<?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-17367724</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:12:35.585+10:00</updated><title type='text'>¨°º©(¯`•.¸¤ Prēcious Mēmoriēs I'll never forget ¤¸.•´¯)©º°¨</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-7006690887259909045</id><published>2009-04-20T23:43:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:13:00.986+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Salsa Salsa Salsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;~Salsa Salsa Salsa~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By just being YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SeyAY7yqNZI/AAAAAAAAAys/R7VVU2Hec0Q/s1600-h/Salsa+night+cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SeyAY7yqNZI/AAAAAAAAAys/R7VVU2Hec0Q/s400/Salsa+night+cat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326773625127843218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 237px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh! and did I mention that I've taken up Salsa again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This time, Homie darling (David), although I can no longer dance with you, but I've kept to my part of the deal and have continued taking up lessons in Melbourne with someone else (Peter) who happened to bear the same interests as we do - dancing. And when I'm done, we shall meet again, on the dance floor, just like before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just some basic introduction to my current &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEXY&lt;/span&gt; weekly routine concurrently~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE PLACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SeyAY8j45TI/AAAAAAAAAy0/bQ3_6IyAUZE/s1600-h/night+cat+for+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SeyAY8j45TI/AAAAAAAAAy0/bQ3_6IyAUZE/s400/night+cat+for+web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326773625334326578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MELBOURNE SALSA - L.A. STYLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is Salsa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; line-height: 14px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salsa (the dance)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;Salsa refers to a fusion of informal dance styles having roots in the Caribbean (especially in Cuba and Puerto Rico), Latin and North America. The dance originated through the mixture of Mambo, Danzn, Guaguanc, Cuban Son, and other typical Cuban dance forms. Salsa is danced to Salsa music. There is a strong African influence in the music as well as the dance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Salsa is usually a partner dance, although there are recognized solo steps and some forms are danced in groups of couples, with frequent exchanges of partner (Rueda de Casino). Improvisation and social dancing are important elements of Salsa but it appears as a performance dance too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The name "Salsa" is the Spanish word for sauce, connoting (in American Spanish) a spicy flavor. The Salsa aesthetic is more flirtatious and sensuous than its ancestor, Cuban Son. Salsa also suggests a "mixture" of ingredients, though this meaning is not found in most stories of the term's origin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rhythm and steps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salsa is danced on a core rhythm that lasts for two measures of four beats each. The basic step typically uses three steps each measure. This pattern might be quick-quick-slow, taking two beats to gradually transfer the weight, or quick-quick-quick allowing a tap or other embellishment on the vacant beat. It is conventional in salsa for the two musical measures to be considered as one, so the count goes from 1 to 8 over two musical bars.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Typically the music involves complex African percussion rhythms based around the Son clave or Rumba clave. Music suitable for dancing ranges from slow at about 70 beats per minute to its fastest at around 140 beats per minute though most dancing is done to music somewhere between 80-120 beats per minute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Use of space&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salsa is a slot or spot dance, i.e. the partners do not need to travel over the dance floor but usually occupy a fixed area of the dance floor, rotating around one another and exchanging places. Traveling is not ruled out but is more used in a staged salsa performance. In a social setting it is bad etiquette to occupy too much floor by traveling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The history of "Salsa" dance is peppered with hearsay and contradiction. Although few would disagree that the music and dance forms originate largely in Cuban Son, most agree that Salsa as we know it today is a North American interpretation of the older forms. New York's Latino community had a vibrant musical and dancing scene throughout the '50s but found limited success with the 'Anglo' mainstream. In the 1970s, adoption of the term "Salsa" reduced the linguistic and cultural barriers to mainstream adoption of Latin music and dance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The modernization of the Mambo in the 1950s was influential in shaping what would become salsa. There is debate as to whether the dance we call Salsa today originated in Cuba or Puerto Rico. Cuba's influence in North America was diminished after Castro's revolution and the ensuing trade embargo. New York's Latino community was largely Puerto-Rican. Salsa is one of the main dances in both Cuba and Puerto Rico and is known world-wide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Origin of the salsa steps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance steps currently being danced to salsa music come from the son, but were influenced by many other Cuban dances such as Mambo, Cha cha cha, Guaracha, Changu, Palo Monte, Rumba, Abaku, Comparsa and some times even Mozambique. Solo salsa steps are called "Shines", a term taken from Tap dancing. It also integrates swing dances. Salsa can be a heavily improvised dance, taking any form the interpreter wishes. Modern Salsa has elements of Jazz, funk reggae, hip-hop and samba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salsa styles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many characteristics that may identify a style. There may be different step patterns, different timing of steps, particular movement on the dance floor (ex: slot, circular), dancer preference of turns and moves, attitude, dress code, and others. The presence of one or more of particular elements does not necessarily define a particular style. For example, many styles can be danced "On One" or one style may be danced "On One" or "On Two". The following are the major "recognizable" styles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuban Style&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Los Angeles Style&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New York Style&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Venezolana (Dominicana) Style&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Colombian Style&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mambo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Puerto Rican Style&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;La Rueda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salsa Disco&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...and here are some Salsa tips for those of you who embrace the same passion as I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="ContentText" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 130%; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Together is better&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;The principle aim of all basic step patterns, and all figures, is to allow two people to coordinate their movements to music without any other communication. So long as the people are moving in sync with each other, it doesnt matter on what beat they are dancing, whether the figures are executed according to routines, or anything else.&lt;strong&gt;Grace and connectivity are what dancing is about.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="ContentText" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 130%; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Know your role&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The aim of the lead in a partnership is to create a frame of movement in which the follow displays their musicality.&lt;/strong&gt; It is not for leads to detract from the follows efforts by grandstanding or showing off, leaving their partners doing nothing. In the case of less experienced follows, the lead facilitates the movements of the follow by extending their range of movement, teaching the follow to realize their capabilities. When the follower is more experienced, they can take more initiative as distinct from back-leading and provide the leader with more options into which the couple can move.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="ContentText" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 130%; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Less is more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unless performing, use styling only to accentuate points in the music, not points in a figure. When best executed, these will coincide, but frequently, parts of figures suited for accent do not match the music, so leave the head/arm-flick out until the time is right for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="ContentText" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 130%; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be Happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;No matter what their level of skill, happy, joyful people are much more fun to dance with than over-focused, unhappy or attitude-ridden people. You will have more fun, and so will you partner, if you relax and enjoy the experience, than try to force it to conform to your expectations of what it should be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="ContentText" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 130%; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minimize thought&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dancing is more about feeling intuitive, spontaneous response to music than about thought&lt;/strong&gt;. While learning a figure or working on something in a class, thinking is all to the better understand what you have to do, so you can remember it to practice later but once the foundation is laid, you will enjoy it more if you let it flow than spend all your time trying to remember while dancing (as opposed to practicing dancing). If you think too much, you will forget to breathe, and to enjoy yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="ContentText" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 130%; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Create your own style&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many students/dancers get caught up in trying to copy or become the carbon copy of their instructor. Whilst it's great to be inspired by others and have a mentor, it is more satisfying to know you have created your own style or your way of dancing. To do this, watch others around you. When out social dancing look around at the styling other dancers use, something some one does will catch your eye. Watch salsa videos of congresses from all over the world and then practice, at home in front of a mirror or in your dance studio, with a dance partner. Try new things and keep trying until you think you've got it right, if it doesnt work for you go onto the next thing.&lt;br /&gt;Keep trying until something fits with you and in the process you may come up with our own way of rolling your shoulders or flicking your head. The way you sway your hips or the shimmy or body roll. Trying to fit into someone elses mould may take you years or a lifetime, wouldnt you prefer to dance like YOU for a lifetime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="ContentText" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 130%; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Practice Patience and Perseverance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dont expect to be the best Salsa dancer overnight! That just won't happen, for some it takes months and for others years. The way to make it happen for you is to practice at least 3 times a week or more, to be patient with yourself and to persevere even when it gets tough and you think you'll never get it. Try private lessons, as one on one with an instructor can catapult you to becoming a better dancer faster. Also after group classes stay back and dance to the music. Get used to dancing and practicing with out the voice of your instructor. See = live bands as well, feel and hear the music. The more you dance and listen to the music the more you will connect with it and your partner and the better dancer you will become.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;that's all for tonight folks! adios amigos! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/17367724-7006690887259909045?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/7006690887259909045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=7006690887259909045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/7006690887259909045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/7006690887259909045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2009/04/salsa-salsa-salsa.html' title='Salsa Salsa Salsa'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SeyAY7yqNZI/AAAAAAAAAys/R7VVU2Hec0Q/s72-c/Salsa+night+cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-4494414389685446483</id><published>2009-04-20T03:53:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T04:39:59.209+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole new World.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A whole new World, that's where we'll be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A thrilling chase, a wonderous place, for You &amp;amp; Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Dusting off the heavy pile of cobwebs on ma blog* (-_-") ENuffffff anottt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wahahaha. It's April 2009 already. Feels older, Feeling wiser. Even the wisdom tooth has decided to finally emerge out of my widened gum. How fast time passes so quickly without my permission. One word - sipeh sian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm no regular blogger, well but you can't blame it on me cuz I'm no regular girl-next-door! O.K...  I'm seriously thinkin' really hard on what to blog about, all because of ahmei's endless rantings... "...clear off the dust on your blog!" "...UPDATE!" "...don't dodge my qns!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't really much of a question, sounded more like a demanding statement as a matter-of-fact. boo. Why don't you fly your cutie-pie ass down here &amp;amp; let me blog about something really meaningful - US. If not, don't blame your ahjie for displaying the wrong forms of affection for random people, classified as: others. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything's been going well. Same old, Same old... Just a slight change in the external environment, something that's more permanent, something more established - a career and.. needless to say, a full-stop to my precious 3 months worth of crazy-asss holidays back in SG during uni end-of-term break! HATE that. hate it hate it hateeeeeee it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, at this point in time, embarking onto a new phase of life, in a whole new world, I'm glad the Angel of my life - my babesis, Nicole has flew her ass all the way from Brisbane with ALL her "thingamagics" (huge amounts of luggage and loose baggage...) here, just to be with me. To work, to live and to carve out our like-minded careers for both of us, together. Babesis, this has been deeply engraved into my heart &amp;amp; you be ascertained that our dreams will definitely be fulfilled with time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It also has been a pretty long time since I've seen my lil brother. Seems like he's growing well, more mature, more handsome, taller - I hope NOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girlfriend? I've yet to SEE in PERSON. - coming soon to Melbourne with him for my birthday on the 10th of July 2009 ~ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which makes me wonder who ELSE would be coming too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I definitely miss everyone back in SG very very much too. Namely, my long-lost bestie gf Jeannette, Papa Josh, Pimp Daddy Wilson, Ashley, Leslie, Thian, Eve Pek and the names just go on and on and on... not forgetting the one in perth, Jess Jess, whom my bf would be joining soon in May. As for the Brisbanians, namely Ben, Big John, Faith &amp;amp; Mish, Andrew pig-ass, my daughter Joy, my good ol' homie David, Nick and the rest... you guys better find a way to drive down or plan a holiday together during winter! Melbourne is THE PLACE TO BE. Its on all the Victorian car plates man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, I do hope my bf would do well for his flying career in the upcoming relocation to Perth. I wish for my ahmei and meifu (ahmei's bf) to come be with me this JULY 2009. Gosh....I'm sick of blogging and I don't wanna be doin' this anytime soon againnnnn cuz' its just racking my brains when its actually my day-OFF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh! do come to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUCCI&lt;/span&gt; to visit anytime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SALE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would be taking place in MID-year June-July. If not, it's "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Going, going, goneeeeee&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Champagne &amp;amp; GUCCI finger-food &amp;amp; chocs would be given out upon arrival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VIP invitations for first previews of all newly displayed sale items &amp;amp; ready-to-wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ as the saying goes, the early bird catches the early worm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-4494414389685446483?