you know what? I think i've officially gone nuts. I just felt like typing something like this for an inexplicable reason.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's changed. did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;I've been holding it in for so long. did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;I made my premise but i was reluctant. did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;It's tiring. did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;. did you know that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-870711923444229877?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/870711923444229877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=870711923444229877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/870711923444229877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/870711923444229877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2009/11/tonight-ima-fight-til-we-see-sunlight.html' title='Tonight, I&apos;ma fight til we see the sunlight.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/SxOrD2dc1qI/AAAAAAAAAgk/2CXT8XQMgVM/s72-c/a_happy_family_by_vaggelisf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-3468577841292031523</id><published>2009-11-29T22:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:36:20.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick tock on the clock.</title><content type='html'>What's worse than attempting to do a write up when I have no idea where to start?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really. But still, that's not the point here!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I AM DYING.&lt;br /&gt;I've completely lost my inspiration to do the write up. My mind is flicking on and off like a switch. Nicole, I am not progressing with the write up at all. Please do not manslaughter me. I feel like a blob now. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-3468577841292031523?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/3468577841292031523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=3468577841292031523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/3468577841292031523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/3468577841292031523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2009/11/tick-tock-on-clock.html' title='Tick tock on the clock.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-3788321543361890291</id><published>2009-11-29T13:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T14:07:24.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're chasing stars to lose our shadow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I MISS AUSTRALIA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds,&lt;br /&gt;The weather,&lt;br /&gt;The cows,&lt;br /&gt;The mountains,&lt;br /&gt;The forests,&lt;br /&gt;The rivers,&lt;br /&gt;The towns,&lt;br /&gt;The eyecandy,&lt;br /&gt;The people,&lt;br /&gt;The breeze,&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Everything just makes me overflow with exuberance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't Singapore have any of these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julianne is going to Japan. Melis is going somewhere "awesome". And me? I'm stuck here, in Singapore. Sure, I went to Australia, but that Isn't much of a holiday for me. I want to go with Julianne to Japan so badly. SO BADLY, YOU HEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-3788321543361890291?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/3788321543361890291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=3788321543361890291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/3788321543361890291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/3788321543361890291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2009/11/were-chasing-stars-to-lose-our-shadow.html' title='We&apos;re chasing stars to lose our shadow.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-6989703642511541011</id><published>2009-11-28T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:26:52.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You, Audrey Cheong !!!!!!!!!! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/SxETx7_EgPI/AAAAAAAAAgc/jq8VZrDU8ZY/s1600/Melanie+%21058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/SxETx7_EgPI/AAAAAAAAAgc/jq8VZrDU8ZY/s320/Melanie+%21058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409126376085422322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audreyaudreyaudrey !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Audrey Cheong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my favourite senior( Senpai ) &amp;amp; Idol ( Aidou )&lt;br /&gt;Did you get the drift? LOL. Thank you for always being there for me and being such an inspiring person. I'm sorry i posted this so late, will tell you why tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Don't keep forcing yourself aight, I know its hard to hold it in. You know you always have me to share your burden with you. Don't cringe at the thought of your problems anymore. Don't be afraid of them okay. I know I'm not at any position to be telling you anything, but I don't want you to see you like that any longer. I can't take it, If you suffer, we can suffer together. You're not alone, audrey. You should know that very well. Stop confining yourself with those repulsive &amp;amp; meddlesome problems. JUST FLUSH THEM DOWN THE TOILET BOWL.&lt;br /&gt;I love you for who you are, so live life to the fullest. AND stop looking so resigned when you ponder into deep thoughts o: Your entire being exudes animosity I can smell your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murderous intent&lt;/span&gt; kidding. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;SEIZE THE DAY WITH NO REGRETS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! * hardcore background music playing * By the way that was an avenged sevenfold song. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're sad or when you're down, think about the stories that I told you.&lt;br /&gt;I love telling stories when you're around. Shall I tell you one tomorrow? Are you going to anticipate it? I love how we can relate everything we talk about to our stories.&lt;br /&gt;Like the man drowning at the atlantic trying so hard to look for the fallen bbq pit.&lt;br /&gt;I thought he turned into a monkey but actually I can't remember anymore o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANYWAY LUV YOU LUV YOU LUV YOU LUV YOU LUV YOU MUCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDREY HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDREY HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDREY HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDREY HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDREY HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDREY HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDREY HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDREY HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDREY HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDREY HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDREY HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDREY HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDREY HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDREY HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDREY HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDREY HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDREY HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDREY HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDREY HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDREY HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDREY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KLUVYEWBAI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-6989703642511541011?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/6989703642511541011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=6989703642511541011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/6989703642511541011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/6989703642511541011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-you-audrey-cheong-d.html' title='I Love You, Audrey Cheong !!!!!!!!!! :D'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/SxETx7_EgPI/AAAAAAAAAgc/jq8VZrDU8ZY/s72-c/Melanie+%21058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479321732001303417.post-8077788004998598325</id><published>2009-11-27T19:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T20:23:03.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna know what love is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/Sw_CtTdIg8I/AAAAAAAAAgU/pEghOdeCfmQ/s320/Days_like_these_by_Diaaaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408755761067623362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a lazy day.&lt;br /&gt;There really isn't much to update about. I'm thinking of changing my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is gonna suck this year. It's so hot now !!! Tomorrow is a speeeeeeecial day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay i'll be serious about this.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was boring, I woke up pondering heavily on various things. I texted Rachel and asked her if she had anything on. Then we came to decision - Go over to her place. We cooked lunch at her house ( spaghetti ) and watched boys over flowers while eating. It was in chinese i almost died listening. Talked for awhile, then Jingyi came. Painted our nails and then soon Natalie came over with... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as usual&lt;/span&gt;, boys ( qikang &amp;amp; hadi ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we left the place. Jingyi &amp;amp; I rushed to the bus stop tgt and soon, Home.&lt;br /&gt;My blog is decomposing due to the lack of posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put up the christmas decorations today.&lt;br /&gt;Attempted tying a huge ribbon, but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bye. I'll try to update more frequently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm the only that's been looking forward to It. Things that include us as a whole, things like Christmas, don't we celebrate it together every year? These small little get-togethers that we seldom have are the things that I look forward to the most. I know I've always acted like I was obliged to do these things, but at least I've always been there. Every year. This time, the whole lot of you aren't even going to be here. What's the point of christmas anymore? Obviously what you've all been contriving all these while and what i've been hoping for are two different things. Why are we still celebrating without you guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, what's the whole point anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479321732001303417-8077788004998598325?l=melancholicvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/8077788004998598325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5479321732001303417&amp;postID=8077788004998598325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/8077788004998598325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479321732001303417/posts/default/8077788004998598325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholicvoices.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wanna-know-what-love-is.html' title='I wanna know what love is.'/><author><name>Melanie.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8a06lZjDCd8/Sw_CtTdIg8I/AAAAAAAAAgU/pEghOdeCfmQ/s72-c/Days_like_these_by_Diaaaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