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/4494414389685446483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=4494414389685446483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/4494414389685446483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/4494414389685446483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2009/04/whole-new-world.html' title='A whole new World.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-8277776065046565628</id><published>2008-11-11T21:46:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:51:28.718+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Plain simple but catchy word - Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plain simple but catchy word - Love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person. Love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many people have always asked me,&lt;br /&gt;"Will a long distance love relationship work?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is really hard to be saying. But if I am going to be saying no, I guess a lot of you probably won’t like it. The best answer that I can give to you would be, it depends. Yes, it depends. It depends not only on you alone but also your partner too. This is surely to be expected. A relationship is afterall a two-way communication and not just about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If given a choice, it would be advisable not to get yourself into any long distance relationship. But then again, sometimes we just don’t have the choice. And well, when don’t have a choice, we just have to make it work. So, what would be that key to maintaining a successful long distance love relationship? My answer for you? Well, it is still going to be that same old answer which you probably have like heard over and over again, &lt;strong&gt;“Mutual Trust and Commitment”&lt;/strong&gt;. Ha, sick of hearing it again? But well, have you been truly spending that time and effort of yours in giving and ensuring of that trust and commitment in your relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any love relationship, mutual trust is certainly a must and it especially applies when involving long distance relationship. When the both are not able to physically be there for one another, that belief and trust has to be there. The both must have strong belief in the relationship, believing in not only their partner but also themselves. To maybe put it in a more blunt way, you must believe that your partner, your very love will be faithful to you…. But then, trust is afterall just still a non-passive belief. &lt;strong&gt;Actions still always speak louder than to words&lt;/strong&gt;. To truly support this trust you have promised, there has to be that presence of some actions of assurance. Now, this is where Commitment comes in. So, what are the commitments you should be giving? To just sum them up, they are namely &lt;strong&gt;Time&lt;/strong&gt;, Quality &lt;strong&gt;Communication&lt;/strong&gt; and nevertheless the most important of all, &lt;strong&gt;Plans&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very often when the both are not together for a while, it is inevitable that that flame of love between the both would in some way fade off. Laziness might nevertheless sometimes take over oneself too, resulting in one not making enough of an effort to sustaining the relationship… Now, not matter how tired or busy you are, you have to commit and allocate your time accordingly to make sure that communication between the both is always there and that they are of quality communication. Though you may not be able to physically be there, your voice of care and concern can always make a difference. You have to let your loved one know that you are and have always been there for him or her… Technology today has certainly helped to make communication for the both so much more convenient and affordable. Make good use of it. At least a sincere email from you every once in awhile is a must I would say. It is a good way of sharing and updating each other on the daily’s events; what is going on and nevertheless letting that love of yours know that someone is remembering and always thinking of him or her. An email would always imply that you are waiting for his or her reply and vice versa, keeping the response ever going. Phone conversation would be nice too. Do make it an effort to call him or her and have a nice chat once in while or perhaps maybe even twice or more each week. Making an international call is certainly very affordable these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, there are also many free online messengers services available on the net (MSN/yahoo msn/Skype) where you guys can use to converse in real-time through text messages, webcamming or even both at the same time. And together with these messages, you can actually be sending along with them some very interesting animated icons too. They can certainly help to better express your feelings and emotions, making the conversation just more fun and interesting. Webcam conversation is nevertheless supported by most of these messengers’ services too. Now that a real physical date is not possible, a phone or online date will definitely be nice. They can certainly be very encouraging in helping to maintain the relationship. Do always make that time for your love, keeping that quality of communication between the both just ever ongoing. And not to be forgetting the conventional way, send him or her some letters of your very own personal handwriting. Surprise him or her with some "I miss you dearest" or motivational cards once in a while, especially when during special occasions like birthday, Valentines’ Day, Anniversary and etc. A handwritten card would definitely bring about more sincerity than to E-cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, all these are definitely still not enough. There have to be just more of some undeniably genuine and truthful actions to guarantee that very promise of love between the both of you and this is where some &lt;strong&gt;Real Plans&lt;/strong&gt; must come into the picture. Where would the relationship eventually lead? Now, I am sure that at the end of the day, you will want to be with your love; wanting to be able to spend and be sharing that very time and life of yours with him or her, isn’t it? The most important key to the success of this relationship would ultimately be, to clearly know where the whole relationship would eventually lead. Surely you would want to know that all these tough time that you are going through is afterall just temporary and that you both will eventually be together? You guys definitely have to be thinking far and make some serious plans for the future together. And these plans must conclude and promise one another that at the end of the day, the both of you will be together. With a common goal and a strong belief in one another, things can definitely work out. Anyway, to be talking about making of plans, I do have one advice for you. Don’t be over ambitious… it is good to think far but do note; having of some short-term plans or goals is equally as important too. And just what best short-term goals can there be? Well, that has just got to be, making sure that you both will physically meet up with one another every here and there as much as possible. Perhaps twice each year at the very least, meeting up with one another every 6 months? You definitely have to allow the relationship the chance to be “recharged”. In life, everyone would be in a way having some aspiration and dreams, which they look forward to and this, just always helps to push them on… Similarly here in a long distance relationship, having of some date to be looking forward to can greatly help to support the relationship, giving to the both of you the strength to carry on. I am sure that you would be more than just thrilled by the thought of able to be meeting up with your loved one soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to be answering your question again, will a long distance love relationship work? Yes it can, it just depends on &lt;strong&gt;whether you want it to&lt;/strong&gt;. From short-term goals to eventually reaching that ultimate goal of being together? Well, if the both of you have strong belief in one another and are willing to work towards things together, I am sure you guys can make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give up without even trying. Fulfill that very promise of love made between the both of you. Don’t disappoint your love… or you can start picking up the broken pieces of your love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and by the way, &lt;em&gt;"Happy one year's anniversary darling... &amp;amp; A toast to the beauty of how our friendship flourished to love".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warmest regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;speaking from experience...perhaps even better in time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-8277776065046565628?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/8277776065046565628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=8277776065046565628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/8277776065046565628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/8277776065046565628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2008/11/plain-simple-but-catchy-word-love.html' title='Plain simple but catchy word - Love.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-6177036401403565122</id><published>2008-10-20T20:35:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:38:29.604+10:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bonjour Madame moiselle, our Gucci new cruise collection for 2009 has arrived".</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Bonjour Madame moiselle, our Gucci new cruise collection for 2009 has arrived".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fall winter 2008 is ending...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SPxfArV_lPI/AAAAAAAAAiY/yBwVXSa7Eq4/s1600-h/fall+winter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259182930101507314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SPxfArV_lPI/AAAAAAAAAiY/yBwVXSa7Eq4/s400/fall+winter.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; A big welcome to our cruise collection 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SPxfA1TMG6I/AAAAAAAAAig/wc9ywZ9-3_M/s1600-h/cruise+collection+2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259182932774099874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SPxfA1TMG6I/AAAAAAAAAig/wc9ywZ9-3_M/s400/cruise+collection+2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Warmest regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mellissa Yong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-6177036401403565122?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/6177036401403565122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=6177036401403565122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/6177036401403565122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/6177036401403565122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2008/10/bonjour-madame-moiselle-our-gucci-new_20.html' title='&quot;Bonjour Madame moiselle, our Gucci new cruise collection for 2009 has arrived&quot;.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SPxfArV_lPI/AAAAAAAAAiY/yBwVXSa7Eq4/s72-c/fall+winter.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-4571377431880314039</id><published>2008-10-16T22:25:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:17:30.869+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all for the better...you'll see.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's all for the better...you'll see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess today &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; marks the &lt;strong&gt;spot&lt;/strong&gt; in the kaleidoscope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...for the early christmas card, it came with a bucket of honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...for the bubble teas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...for the ears when I needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...for the times we spent racing on the roads together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...for the moments that made my eyes light up with fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly, thank you for seeing me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I've said to you, the lessons I've taught you about life and how it works at your level, or even mine, I hope it all went through. You know what I'm talking about so I don't see a need to enunciate more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been this close to anyone or anything.&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed by the things that you do, this feeling inside me is almost more than I can take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life, we can never find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll find yours when the time is ripe for you someday. You just gotta keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember that grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with. Sadly, that person cannot be yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;~ I have my commitments and so will you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope one day, someone else would hold your hand when your own wave threatens...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I couldn't be the one.&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm happy with the way things are in life for me.&lt;br /&gt;...and you've already started on your next journey I see. You're doing well pretty fast this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...why does it take a minute to say hello and forever to say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;How lucky I am to have something that makes saying good-bye so hard.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My blessings to you, your other half, your sister and family. always."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Live life fully while you're here. Experience everything. Take care of yourself and your friends. Have fun, be crazy, be weird. Go out and screw up! You're going to anyway, so you might as well enjoy the process. Take the opportunity to learn from your mistakes: find the cause of your problem and eliminate it. Don't try to be perfect, just be an excellent example of being human."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Alright, some corrections to the above statements. You have not found the other half yet - as clarified by the person I'm talking about in this post. However, problem(s) are still not rectified...***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-4571377431880314039?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/4571377431880314039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=4571377431880314039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/4571377431880314039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/4571377431880314039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2008/10/fooled-again.html' title='It&apos;s all for the better...you&apos;ll see.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-2734053965754461296</id><published>2008-08-11T02:54:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T19:27:34.811+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Time has come to mark the story with a big fullstop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The time has come to mark the story with a big fullstop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;. or rather, because I'm so sick of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everybody out there, all you faithful readers, friends &amp;amp; weird people I don't even know of...Well, listen up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This story was hell. Everything was a huge mistake to begin with. I don't wanna mention anymore names or whatsoever anymore. I'm over it. Or rather, I'm not over it, but I'm ending it here cos' I don't wan't "irrelevant people" engaging into my problems &amp;amp; meddling with my life, causing my loss of sleep &amp;amp; giving me additional work to do by &lt;strong&gt;explaining&lt;/strong&gt; when I don't owe anyone a need to. So let's all get our lives back together. For those of you who like to get involved in other people's affairs, go get a life or a job if you're too free. If I were you, I'd be happy not to even bother about such mediocre affairs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's not allow this issue bring us down but let it serve as another bad experience to learn from and move on with life. What's life all about without some hiccups along the way anyway?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So... from today onwards, I'm letting it go and I trust that those who are involved would as well. &lt;strong&gt;I shall walk my path with my friends from now and so shall she with hers. I'm sure you read my blog girl, so don't ever try anything with me. I mean it &amp;amp; you know I do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So let bygones be bygones &amp;amp; celebrate to a fresh new start of our lives with whoever it is, whatever it is about and at wherever we are. I always believe that the time is always right to do what is right. Therefore, we can never plan the future by the past.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The whole point of trying to get things done is to actually know what to leave undone. I'm leaving the matter to whatever state it is at right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Winners make things happen, Losers let things happen! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND one more thing, if there are friends who truly knows &lt;u&gt;both&lt;/u&gt; of us well enough out there &amp;amp; you know the current situation that we're in, if you do have your share of views, please feel free to state who you are &amp;amp; what you think regarding this issue. If you prefer confidentiality, feel free to PM me. I can be trusted. Thank you for all those who care. =) fair judgement can always be made here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-2734053965754461296?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/2734053965754461296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=2734053965754461296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/2734053965754461296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/2734053965754461296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-has-come-to-mark-story-with-big.html' title='Time has come to mark the story with a big fullstop.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-4800490093751213384</id><published>2008-08-08T01:13:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T21:14:53.900+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the biggest mistake led to your dream come true</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the biggest mistake led to your dream come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm glad to have fulfilled my 'job' to you as your jie for bringing u to the place which took me a tiring 6 hr experience drive alone, to achieve &lt;u&gt;one&lt;/u&gt; reason - to make u happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231796596376015266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SJsTSQAXEaI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/MfXJTo6VfiU/s320/28072008(039).jpg" border="0" /&gt;i'm glad to have been the one putting the first smile on your face, ever since the day you left brisbane, cos' that was the last smile i saw till the day you left melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SJsTSoqkZoI/AAAAAAAAAhY/JDOwJv9Q3h0/s1600-h/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231796602995500674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SJsTSoqkZoI/AAAAAAAAAhY/JDOwJv9Q3h0/s320/DSC00562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i thanked God that we arrived there safe &amp;amp; sound. a risky accomplishment for me, an attraction to show off to your friends, for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SJsTS65lwFI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Fd231AOJz78/s1600-h/DSC00558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231796607890341970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SJsTS65lwFI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Fd231AOJz78/s320/DSC00558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;i'm glad to have been the photographer for the day, taking priceless pictures of you. Just to see you happy just for even 1 day, you know i did it just for you &amp;amp; you alone, in exclusion of all others.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SJsTS0Y0V1I/AAAAAAAAAho/MwpuCv2Ghx0/s1600-h/28072008(032).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231796606142273362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SJsTS0Y0V1I/AAAAAAAAAho/MwpuCv2Ghx0/s320/28072008(032).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;but i'm heartbroken to say that, this shall be the last time you kiss xiaohei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos' it's time for me to say goodbye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SJsTTAV0m2I/AAAAAAAAAhw/zarcAwllxoI/s1600-h/DSC02088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231796609350933346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SJsTTAV0m2I/AAAAAAAAAhw/zarcAwllxoI/s320/DSC02088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew the day had to come when I would have to post the first post about you in my outdated blog, yet being the worst one of all. Well, it shall be the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the first time that I met you till today, I knew how you were like as a person instantaneously. But I still chose to try to change you into a better person, a more mature person, a more independent person, more intellectual in terms of actions &amp;amp; thinking capacity and more of a woman, than a little girl. I believed in you. I had hopes for you. I trusted in you. You knew I did all along. Then, the time came when I made the wrong move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bring you to Brisbane with me, to meet my growing circle of university friends who I hoped, with more social conversations would, enlighten that brain of yours, eventually.&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I was wrong. so so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the long, no sorry let me correct that, to cut the &lt;strong&gt;neverending&lt;/strong&gt; story short, I wasted &lt;strong&gt;1.5 years&lt;/strong&gt; of You &amp;amp; Eric's never-to-be one-way love story, You &amp;amp; David's &lt;strong&gt;0.5 years&lt;/strong&gt; impossible one-way love story &amp;amp; now, you're telling me you wanna get start an &lt;strong&gt;unnecessary&lt;/strong&gt; love story by getting yourself involved with Josh, the all-time famous one who is a confused individual himself? (sorry josh, being very tactful already.) &lt;strong&gt;MORE&lt;/strong&gt;over, you know that you'll go back to &lt;strong&gt;Mr ASSHOLE Eric Low&lt;/strong&gt; when he decides to have more fun with you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Josh:&lt;/strong&gt; if you wanna carry on &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; listening to me beforehand, these are the consequences you'll have to bear on your shoulders for a &lt;strong&gt;long long time&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1) why the hell you chose not to listen time and time again (the land before time when Josh &amp;amp; Jess were an item and our friendships were put on the stake, do you remember that? Yes, I believe you will for the rest of your life.)&lt;br /&gt;2) Now &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN JOSH&lt;/strong&gt;, your &lt;u&gt;biggest flaw&lt;/u&gt; josh, was to carry out the same old bad habits in you unto others. (I do not need to elaborate on that I suppose?) The Law says, if you do not provoke someone, the other party will not reciprocate by offending you. So if both of you end up in court, the ultimate criminal would be you, because you lifted the first finger. You caused this to happen. The same applies in this situation. If you didn't try to create "sparks" between you and my little girl, would she have confused it for a replacement of lost love subconsciously? Now again Josh, I have to end and destroy this precious relationship that I have with my loved one, with my own hands, because of you. Do things never, ever think THRICE. Twice is not enough for you. How many more relationships do you want to destroy for me? Isn't it enough ruining it for yourself? If you're not sick of it Josh, I am telling you now that I &lt;strong&gt;AM VERY SICK OF IT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the little girl:&lt;/strong&gt; I heard that you are blaming me for something that I'm not even aware of.&lt;br /&gt;This is the biggest joke that I've ever heard in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.. I get it. It's probably for not letting you &amp;amp; josh's love story happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me or have you mistaken the blame &amp;amp; anger you've unleashed onto me, for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;yourself&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? We do not need to know the answer because &lt;strong&gt;we are smarter than a sixth grader. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, don't ever dare tell me you did not lie to me when you went arnd telling people (I would not mention who) that you were in a relationship with Josh when you were only dating. This has been confirmed by Josh. So I am not the FIRST to know, yes? So don't tell me you didn't LIE understand? Manipulation is ur forte huh? it was demonstrated very well by your actions. no further explanation needed. =) You should take up 'Bachelor of Manipulation' if you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's funny how you can badmouth about Josh to all &lt;strong&gt;my friends&lt;/strong&gt; about him, ask &lt;strong&gt;my friends&lt;/strong&gt; all about his relevant information &amp;amp; broadcast to them AND ME, &lt;strong&gt;how it's impossiblely atrociously ridiculous for you to be with Josh.&lt;/strong&gt; My toes are laughing. Are yours too? And, your "dream". Yes, I remember the night before you let me in on the &lt;strong&gt;atrociously ridiculous &lt;u&gt;truth&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; you told me that you dreamt that you and josh went on a holiday and I couldn't find you online for days so I decided to call you up and check on you. To my horror, you were with josh and I flew back to Singapore first thing (which in real life, I'm not as dumb to do) to sever all ties with you. Isn't this a dream come true for you? Or rather, was this "dream" just a test to see how my reaction would be like anticipating what the future beholds for you. You told me that I &lt;u&gt;meant alot to you&lt;/u&gt; and that you &lt;u&gt;couldn't afford&lt;/u&gt; to lose me. Obviously, time does tell. And, time has spat at me in the face, telling me that, &lt;strong&gt;I am obviously not as important to you as compared to the men in your life.&lt;/strong&gt; Well done. Like I said and I'm not afraid to say this again, this relationship &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;would not work&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if Josh is going to try something funny along the way, and if you are going back to Mr Asshole Eric if he decides to have more fun with you again in 3-6 months time, AND if your heart obviously still belongs to other men. Subconsciously, if you still do not realise, you are using josh to replace the lost feeling you have inside you &amp;amp; I think that this is very unfair both for him &amp;amp; yourself. You are in the loop, you can't see it the way we &lt;strong&gt;ALL &lt;/strong&gt;do. Why do you have to chose men who either do not love you, or those who are not for you? You talk about feelings? What feelings are you talking about? When you, yourself is unsure about the whole love dating game. You are still &lt;strong&gt;very VERY immature &amp;amp; childish&lt;/strong&gt; in terms of not only thinking, but thru' the way you speak, your actions AND most importantly, in &lt;strong&gt;relationships. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;Another thing is, hasn't Jess become your good friend? Didn't you go on a getaway trip with her? Haven't you both developed a closer relationship ever since? &lt;/span&gt;You&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt; of all people, know of Jess &amp;amp; Josh's history. YET, you can still have the cheek to get involved with a good friend's ex boyfriend? &lt;/span&gt;You&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt; know everything bad about Josh &amp;amp; his bad history, &lt;/span&gt;You&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;'ve passed your fair share of bad comments about him &amp;amp; its miraculous how on earth you could end up falling for him &lt;/span&gt;you&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;rself. It's amazing how &lt;/span&gt;you&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt; can portray how &lt;/span&gt;you&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt; hate him so much infront of others &amp;amp; yet have the intention to get romantically involved with him. What the hell is this??? Are you a schizophrenic or are u just trying to fit in too hard with the group? And yes, people can tell. &lt;/span&gt;You&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt; jolly well should at least have the common sense to know the basics of human moralities. I trust that you were not born of &lt;strong&gt;immaculate conception&lt;/strong&gt;, therefore you should be human enough to understand how to be a proper human being. Know what's morally right or wrong to do for God's sake! I guess it doesn't bother you as well as long as what makes &lt;/span&gt;you&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt; happy is all that matters. All living other is irrelevant. dio boh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Self-reflection is much needed&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For my dearest friends, I know you all agree with me because I've received the same feedback from every single one of you. Thank you for letting me know that I'm in the right state of mind by saying &amp;amp; doing this. Thank you all for giving me the face by befriending her &lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt; for putting up with her on my account all this while. I know she has been stepping on all your nerves in regards to her "how I miss Eric stories" &amp;amp; "how I kissed David &amp;amp; his cheeks are so soft stories". Please forgive her immatureness giving consideration to her level of intellectual capacity &amp;amp; extremely amazing long-winded-nism. As much as you all have gone through this many times, imagine how many times I have had to listen to the same old stories each &amp;amp; every time she meets any of you &lt;u&gt;or&lt;/u&gt; someone new? Countless. From today onwards, you have to put up with her no more. I'm holding up the BIG white flag. I'm getting too old for these kinda things. As I age, I mature, I grow. I make mistakes, I learn &amp;amp; repent. I don't bring myself down, make myself miserable &amp;amp; depress myself &amp;amp; irritate the ppl around me with my never-to-be fairytale love stories.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me lah? Which guy in the right state of mind would regret not being with you? Given your current mentality &amp;amp; childish actions, if I'm that guy, I'll probably be scared of you, run away, or even play with you if I'm an asshole. I am so glad my Homie David wasn't an asshole to play you out and was kind enough to reject you tactfully and also, not leading you on by bridging a distance from you. Thanks for going through all you did on account of me Homz. I'm sorry to have made you dance with her, let her get upclose with you &amp;amp; do all the other things that she requested for that I won't mention. Back to what I was saying, all this would just ascertain me even more that I made the right decision in not being with you if I was a guy. A good phrase to describe this scenario would be, &lt;em&gt;"heng ah... if be with her I jialat liao".&lt;/em&gt; You told me that how you wished that Eric would be like Andrew and regret not cherishing me when he had me. I would not elaborate on this as he has finally realised his mistakes. If you can move on, lead a better life even &lt;u&gt;without him&lt;/u&gt; and show him that life is still beautiful even without him, if you can self-improve and be a better person, &lt;u&gt;not for him&lt;/u&gt; but for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;yourself&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, you probably would see Mr Asshole Eric crawling back to you by now. What have you shown him? Nuff' said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;PLEASE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; stop going around to all my brisbane mates telling them how miserable you are, or try to extort irrelevant information from them regarding someone else, or rant the whole day about &lt;strong&gt;YOU, YOURSELF AND YOU&lt;/strong&gt; when the day is supposed to be spent with them. Your msn nick says, "the world doesnt revolve around you and you only." &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;PLEASE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, for goodness sake, take back your own words and eat it up. Cos' whenever you go out with my friends, when people talk about themselves or about anything other than you, your mind tends to wonder somewhere to neverneverland and it's so obvious to them that you're disinterested in whatever that they're saying, however, you &lt;strong&gt;expect everyone's attention&lt;/strong&gt; when it comes to talking about you and your all-time favourite neverending never-to-be same OLD love stories. Everyone has to listen to you, hear you out, comfort you even though they know so well that no matter how much they say, it'd never gonna get into you and it's a bloody waste of their time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the way, when I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to say this out, it means I've got hard facts to back me up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BECAUSE OF YOU. I WAS WORRIED, I MSNED YOU, YOU WENT OFFLINE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CALLED YOU THREE BLOODY F-ING TIMES, YOU HUNG UP ON ME THREE BLOODY TIMES. WELL DONE, SERIOUSLY. I SALUTE TO YOU. JUST TO LET YOU KNOW, I NEVER HANG UP ON THE PEOPLE I LOVE. ESP THOSE WHO CARE FOR ME MOST. I DIDNT LISTEN WHEN PEOPLE TOLD ME TO GIVE UP ON YOU, NOW LISTEN UP CAREFULLY. IT WAS NOT ME WHO GAVE UP ON YOU, YOU GAVE UP ON YOURSELF AND YOU IGNORED A HAND WHO WAS TRYING TO REACH TO YOU WHEN YOUR OWN WAVE THREATENED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD HELPS THOSE WHO HELPS THEMSELVES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A few last words for you before I pen off.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;adapted from the reality of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please remember that Love is not to be used as a substitute for human companionship.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Absence will make your loved one appreciate you even more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A woman how pretty, without character is nothing but empty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There comes a point in your life when you realize who matters, who never did, who won’t anymore, and who always will. So why worry about people from your past, there’s a reason why they didn’t make it to your future!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life consists not in holding good cards but in playing those you hold well. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We make our own fortunes, yet we say it's fate. Therefore, it is during your darkest moments that you must focus to see the light. Life is a succession of moments, To live each one is to succeed. The time is always right to do what is right. You can never plan the future by the past.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lastly, for me and you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never take someone for granted cos you'll wake up one day &amp;amp; realise you've lost a diamond while collecting stones.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-=-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry I can protect you no more. You're on your own now. Its a deep stab into my heart. So deep, that it seems like I can actually feel the pain within me, in heart, mind, body &amp;amp; soul. But I've said what I've got to say. You've done more than enough to hurt me and it could never get any worser than this. If you still don't know what you did wrong and you're angry at me for saying all this, by all means go ahead. Cos' if you think this way, then you need to get to know me better. I want you to lift your pillow up high &amp;amp; sleep on it. Think carefully before you speak. If not, forever hold your peace... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last but not least... &lt;em&gt;I wanna sincerely thank you for caring for me all this while, for being there for me when I needed you, being there for my graduation (which was the most impt day in my life for impt ppl such as my dearest lil one to be there), for walking thru these many years with me, thru' good times &amp;amp; bad.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-=-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most importantly of all, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank you, for loving me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I loved you too.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-4800490093751213384?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/4800490093751213384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=4800490093751213384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/4800490093751213384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/4800490093751213384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2008/08/biggest-mistake-led-to-your-dream-come.html' title='the biggest mistake led to your dream come true'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SJsTSQAXEaI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/MfXJTo6VfiU/s72-c/28072008(039).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-6505194733011677746</id><published>2008-07-06T02:37:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:02:28.251+10:00</updated><title type='text'>There are no mistakes in life, only lessons.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There are no mistakes in life, only lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Live with intention. Walk to the edge. Listen hard. Practice wellness. Play with abandon. Laugh. Choose with no regret. Continue to learn. Appreciate you friends. Do what you love. Live as if this is all there is no end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just got back from my &lt;strong&gt;New Zealand trip&lt;/strong&gt; (24th June - 2nd July 2008) with my groupies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ma homie David, Amy baby, Lam lam &amp;amp; sweet Jacqueline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skiing at Coronet Peak Mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219577044448301730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SG-pqtwf0qI/AAAAAAAAAgA/lJ3luiPY328/s320/IMG_3004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chilling after our 'near-death car slide' down the snow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SG-psmTmNlI/AAAAAAAAAgI/xihLRSK0OMM/s1600-h/DSC00704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219577076807775826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SG-psmTmNlI/AAAAAAAAAgI/xihLRSK0OMM/s320/DSC00704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snowboarding at Coronet Peak mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SG-ptLyUeaI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/iFqzzHzAkuU/s1600-h/IMG_2884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219577086868748706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SG-ptLyUeaI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/iFqzzHzAkuU/s320/IMG_2884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More snowboarding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219577102316041138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SG-puFVPc7I/AAAAAAAAAgY/c2b8b9-1brE/s320/IMG_2902.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;At the Glacier&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SG-vcAE_uAI/AAAAAAAAAgo/XYhu32Fru40/s1600-h/DSC_2027.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219583388737845250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SG-vcAE_uAI/AAAAAAAAAgo/XYhu32Fru40/s320/DSC_2027.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freaking ex trekking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SG-puFVPc7I/AAAAAAAAAgY/c2b8b9-1brE/s1600-h/IMG_2902.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SG-vcs971SI/AAAAAAAAAgw/iKMCfDf3_cw/s1600-h/DSC00900.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219583400787825954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SG-vcs971SI/AAAAAAAAAgw/iKMCfDf3_cw/s320/DSC00900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome to the Hood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SG-puFVPc7I/AAAAAAAAAgY/c2b8b9-1brE/s1600-h/IMG_2902.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SG-vc3sPt5I/AAAAAAAAAg4/lEpgj4upRYk/s1600-h/DSC_1598.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219583403666421650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SG-vc3sPt5I/AAAAAAAAAg4/lEpgj4upRYk/s320/DSC_1598.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Horse riding to see 'Lord of the Rings' scenics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SG-puFVPc7I/AAAAAAAAAgY/c2b8b9-1brE/s1600-h/IMG_2902.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SG-vdNF3xdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/rA-SSinRzK4/s1600-h/DSC_1698.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219583409411048914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SG-vdNF3xdI/AAAAAAAAAhA/rA-SSinRzK4/s320/DSC_1698.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello Mr Snowman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SG-vdYuyjnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/L6pvyObxMF4/s1600-h/DSC_2093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219583412535463538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SG-vdYuyjnI/AAAAAAAAAhI/L6pvyObxMF4/s320/DSC_2093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SG-puFVPc7I/AAAAAAAAAgY/c2b8b9-1brE/s1600-h/IMG_2902.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All in one piece back in Brisbane at the good ol' Starbucks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SG-puupmOJI/AAAAAAAAAgg/HSWZ7j23yQE/s1600-h/DSC01025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219577113407273106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SG-puupmOJI/AAAAAAAAAgg/HSWZ7j23yQE/s320/DSC01025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if there was 3 words that I could use to describe that graduation trip of mine, it would definitely be, &lt;strong&gt;Eventful, fun &amp;amp; priceless experiences everyday.&lt;/strong&gt; ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all.. I'm thankful that everyone came back to Brisbane all in one piece. Thank you Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is the 6th of July, my younger brother's 18th birthday. Happy Happy birthday brother! Today is the day you become a youth and also the day you grow a year older, a year wiser. You're going into the army on the 9th of July, one day before my birthday. I'm so gonna miss you. Please take care of yourself for me kay? Can't wait to see you again. Love, Jie Jie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a depressing feeling I'm getting from being a pre-graduant? I feel kinda lost. Now I finally understand when they all say that you feel half-happy for your graduation and the other half depressed cos you're going to be taking the next step into working life, where the battle &amp;amp; challenge begins. I'm starting to miss studying already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma bestie girlfriend is driving up her way to Melbourne with her friends and mum as I am typing this out. Apparently, I just found out that she's going to miss the last birthday she can spend with me before we part after graduation. This just made me feel wayyyyy "better"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess it's gonna be a &lt;strong&gt;lonely birthday&lt;/strong&gt; this year. First time in the coming &lt;strong&gt;23 years of my life&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... this is what I have to say after so much that has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have to take the good with the bad, smile with the sad, love what you got, and remember what you had. Always forgive, but never forget, learn from your mistakes, but never regret.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shake off the "why's" and the "what if's" and rid yourself of confusion. Whatever was - is in the past. Whatever is? That’s what's important. The past is a brief reflection, and the future is yet to be realized.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yes honey, I didn't forget about you. I do &lt;strong&gt;love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-6505194733011677746?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/6505194733011677746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=6505194733011677746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/6505194733011677746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/6505194733011677746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2008/07/there-are-no-mistakes-in-life-only.html' title='There are no mistakes in life, only lessons.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SG-pqtwf0qI/AAAAAAAAAgA/lJ3luiPY328/s72-c/IMG_3004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-2346670607657807022</id><published>2008-06-10T00:46:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T02:09:04.969+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pre-Examinal stress?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about how people seem to be going to Church a whole lot more as they get older.&lt;br /&gt;Then, it dawned on me... they're cramming for their final exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I feel that:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more studying you did for the exam, the less sure you are as to which answer they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80% of the final exam will be based on the one lecture you missed and the one book you didn’t read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are given an open-book exam, you will forget your book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are given a take-home exam, you will forget where you live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those of you who received honors, awards and distinctions, I say well done. And to the C students, I say you too may one day be president of the United States.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mel's Causal Theory of Reference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My theory is used to describe reference in regard to all sorts of reference-bearing terms, in this case, examinal terms (Yong, 2008).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; find the time for anything. If you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the time, you must &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;E.g. &lt;em&gt;You are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;always free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to play a "feng" of 'Mahjong' or a few rounds of the new trend in 'Brisbane town' - Command &amp;amp; Conquer Generals Zero-hour. However, when it gets to sitting your &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ass down to study, you somehow can't seem to even &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it. Are you gonna &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for God to bestow upon you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; rely on your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;self-proclaimed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "xiao chong ming" (born-with intelligence) to help you then? If so... carry on, by all means I wish you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;E.g. You decide to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for your friend's phonecall to go to uni to study together, your friend is caught up with something else, you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wait again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. You arrive at uni, everyone is having a break time and are having ongoing human interaction. you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;join in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. When you decide it's time to start, they decide to go out for a snack, for dinner or for a cigarette joint, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. When will you ever &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; One of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; uses of your time is to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;increase&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;your competence&lt;/span&gt; in your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;key result&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; areas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;E.g. If you think it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to do one section of your exam, focus on the ones you do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. This is more like a generative cognitive denotation than a conotation or myth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; All successful people men and women are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dreamers. They imagine what their future could be, ideal in every respect, and then they &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;work every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; toward their distant vision, that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;E.g. When your friends or colleagues ask you, "what do you wanna &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when you graduate?" You pause &amp;amp; you think. Do you have a real &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; answer to that question? Which roots down to whether you have a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;E.g. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why bother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about what people say about, how bad or well you have done &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. In the end, you'll have the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; certificate as them. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why bother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about what people say about you being a "nobody" in future when an empty vessel makes the most noise &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;actions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; speaks louder than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The right man is the one who seizes the moment. Just like whenever an individual or a business decides that success has been attained, progress stops. Where much is expected from an individual, he may rise to the level of events and make the dream come true. Quality is never an accident because it is always the result of high intention, sincere effort, intelligent direction and skillful execution - it represents the wise choice of many alternatives.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Never underestimate the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of passion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Know yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and you will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all battles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-2346670607657807022?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/2346670607657807022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=2346670607657807022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/2346670607657807022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/2346670607657807022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2008/06/pre-examinal-stress-i-was-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-1376093706005083019</id><published>2008-06-03T05:25:00.015+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:02:32.639+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog revival after 5 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Blog revival after 5 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Firstly, I hope my bestie girlfriend has had the best &amp;amp; most childish McDonald's birthday party ever, as requested. This would be my last time organising your birthday for you, I guess. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Ronald McDonald wasn't free to pop by cuz I had to pre-book him 2 weeks in advance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERNKzzS49I/AAAAAAAAAcg/55fFIfh-G2U/s1600-h/babyronald.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207371917246522322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERNKzzS49I/AAAAAAAAAcg/55fFIfh-G2U/s320/babyronald.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...Happy birthday anyways! Hope you enjoyed it all the same darling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERO7TzS4-I/AAAAAAAAAco/t9OLGaXr1ug/s1600-h/DSC00218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207373849981805538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERO7TzS4-I/AAAAAAAAAco/t9OLGaXr1ug/s320/DSC00218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lots of kisses &amp;amp; huggs for her at midnight, okayy.. I was half an hour late to surprising her with chocolate fudge brownies with lit sparkles I rushed to get from Night Owl. She was tearfully touched. Hee~ &lt;u&gt;mission accomplished&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207373858571740146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERO7zzS4_I/AAAAAAAAAcw/wsg-eGZipSA/s320/DSC00279.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The Birthday girl, who wanted a childish theme, where everyone &lt;u&gt;must&lt;/u&gt; come dressed as a cartoon character and/or an action hero. I'm not sure what she came as though, neither does she. Ironic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207384072003970226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERYOTzS5LI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/q9HpgJTxFdc/s320/DSC00284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207386395581277522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERaVjzS5VI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Q9a7QbLqRNE/s320/DSC00289.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The boys. Spot the &lt;strong&gt;pirate&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;scarecrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207373884341543970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERO9TzS5CI/AAAAAAAAAdI/N4xrAmMYyZ0/s320/DSC00305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...and Ronald McDonald, who couldn't turn up cuz he was busy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, it sure was hell of a fun night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now, as you all know, Brisbane is kinda like a dead town after 5pm. Therefore, we can only eat at either this place in Chinatown called Cybercity, Pancake house OR sip your favourite italian coffee at La Dolce Vita at Milton - which means "The sweet life" in Italian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cybercity totally sucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Pancake house provided much better food in terms of quality and all but now it has went all the way downnnnnnn... and not &lt;strong&gt;forgetting...&lt;/strong&gt; their service sucks to the core. You know &lt;strong&gt;WHY?&lt;/strong&gt; Cuz I left my new Sony T2 Camera on the table &amp;amp; none of them, yes &lt;strong&gt;NONE&lt;/strong&gt; of them found it. Amazing huh? At 12am in the morning, with only a few customers sitting around, the staff could not find a &lt;strong&gt;WHITE&lt;/strong&gt; camera that was misplaced on the table.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Hello, May I enquire if any of your staff has found a white Sony camera that I've misplaced a few days ago?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Manager: Hold on, lemme check for you.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(whisperings... pause... scruffling sounds)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Manager: Erm, unfortunately, none of my staff has seen your camera around here. It hasn't been found in the "lost and found" box either.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...paused, waiting for him to &lt;strong&gt;at least&lt;/strong&gt; have the courtesy to further investigate of some sort.. but no. I had to initiate it myself of course. cuz their service totally sucks.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Oh, I see. Could you at least take down my number and name and paste it on your billboard or something so if anyone of your staff or customers has seen it, could return it to me?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Manager: Oh sure, why not. (and I &lt;strong&gt;BET&lt;/strong&gt; he just chucked that piece of paper aside without taking a second look at it and just thought to himself, "freaking asians... losing their bloody new camera, who wouldn't take it? I WOULD.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;THE END. (I was so totally pissed &lt;strong&gt;pissed&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PISSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;However! My dearest honey bought me the exact same one again! :D Awesome! Thanks dear!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU PANCAKE HOUSE. I swore never to go back there EVER AGAIN.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and weeks after the new cam arrived... these are some pictures I took with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;GUESS WHERE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207388190877607266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERb-DzS5WI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Od9Jvt47vP8/s320/DSC00138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay these are totally irrelevant, just some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;gay-action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gg on here...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207380331087455298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERU0jzS5EI/AAAAAAAAAdY/YYmBH_c-9pA/s320/DSC00152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and yes... we seem to be enjoying the fooood...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(ok, we look bad here cos' we hadn't had enuff slp)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERU0zzS5FI/AAAAAAAAAdg/jQjxRzzVR38/s1600-h/DSC00153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207380335382422610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERU0zzS5FI/AAAAAAAAAdg/jQjxRzzVR38/s320/DSC00153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Get the clearer picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERU2jzS5GI/AAAAAAAAAdo/hcFnbaqt7Sk/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207380365447193698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERU2jzS5GI/AAAAAAAAAdo/hcFnbaqt7Sk/s320/DSC00151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It just keeps getting worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERU4DzS5HI/AAAAAAAAAdw/dNbG33O2Q54/s1600-h/DSC00147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207380391216997490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERU4DzS5HI/AAAAAAAAAdw/dNbG33O2Q54/s320/DSC00147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; worser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERVnDzS5II/AAAAAAAAAd4/y0a7y6L-t5E/s1600-h/DSC00150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207381198670849154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERVnDzS5II/AAAAAAAAAd4/y0a7y6L-t5E/s320/DSC00150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and what the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is this??? a chunk of &lt;em&gt;assorted&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;shit&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oranges&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as decorations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERVnjzS5JI/AAAAAAAAAeA/EdlpFLuRfbY/s1600-h/DSC00148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207381207260783762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERVnjzS5JI/AAAAAAAAAeA/EdlpFLuRfbY/s320/DSC00148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey, we're in PANCAKE HOUSE, AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERVnzzS5KI/AAAAAAAAAeI/GHnM3LAuK6E/s1600-h/DSC00149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207381211555751074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERVnzzS5KI/AAAAAAAAAeI/GHnM3LAuK6E/s320/DSC00149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IF it was not for my homie's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;grumbling stomach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I would have kicked their darn asses! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I seriously would rather, hang out &amp;amp; chill with a few cocktails or beers in the city...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERYOzzS5MI/AAAAAAAAAeY/FC3RzvTMNJU/s1600-h/DSC00182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207384080593904834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERYOzzS5MI/AAAAAAAAAeY/FC3RzvTMNJU/s320/DSC00182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with a few good pals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERYPTzS5NI/AAAAAAAAAeg/yurv39yvaMQ/s1600-h/DSC00212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207384089183839442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERYPTzS5NI/AAAAAAAAAeg/yurv39yvaMQ/s320/DSC00212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with my one of my favourite mocktails of the night - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sunshine treat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERYQDzS5OI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3SD6OfEObrU/s1600-h/DSC00203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207384102068741346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERYQDzS5OI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3SD6OfEObrU/s320/DSC00203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...or even have a plate of good &lt;strong&gt;steak&lt;/strong&gt; (preferably with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;gravy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on it minus the salad!) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERYQjzS5PI/AAAAAAAAAew/GxbvwYUkrjo/s1600-h/DSC00341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207384110658675954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERYQjzS5PI/AAAAAAAAAew/GxbvwYUkrjo/s320/DSC00341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;However, it still tastes just as &lt;strong&gt;GOOOD&lt;/strong&gt; cos it's been cooked with lots of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's my personal chef of the day! "If David can cook, so can YOU."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207385820055659778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERZ0DzS5QI/AAAAAAAAAe4/7vxcEQDRRjY/s320/DSC00336.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Stylo-Mylo huh! - all geared up with apron and all~ cute eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207385832940561682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERZ0zzS5RI/AAAAAAAAAfA/7iRRhLAge5Q/s320/DSC00345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sometimes in life, a buddy around to give some moral support is gooood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207385841530496290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERZ1TzS5SI/AAAAAAAAAfI/ciE-rs4Krjs/s320/DSC00346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...but can look pretty misleading. I mean, to each own pespective of course! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERZ1jzS5TI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/kyZnb18R8jQ/s1600-h/DSC00347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207385845825463602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERZ1jzS5TI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/kyZnb18R8jQ/s320/DSC00347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously, I think as &lt;strong&gt;Cantonese&lt;/strong&gt; we are, we make even better cooks than "&lt;strong&gt;Westernese&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;~Now for my ending post pics~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207393606831367538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERg5TzS5XI/AAAAAAAAAfw/qxgET_an79c/s320/Mel%27s+pictures+322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207393658370975106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERg8TzS5YI/AAAAAAAAAf4/vcgfYK42NjI/s320/Mel%27s+pictures+324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great Indonesian food tastes the BEST with good company~always.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-1376093706005083019?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/1376093706005083019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=1376093706005083019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/1376093706005083019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/1376093706005083019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-revival-after-5-months.html' title='Blog revival after 5 months'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/SERNKzzS49I/AAAAAAAAAcg/55fFIfh-G2U/s72-c/babyronald.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-272348507465973151</id><published>2008-01-25T18:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:02:36.292+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in hot humid Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Back in hot humid Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at the Changi airport after another year has passed again, was definitely pleasant for me. My dear, my Patricia ah mei &amp;amp; a friend of hers, Jess &amp;amp; ashley were all there to receive me. =) Thanks sweethearts. I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrica's eyes were welled up in tears while hugging me, as usual. haha! that silly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear surprised me with a bouquet of red roses &amp;amp; a new Nokia 6110 Navigator (white colour) cos' he knew I love white! How sweet of him! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we proceeded to my gf, G's hse to surprise her. I already made plans with her whole family and hanxiang (who overslept &amp;amp; couldn't come to fetch me frm the airport as planned!) to help me keep my coming to spore a secret. I called hanxiang once I reached, &amp;amp; he lured G out to the door. There, I squatted behind the rubbish bin (yes, a rubbish bin) and slowly inside to her front door without her knowing and stood beside it. Once she walked out of the front door, I pounced on her &amp;amp; hugged her from behind! ***You don't need a fool to guess what happened after that*** haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my first 3 days in Singapore was pretty well-spent apart from the fact that it was only yesterday that I got to exchange my Australian currency! Which means, I had to "window-shop" for the 1st two days in Spore and it was only yesterday I got to buy a pair of shoes for damn cheap, a handful of earrings for like damn cheap &amp;amp; a bag for damn cheap also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, food in Spore is DAMN CHEAP as well! Considering the fact that I always pay at least AU$10 for a normal meal and AU$4o for a steak meal, what is SGD$2.50 for my favourite bowl of prawn noodles, fish noodles, mee soto or chicken rice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the cab fare. Holy-moly macaroni! Even after Spore has increased it's taxi charges a little, it's still as cheap as taking one in Brisbane. Good for me in that sense, at least they'll still get to earn my taxi expenditures through me, cos if it inceases to like what it is in Brisbane, I'll probably be better off renting a car (since THE parents are NOT here with me). Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here are some pics from my new mobile phone =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is G's brother, Jarryl giving me a lift to Orchard! He's a cutie-pie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mkNgvZXHI/AAAAAAAAAZw/LeA3rDKeK9A/s1600-h/24012008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159335400163597426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mkNgvZXHI/AAAAAAAAAZw/LeA3rDKeK9A/s320/24012008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mkOAvZXII/AAAAAAAAAZ4/x1nY0B-Ogrk/s1600-h/24012008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159335408753532034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mkOAvZXII/AAAAAAAAAZ4/x1nY0B-Ogrk/s320/24012008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meet-up with my (from left) xiao zhu zhu &amp;amp; Ms. cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mkOQvZXJI/AAAAAAAAAaA/k38YhoTOlSI/s1600-h/24012008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159335413048499346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mkOQvZXJI/AAAAAAAAAaA/k38YhoTOlSI/s320/24012008(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mkOQvZXKI/AAAAAAAAAaI/UIk6WUQ8DMs/s1600-h/24012008(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159335413048499362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mkOQvZXKI/AAAAAAAAAaI/UIk6WUQ8DMs/s320/24012008(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also with the boys, (from left) the boyfriend, zailiang &amp;amp; leslie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mkOgvZXLI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/TjzoST_dHOU/s1600-h/24012008(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159335417343466674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mkOgvZXLI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/TjzoST_dHOU/s320/24012008(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mlFAvZXMI/AAAAAAAAAaY/uJPXRBvFwiQ/s1600-h/24012008(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159336353646337218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mlFAvZXMI/AAAAAAAAAaY/uJPXRBvFwiQ/s320/24012008(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with my best buddy - Norman as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mlFQvZXNI/AAAAAAAAAag/rJgsHiFHo6E/s1600-h/24012008(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159336357941304530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mlFQvZXNI/AAAAAAAAAag/rJgsHiFHo6E/s320/24012008(012).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mlFgvZXOI/AAAAAAAAAao/yTgXfKU5RkU/s1600-h/24012008(013).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159336362236271842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mlFgvZXOI/AAAAAAAAAao/yTgXfKU5RkU/s320/24012008(013).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And... my dearest lil' Ah mei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mlFwvZXPI/AAAAAAAAAaw/5c9GSxWwBts/s1600-h/24012008(017).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159336366531239154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mlFwvZXPI/AAAAAAAAAaw/5c9GSxWwBts/s320/24012008(017).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mlGAvZXQI/AAAAAAAAAa4/swlkU4_hums/s1600-h/24012008(018).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159336370826206466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mlGAvZXQI/AAAAAAAAAa4/swlkU4_hums/s320/24012008(018).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mmNAvZXRI/AAAAAAAAAbA/UOPoMmoJLvU/s1600-h/24012008(019).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159337590596918546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mmNAvZXRI/AAAAAAAAAbA/UOPoMmoJLvU/s320/24012008(019).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mmNQvZXSI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Z-5_6hpO4a4/s1600-h/25012008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159337594891885858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mmNQvZXSI/AAAAAAAAAbI/Z-5_6hpO4a4/s320/25012008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, do you see my newly cut &amp;amp; treated hair that costed like &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SGD$150&lt;/strong&gt;? Nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mmNwvZXTI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/610z2A5vrf4/s1600-h/25012008(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159337603481820466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mmNwvZXTI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/610z2A5vrf4/s320/25012008(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mmNwvZXUI/AAAAAAAAAbY/rIYY8VgN47g/s1600-h/25012008(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159337603481820482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mmNwvZXUI/AAAAAAAAAbY/rIYY8VgN47g/s320/25012008(012).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... the amount of shopping bags he was carrying for me... hee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mmOQvZXVI/AAAAAAAAAbg/_5U7TA-00UE/s1600-h/25012008(013).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159337612071755090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mmOQvZXVI/AAAAAAAAAbg/_5U7TA-00UE/s320/25012008(013).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mm7wvZXWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/tLApK9RiDBk/s1600-h/25012008(014).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159338393755802978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mm7wvZXWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/tLApK9RiDBk/s320/25012008(014).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not forgetting the main focus - the lights behind us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mm8QvZXXI/AAAAAAAAAbw/5yz7OOG1fbY/s1600-h/25012008(016).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159338402345737586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mm8QvZXXI/AAAAAAAAAbw/5yz7OOG1fbY/s320/25012008(016).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mm8gvZXYI/AAAAAAAAAb4/4L3SLfp-xOw/s1600-h/25012008(017).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159338406640704898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mm8gvZXYI/AAAAAAAAAb4/4L3SLfp-xOw/s320/25012008(017).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kodak moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mm9QvZXaI/AAAAAAAAAcI/tcI56BJE7Lk/s1600-h/25012008(020).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159338419525606818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mm9QvZXaI/AAAAAAAAAcI/tcI56BJE7Lk/s320/25012008(020).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mm8wvZXZI/AAAAAAAAAcA/wcsudofxrV8/s1600-h/25012008(018).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159338410935672210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mm8wvZXZI/AAAAAAAAAcA/wcsudofxrV8/s320/25012008(018).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, and many random pictures taken with my dear outside Plaza Singapura, waiting to G to pick us up to go home together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We thought it was kinda romantic with the lights &amp;amp; all. Hee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But how romantic can it be in Plaza Singapura. =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay la, I'll admit that I wanted to try out new hp at night. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now folks! I'm off again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Special thanks to dear &amp;amp; norman (respectively) for these pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mr-QvZXbI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9R7bpGmt8_Y/s1600-h/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159343934263614898" style="CURSOR: hand" height="238" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mr-QvZXbI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9R7bpGmt8_Y/s320/123.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mr-gvZXcI/AAAAAAAAAcY/_O6qzM82fIU/s1600-h/mel+mdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159343938558582210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mr-gvZXcI/AAAAAAAAAcY/_O6qzM82fIU/s320/mel+mdf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the left is sweet from dear. On the right, &lt;strong&gt;notice&lt;/strong&gt; what my good buddy "did to me". lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty kinky I would say.&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/17367724-272348507465973151?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/272348507465973151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=272348507465973151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/272348507465973151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/272348507465973151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-in-hot-humid-singapore.html' title='Back in hot humid Singapore'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R5mkNgvZXHI/AAAAAAAAAZw/LeA3rDKeK9A/s72-c/24012008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-4268726445423673853</id><published>2008-01-12T21:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:02:45.259+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, My dearest and I.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4iyx8ZG09I/AAAAAAAAAV0/evQsvBiTRFw/s1600-h/Photo+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154566344620299218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4iyx8ZG09I/AAAAAAAAAV0/evQsvBiTRFw/s320/Photo+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;("v"). .Me, My dearest and I. .("v')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday, my dearest told me this during our msn conversation,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was the sweetest thing ever...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-=-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cherishmel™ reserved for her and her only: She's my Addiktion says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i signed for Salsa club liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cherishmel™ reserved for her and her only: She's my Addiktion says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;going for classes soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cherishmel™ reserved for her and her only: She's my Addiktion says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i join with my buddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cherishmel™ reserved for her and her only: She's my Addiktion says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;with different reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cherishmel™ reserved for her and her only: She's my Addiktion says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;he join salsa to know gal i join salsa to dance with u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-=-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isn't that the sweetest thing you can ever hear from your loved one?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes darling, I'll love to dance the Salsa with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"These are some pictures that I'd like to share when he surprised me here in Brisbane on Christmas morning, 25th of Dec 2007."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i668ZG1ZI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/EWLUz-bzq_8/s1600-h/Picture+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154575295332144530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i668ZG1ZI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/EWLUz-bzq_8/s320/Picture+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i66sZG1YI/AAAAAAAAAZI/xw_GY2LZfrE/s1600-h/Picture+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154575291037177218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i66sZG1YI/AAAAAAAAAZI/xw_GY2LZfrE/s320/Picture+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest and I, with xiaohei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i67MZG1aI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Y7WM6QqbnZc/s1600-h/Picture+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154575299627111842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i67MZG1aI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Y7WM6QqbnZc/s320/Picture+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i67cZG1bI/AAAAAAAAAZg/YNiq4DeO_X8/s1600-h/Picture+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154575303922079154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i67cZG1bI/AAAAAAAAAZg/YNiq4DeO_X8/s320/Picture+158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He taking a pic of me while I was missing my sis babe, &lt;strong&gt;Nic&lt;/strong&gt; (while looking at her pics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i5wcZG1XI/AAAAAAAAAZA/1TkcOg4dU8Y/s1600-h/Picture+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154574015431890290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i5wcZG1XI/AAAAAAAAAZA/1TkcOg4dU8Y/s320/Picture+161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i5wMZG1WI/AAAAAAAAAY4/CLwSxeREf98/s1600-h/Picture+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154574011136922978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i5wMZG1WI/AAAAAAAAAY4/CLwSxeREf98/s320/Picture+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, this is his favourite pic of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i5vsZG1UI/AAAAAAAAAYo/TnXAHXO51_w/s1600-h/Picture+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154574002546988354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i5vsZG1UI/AAAAAAAAAYo/TnXAHXO51_w/s320/Picture+149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i5v8ZG1VI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Roj1ua3TKKA/s1600-h/Picture+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154574006841955666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i5v8ZG1VI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Roj1ua3TKKA/s320/Picture+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my boy lurves Nando's! so much that he'd eat the fake one alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i4wMZG1OI/AAAAAAAAAX4/nzfR6wOrKRE/s1600-h/Picture+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154572911625295074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i4wMZG1OI/AAAAAAAAAX4/nzfR6wOrKRE/s320/Picture+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i4wcZG1PI/AAAAAAAAAYA/-ApE0g0O5KY/s1600-h/Picture+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154572915920262386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i4wcZG1PI/AAAAAAAAAYA/-ApE0g0O5KY/s320/Picture+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went goo-goo-gah-gah over my own bf wearing a business suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i4xMZG1QI/AAAAAAAAAYI/r_P9KnN_llE/s1600-h/Picture+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154572928805164290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i4xMZG1QI/AAAAAAAAAYI/r_P9KnN_llE/s320/Picture+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i4xsZG1RI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/YVXwrB3mMDY/s1600-h/Picture+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154572937395098898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i4xsZG1RI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/YVXwrB3mMDY/s320/Picture+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look like some kind of paparazzi hey? Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i4x8ZG1SI/AAAAAAAAAYY/93vGieYE1z0/s1600-h/Picture+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154572941690066210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i4x8ZG1SI/AAAAAAAAAYY/93vGieYE1z0/s320/Picture+169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i5vMZG1TI/AAAAAAAAAYg/BinoAk4nNUk/s1600-h/Picture+164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154573993957053746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i5vMZG1TI/AAAAAAAAAYg/BinoAk4nNUk/s320/Picture+164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now the bf visits my house in Newcomen st, Indooroopilly... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i3iMZG1KI/AAAAAAAAAXY/NLCtguYtKJM/s1600-h/Picture+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154571571595498658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i3iMZG1KI/AAAAAAAAAXY/NLCtguYtKJM/s320/Picture+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i3j8ZG1LI/AAAAAAAAAXg/lgTD7Eyxju4/s1600-h/Picture+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154571601660269746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i3j8ZG1LI/AAAAAAAAAXg/lgTD7Eyxju4/s320/Picture+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i3k8ZG1MI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jwrbQA1ZuqA/s1600-h/Picture+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154571618840138946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i3k8ZG1MI/AAAAAAAAAXo/jwrbQA1ZuqA/s320/Picture+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i3l8ZG1NI/AAAAAAAAAXw/jPQ7zUAM1ww/s1600-h/Picture+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154571636020008146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i3l8ZG1NI/AAAAAAAAAXw/jPQ7zUAM1ww/s320/Picture+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posers we are~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i1JsZG1DI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Q9_ovktDgTo/s1600-h/Picture+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154568951665447986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i1JsZG1DI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Q9_ovktDgTo/s320/Picture+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i1KMZG1EI/AAAAAAAAAWs/l_EPVJnXvWY/s1600-h/Picture+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154568960255382594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i1KMZG1EI/AAAAAAAAAWs/l_EPVJnXvWY/s320/Picture+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you dear although you may be such a devil sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i1K8ZG1FI/AAAAAAAAAW0/r4k5xyvbJiI/s1600-h/Picture+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154568973140284498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i1K8ZG1FI/AAAAAAAAAW0/r4k5xyvbJiI/s320/Picture+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i1LMZG1GI/AAAAAAAAAW8/zvU77gAauvY/s1600-h/Picture+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154568977435251810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i1LMZG1GI/AAAAAAAAAW8/zvU77gAauvY/s320/Picture+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments I'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i1LsZG1HI/AAAAAAAAAXE/aDJjmUJ55AE/s1600-h/Picture+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154568986025186418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i1LsZG1HI/AAAAAAAAAXE/aDJjmUJ55AE/s320/Picture+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i3hsZG1JI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/05iYnInYXmE/s1600-h/Picture+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154571563005564050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i3hsZG1JI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/05iYnInYXmE/s320/Picture+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With you beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i0B8ZG1AI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ZgWI3tQv-z4/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154567719009833986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i0B8ZG1AI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ZgWI3tQv-z4/s320/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i0CcZG1BI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Q651mhhlZ5M/s1600-h/Picture+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154567727599768594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i0CcZG1BI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Q651mhhlZ5M/s320/Picture+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i0CsZG1CI/AAAAAAAAAWc/9VlcddXhNLY/s1600-h/Picture+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154567731894735906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i0CsZG1CI/AAAAAAAAAWc/9VlcddXhNLY/s320/Picture+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i0BMZG0-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/XKGYSTDcX-Y/s1600-h/Photo+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154567706124932066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4i0BMZG0-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/XKGYSTDcX-Y/s320/Photo+22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Darling and Wilson~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4iyxcZG05I/AAAAAAAAAVU/rH_pVtEo_tc/s1600-h/Photo+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154566336030364562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4iyxcZG05I/AAAAAAAAAVU/rH_pVtEo_tc/s320/Photo+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4iyxsZG06I/AAAAAAAAAVc/oRTSD_W2L1Q/s1600-h/Photo+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154566340325331874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4iyxsZG06I/AAAAAAAAAVc/oRTSD_W2L1Q/s320/Photo+15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing around with the Macbook we saw in the City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4iyxsZG07I/AAAAAAAAAVk/iUAkzi3WGnQ/s1600-h/Photo+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154566340325331890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4iyxsZG07I/AAAAAAAAAVk/iUAkzi3WGnQ/s320/Photo+16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4iyx8ZG08I/AAAAAAAAAVs/Pt9Yq-coQqM/s1600-h/Photo+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154566344620299202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4iyx8ZG08I/AAAAAAAAAVs/Pt9Yq-coQqM/s320/Photo+20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't everything look so magically true? I love your smile here dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4ix7MZG01I/AAAAAAAAAU0/Gngz_aPncP8/s1600-h/Photo+27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154565404022461266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4ix7MZG01I/AAAAAAAAAU0/Gngz_aPncP8/s320/Photo+27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4ix7MZG00I/AAAAAAAAAUs/iniXXJfU6mA/s1600-h/Photo+26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154565404022461250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4ix7MZG00I/AAAAAAAAAUs/iniXXJfU6mA/s320/Photo+26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear, I'll love to go to Paris with you one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4ix7cZG03I/AAAAAAAAAVE/7yR8r_S2PCw/s1600-h/Photo+29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154565408317428594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4ix7cZG03I/AAAAAAAAAVE/7yR8r_S2PCw/s320/Photo+29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4ix7sZG04I/AAAAAAAAAVM/n-NhArDO8rg/s1600-h/Photo+30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154565412612395906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4ix7sZG04I/AAAAAAAAAVM/n-NhArDO8rg/s320/Photo+30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to see waterfalls and the eiffel tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4ix7MZG02I/AAAAAAAAAU8/2xjH-3mvjlQ/s1600-h/Photo+28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154565404022461282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4ix7MZG02I/AAAAAAAAAU8/2xjH-3mvjlQ/s320/Photo+28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4ixYMZG0wI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ieHXiHK9Ft4/s1600-h/Photo+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154564802727039746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4ixYMZG0wI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ieHXiHK9Ft4/s320/Photo+12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll love to go underwaters with you &amp;amp; not forgetting... with your dream career in the air too. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4ixX8ZG0vI/AAAAAAAAAUE/-puT_EiKCAI/s1600-h/Photo+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154564798432072434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4ixX8ZG0vI/AAAAAAAAAUE/-puT_EiKCAI/s320/Photo+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4ixYsZG0zI/AAAAAAAAAUk/XwtuykmPXQo/s1600-h/Photo+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154564811316974386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4ixYsZG0zI/AAAAAAAAAUk/XwtuykmPXQo/s320/Photo+19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A runaway getaway holiday would be good for us two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4ixYcZG0xI/AAAAAAAAAUU/R1Yi1LWmNnk/s1600-h/Photo+18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154564807022007058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4ixYcZG0xI/AAAAAAAAAUU/R1Yi1LWmNnk/s320/Photo+18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4ixYcZG0yI/AAAAAAAAAUc/bpjBS1vPyu0/s1600-h/Photo+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154564807022007074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4ixYcZG0yI/AAAAAAAAAUc/bpjBS1vPyu0/s320/Photo+17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Darling, thanks for being a part of my life. Thank you for loving me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In my Shiseido uniform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4itRMZG0gI/AAAAAAAAASM/mH3PMz4-zyg/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154560284421444098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4itRMZG0gI/AAAAAAAAASM/mH3PMz4-zyg/s320/Picture+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sis babe &amp;amp; Pimpz daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4itRcZG0hI/AAAAAAAAASU/fku0WDlouNY/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154560288716411410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4itRcZG0hI/AAAAAAAAASU/fku0WDlouNY/s320/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Keep duckie duckie with you forever for it'd remind you of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4itRsZG0iI/AAAAAAAAASc/F64flAFWNsE/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154560293011378722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4itRsZG0iI/AAAAAAAAASc/F64flAFWNsE/s320/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4itSMZG0jI/AAAAAAAAASk/PQ94p_vA5Ew/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154560301601313330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4itSMZG0jI/AAAAAAAAASk/PQ94p_vA5Ew/s320/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we're all together. The 4 of Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4itScZG0kI/AAAAAAAAASs/3KaYpdwkADI/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154560305896280642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4itScZG0kI/AAAAAAAAASs/3KaYpdwkADI/s320/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 people from the same hometown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154562440495026818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4ivOsZG0oI/AAAAAAAAATM/7XmNh-fmb8k/s320/Picture+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At my workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4ivN8ZG0lI/AAAAAAAAAS0/OhEuLBESvg8/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154562427610124882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4ivN8ZG0lI/AAAAAAAAAS0/OhEuLBESvg8/s320/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Myer Indooroopilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4ivOMZG0mI/AAAAAAAAAS8/n_aItxrCT4E/s1600-h/Picture+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154562431905092194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4ivOMZG0mI/AAAAAAAAAS8/n_aItxrCT4E/s320/Picture+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 2 Buggers (Gay-style)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4ivOcZG0nI/AAAAAAAAATE/9PnKVSff4Os/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154562436200059506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4ivOcZG0nI/AAAAAAAAATE/9PnKVSff4Os/s320/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dearest was very fascinated by this poster. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154562444789994130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4ivO8ZG0pI/AAAAAAAAATU/CU3CRAaBxFY/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our first golf game together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154563853539267234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4iwg8ZG0qI/AAAAAAAAATc/zP9wQoqyWzA/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154563857834234546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4iwhMZG0rI/AAAAAAAAATk/foXGQ8OBShA/s320/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But not our last.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Darling, times spent with you was nonetheless just 6 days in Brisbane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;However, those were the days I cherished the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People say, distance matters but distance seems to bring us closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've come to love you dearly as days goes by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope you feel the same way too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Flying back to your arms... in 9 days time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wait for me ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-4268726445423673853?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/4268726445423673853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=4268726445423673853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/4268726445423673853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/4268726445423673853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2008/01/me-my-dearest-and-i.html' title='Me, My dearest and I.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R4iyx8ZG09I/AAAAAAAAAV0/evQsvBiTRFw/s72-c/Photo+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-6005331038169671214</id><published>2007-12-19T00:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:02:48.082+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My life during pre-xmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My life during pre-xmas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little outing with the graduates of 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2fpNcZG0RI/AAAAAAAAAQU/NLjqkWstMhM/s1600-h/IMG_1175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145337516463149330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2fpNcZG0RI/AAAAAAAAAQU/NLjqkWstMhM/s320/IMG_1175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beef porridge for my 2 lil darlings at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2fpN8ZG0SI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Wcpwp-8DsgM/s1600-h/IMG_1171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145337525053083938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2fpN8ZG0SI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Wcpwp-8DsgM/s320/IMG_1171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Craze in the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2fpN8ZG0TI/AAAAAAAAAQk/4DnaWo2F8kA/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145337525053083954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2fpN8ZG0TI/AAAAAAAAAQk/4DnaWo2F8kA/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our last night spent in Leslie kor's old bedroom at Dumbarton House.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My new body butter - limited edition Rich Plum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2fpOMZG0UI/AAAAAAAAAQs/9hudM_t1pPU/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145337529348051266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2fpOMZG0UI/AAAAAAAAAQs/9hudM_t1pPU/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My treasure... including the person in the wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2fpOcZG0VI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/3p2Etp2Q8Y8/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145337533643018578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2fpOcZG0VI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/3p2Etp2Q8Y8/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A lovely gift from my darling Jess. Strawberry Macademia chocolates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2fql8ZG0WI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/RS7jA6hdTqM/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145339036881572194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2fql8ZG0WI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/RS7jA6hdTqM/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Having fun in Leslie kor's old bed in his old bedroom. Haha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jess sticking her tongue out at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2fqmcZG0XI/AAAAAAAAARE/ottsjba2CaI/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145339045471506802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2fqmcZG0XI/AAAAAAAAARE/ottsjba2CaI/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now that's sweet revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2fqmsZG0YI/AAAAAAAAARM/psqVVhzoOb8/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145339049766474114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2fqmsZG0YI/AAAAAAAAARM/psqVVhzoOb8/s320/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OKAY. we're all good now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2fqm8ZG0ZI/AAAAAAAAARU/kvLMLb1Y__w/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145339054061441426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2fqm8ZG0ZI/AAAAAAAAARU/kvLMLb1Y__w/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our babies have made out &amp;amp; we have made up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2fqm8ZG0aI/AAAAAAAAARc/Vi3xlv848w0/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145339054061441442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2fqm8ZG0aI/AAAAAAAAARc/Vi3xlv848w0/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The mischievous is asleep, finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145339925939802546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2frZsZG0bI/AAAAAAAAARk/H8roi6zJd_w/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The next morning...before I leave to work &amp;amp; before their flight back to Spore...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jess &amp;amp; Me with Xiaohei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2frZ8ZG0cI/AAAAAAAAARs/nWFZHAeL1jE/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145339930234769858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2frZ8ZG0cI/AAAAAAAAARs/nWFZHAeL1jE/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Papa Josh &amp;amp; Me with Xiaohei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2fraMZG0dI/AAAAAAAAAR0/WV4G75j9_EU/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145339934529737170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2fraMZG0dI/AAAAAAAAAR0/WV4G75j9_EU/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks for the memories &amp;amp; Happy graduation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2fracZG0eI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Zn2f-n4vJz8/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145339938824704482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2fracZG0eI/AAAAAAAAAR8/Zn2f-n4vJz8/s320/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Same for you too my darling babeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2fracZG0fI/AAAAAAAAASE/avONmSmvgQ8/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145339938824704498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2fracZG0fI/AAAAAAAAASE/avONmSmvgQ8/s320/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, what else is missing from my life as Christmas &lt;strong&gt;approaches&lt;/strong&gt;...?&lt;/em&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/17367724-6005331038169671214?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/6005331038169671214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=6005331038169671214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/6005331038169671214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/6005331038169671214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-life-during-pre-xmas.html' title='My life during pre-xmas...'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R2fpNcZG0RI/AAAAAAAAAQU/NLjqkWstMhM/s72-c/IMG_1175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-492782770574391150</id><published>2007-12-12T00:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:02:48.794+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 1 month's anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Our 1 month's anniversary 11.12.07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1 month's anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It seems like it's been longer than that. Although distant, but still, it feels like we're physically together. Guess it's our love that bonded us so closely together that it doesn't really matter where we are at all. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling was so sweet! I was playing poker at Josh &amp;amp; Wilson's place with the whole gang and slightly before 12am, he called to surprise me with well wishes of "&lt;em&gt;Happy 1 month's baby&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;I love you&lt;/em&gt;." Awwww... could you find anyone as thoughtful and sweet as that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, he really surprises me off-guard &amp;amp; I can proudly say, he's outsmarted me in alot of ways. Probably this time, I've met my match! Hee~ I guess that's what keeps our relationship going with full of life and zest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poster pic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R16jETYo43I/AAAAAAAAAPs/PRISoEX3FUE/s1600-h/IMG_113536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142727118822105970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R16jETYo43I/AAAAAAAAAPs/PRISoEX3FUE/s320/IMG_113536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; In a vest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R16jETYo44I/AAAAAAAAAP0/bfdd-T7zTWY/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142727118822105986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R16jETYo44I/AAAAAAAAAP0/bfdd-T7zTWY/s320/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Inspiration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R16jEjYo45I/AAAAAAAAAP8/dhsR16uJHqU/s1600-h/Photo0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142727123117073298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R16jEjYo45I/AAAAAAAAAP8/dhsR16uJHqU/s320/Photo0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; His new shirt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R16jFDYo46I/AAAAAAAAAQE/dz6TXHX2IxE/s1600-h/DSC_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142727131707007906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R16jFDYo46I/AAAAAAAAAQE/dz6TXHX2IxE/s320/DSC_0104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; His brown eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R16jFzYo47I/AAAAAAAAAQM/qzY8YzwJogo/s1600-h/DSC_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142727144591909810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R16jFzYo47I/AAAAAAAAAQM/qzY8YzwJogo/s320/DSC_0119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;adore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; him... so so much. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; darling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thank you for lighting up my life &amp;amp; filling my heart with lots of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-492782770574391150?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/492782770574391150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=492782770574391150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/492782770574391150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/492782770574391150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2007/12/our-1-months-anniversary.html' title='Our 1 month&apos;s anniversary'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R16jETYo43I/AAAAAAAAAPs/PRISoEX3FUE/s72-c/IMG_113536.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-2538016305344386197</id><published>2007-12-04T01:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:02:49.176+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations &amp; Celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Congratulations &amp;amp; Celebrations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R1QsYzYo40I/AAAAAAAAAPU/v6lyA7qcTIk/s1600-R/MNJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139781879358612290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R1QsYzYo40I/AAAAAAAAAPU/QwDlvilr5kQ/s320/MNJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Will miss you Jess Jess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R1QsZjYo41I/AAAAAAAAAPc/BHE8DBzH2ec/s1600-R/Dumbarton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139781892243514194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R1QsZjYo41I/AAAAAAAAAPc/eRu-f1yB6xU/s320/Dumbarton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Will miss you Ben, Josh &amp;amp; Leslie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R1QsZzYo42I/AAAAAAAAAPk/VvBVVkSzIV4/s1600-R/Durham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139781896538481506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R1QsZzYo42I/AAAAAAAAAPk/BQP4xl96Rj0/s320/Durham.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Will miss you Lena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congrats to the Graduants 2007.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll definitely be missing you all.&lt;br /&gt;More collages coming up... Now abit tired la.&lt;br /&gt;Wait awhile oK? Abit Lazy now. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-2538016305344386197?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/2538016305344386197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=2538016305344386197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/2538016305344386197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/2538016305344386197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2007/12/congratulations-celebrations.html' title='Congratulations &amp; Celebrations'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R1QsYzYo40I/AAAAAAAAAPU/QwDlvilr5kQ/s72-c/MNJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-164286784063085724</id><published>2007-12-01T02:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T04:05:55.666+10:00</updated><title type='text'>How many times How many lies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many times How many lies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important and closest person to me lied to me time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;We made a pact to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;truthful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to each other at all times and in any circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were supposed to walk hand in hand through this test of ordeal together?&lt;br /&gt;I've been through too much shit to be calm enough to blog this out in my bourbon-coke stupor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;strong&gt;25th of October&lt;/strong&gt;, the day of the accident you met with Xiaohei, The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you lied to me about the bumper that actually dropped when you met with the accident and you claimed you just banged the wall, I forgave you. Despite the fact that I had to find out about the bumper being supported by duct-tape &lt;strong&gt;on my own&lt;/strong&gt; and confront you then you admitted &lt;strong&gt;part of the truth to me. &lt;/strong&gt;You and our other housemate and your boyfriend still collaborated to lie against me regarding the car's actual &lt;strong&gt;serious&lt;/strong&gt; condition and regardless of the fact that I still had to stress about my exams on the way and all. I still tried to cover up for you infront of friends and as well for your sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I was very upset and disappointed, I still kept my calm and tried comforting you to say that everything is okay. That pretty much proves that I am &lt;strong&gt;able&lt;/strong&gt; to take it calmly even though you know how much I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; Xiaohei. That does not give you any more "reason at that point in time" to lie to me even more right? Who is being dishonest here now? It is no excuse to say that I love my car so much and therefore, you keep such serious and inevitable issues from me. The consequences? I find out not from YOU, but from the Brisbane City Council?&lt;br /&gt;All that you did are getting out of hand and it is ambiguous to me, whether you still treat me as your &lt;strong&gt;bestie&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;girlfriend, or should I say &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; Or how about some consolation that I'm your &lt;strong&gt;Housemate&lt;/strong&gt; at least?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;second time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I &lt;u&gt;compromised&lt;/u&gt; (even though I had every right to demand full compensation) on going for a cheaper option for the car repair costs so as to save you some money. But you abused that and now it seems that certain parts of it are not perfect and I have no choice but to tell you that, I have to put Xiaohei back to its &lt;strong&gt;original state&lt;/strong&gt;. Not by choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;third time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is when I received a shocking and disturbing insurance letter from Brisbane City Council claiming damages from my car regarding an accident that happened on the same day you drove it. I still thought it was some error! I chose to believe it wasn't you!&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TRUSTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you and so stupidly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHOSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to believe that you hit my car against the wall as you always firmly claimed. A story you painted so perfectly for me to hear. Not only to me, but to our friends as well. When I called you to question and ask you for the truth, you denied. The second time Wilson questioned you, you denied again, firmly insisting that you did not engage in an accident with another vehicle. The third time, I had to find out from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that you actually drove past the give way sign and hit a BUS!? And you actually told them its because you know I love my car so much that's why you didn't tell me the truth? Do you realise that if you know I love my car, you &lt;strong&gt;should tell me the whole truth so I can restore my car back to new without going through "surprises" that you hid from me?&lt;/strong&gt; Everyday I'm shocked and surprised with new lies that you kept from me that fortunately led me to finding out about more and more of the uncovered truth about this whole car accident. Do you know how serious the consequences are? SERIOUSLY are you out of your mind? You still can tell me, you still had your reasons? Please &lt;strong&gt;wake up&lt;/strong&gt;. This time, I cannot just forgive you just like this. You know how much shit I went through because you "felt that you had your reasons at that time"? Because of your actions, I got fucked by my parents and was accused of being in an accident without telling them, and they even demanded an explanation, asking if I am lying to them? This whole thing wasn't even my fault to begin with. Yes, It's my deepest regret to have let you drive my car alone considering you just passed your license AND that you still lack alot of driving experience. YET, I still chose to TRUST your words. So I'm taking all the shit now huh. Right. Put that aside, not only you didnt call me to explain to me, you had no sense of urgency to even want to find out more from me, how I feel or even apologise to me personally on the phone. Instead, you went behind my back and tried to manipulate my dad, knowing he's a softie at heart, asking him to help you by using &lt;strong&gt;my insurance&lt;/strong&gt; to cover for the damages and costs you incurred to the BUS you knocked? Now my mum is taking the rap for you, do you know? So now you can pay the cheaper way out and &lt;strong&gt;WE &lt;/strong&gt;suffer the insurance liabilities later on. Do you know that sometimes, life isn't just a piece of cake? Instead of &lt;strong&gt;showing me&lt;/strong&gt; how apologetic and repentful you are, you even asked my dad for help in claiming against MY insurance. I can't believe itttttttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum the previous paragraph up, you lied to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, you lied to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and you lied to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;our friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Not even including &lt;strong&gt;your parents&lt;/strong&gt; yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Let me tell you the &lt;strong&gt;outcome&lt;/strong&gt; of your actions:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Because you didnt wanna pay the excess AUD$1000+ for the damages you caused to the bus, my dad is using my mum's name to cover your ass. So now, you only need to pay me AUD$350/-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) This is the chance you used up for my mum. Because she has a clean record, she is allowed one chance to be let off on the increase in our insurance premium, the next time IF we get into an accident, our premium would soar sky high. No more second chance for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) I got fucked everyday for causing so much problems to my parents and all the friends around me who helped fetched me here and there due to the loss of use of my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) I had to lose one day's pay of work because I had to settle the car insurance thing as it came as a shock to me and on top of that, you LIED to me and that was why I had to take the day off and investigate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) I am going through depression, loss of sleep and everyone here is pissed as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) Lastly, I still have to send in my car again for another further repair of the imperfect outcomes of the car which will &lt;strong&gt;cost you&lt;/strong&gt; another bomb. And trouble my friends &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think money can settle everything (which you can), the problem here is that, you not only tried to seek cheaper options through despicable means (by claiming against insurance and using my mum's name and ONLY chance of being let off the first time in an accident in future), you created a black mark for us in our record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's all good for you right. Just pay up AUD$350 and I have been and ALWAYS will be suffering the rest of the damages you left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sms-ed apology was not even a &lt;strong&gt;sincere apology&lt;/strong&gt; when you included the &lt;em&gt;'BUT you had your reasons etc and you are more than that"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you realise the deep shit I'm going through and the amount of stress and trouble you caused to me, my parents and our friends. &lt;strong&gt;One thing ALWAYS leads to another.&lt;/strong&gt; And I believe you're smart enough to know that. Sometimes it's not about what you think is right at that point in time, BUT its the character in you and HOW responsible you are AND if you could be smart enough to think of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CONSEQUENCES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; occuring to the people around you when all you need to do is just wait for our updates. Even for a movie to be successful, behind the scenes are always alot of people supporting and putting in hell alot of effort in orderfor it to be successful. It's not just about &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; this time. It involves the whole world now. And you said, you're the world. Now the World is against you. Believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help myself and I have helped you to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;maximum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of my abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I hope you can sleep on your pillow and think about it &lt;strong&gt;very very&lt;/strong&gt; carefully.&lt;br /&gt;You need to re-assess your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;behaviour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;actions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;verbal language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, it's your character.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you need to lose your pride &amp;amp; remember in life, you are not always &lt;strong&gt;right&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If you think im unreasonable in saying all this, I think you really need some &lt;strong&gt;self-reflection.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing left to say unless you do, cos' I have not received any phone call from you.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about worried-ness and sense of urgency? I &lt;strong&gt;don't see it now when its about YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side you also &lt;strong&gt;wrong&lt;/strong&gt;, don't side you also &lt;strong&gt;wrong&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You tell me what to do now?&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a total loss and dilemma now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torn between &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; and my &lt;strong&gt;moral values&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tough&lt;/u&gt; choice isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seriously &lt;strong&gt;don't know&lt;/strong&gt; what you've been putting me through (and &lt;u&gt;adding&lt;/u&gt; onto it &lt;strong&gt;did not help AT ALL)&lt;/strong&gt; because no words would be able to articulate my thoughts, feelings &amp;amp; the mental trauma that I'm experiencing right now &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; for the rest of my holidays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Utterly disappointed in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;person I loved &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;other than my boyfriend whom I love so dearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-164286784063085724?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/164286784063085724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=164286784063085724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/164286784063085724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/164286784063085724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-many-times-how-many-lies.html' title='How many times How many lies.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-564901516208791564</id><published>2007-11-26T01:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:02:54.972+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I love him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yes, He's the One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136798739107164946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mTPL8oMxI/AAAAAAAAALM/6ey6swMXABk/s320/I+love+him.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love my bestie gf &amp;amp; my lovely babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mU8b8oMyI/AAAAAAAAALU/hAMiY2fveRc/s1600-h/lovelovelove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136800616007873314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mU8b8oMyI/AAAAAAAAALU/hAMiY2fveRc/s320/lovelovelove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moments I'll always cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mU878oMzI/AAAAAAAAALc/f6AJaPDJmSY/s1600-h/mel+%26+nic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136800624597807922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mU878oMzI/AAAAAAAAALc/f6AJaPDJmSY/s320/mel+%26+nic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Memories I'll always treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mU9b8oM0I/AAAAAAAAALk/m2oM_W2QrgA/s1600-h/reunited1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136800633187742530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mU9b8oM0I/AAAAAAAAALk/m2oM_W2QrgA/s320/reunited1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Miss my Laopo &amp;amp; my Phua JoJo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mU_b8oM1I/AAAAAAAAALs/IAcA1nESyks/s1600-h/Melbourne+Trip+-+3.7.2006+to+9.7.2006+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136800667547480914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mU_b8oM1I/AAAAAAAAALs/IAcA1nESyks/s320/Melbourne+Trip+-+3.7.2006+to+9.7.2006+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Love my two daddies so dearly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mVAb8oM2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Vcfw4knxM48/s1600-h/Melbourne+Trip+-+3.7.2006+to+9.7.2006+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136800684727350114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mVAb8oM2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Vcfw4knxM48/s320/Melbourne+Trip+-+3.7.2006+to+9.7.2006+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;My Babe's Man &amp;amp; Mine. Brothers they are too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136802325404857202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mWf78oM3I/AAAAAAAAAL8/NPVYptrHI_4/s320/Photo+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Some pics from our Sunshine coast Roadtrip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our wonderful sun hats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136806027666666370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mZ3b8oM4I/AAAAAAAAAME/bfhhgVChqCA/s320/IMG_1091.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Macademia Factory's lousy signboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mZ378oM5I/AAAAAAAAAMM/5VKWZQbgFtk/s1600-h/IMG_1088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136806036256600978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mZ378oM5I/AAAAAAAAAMM/5VKWZQbgFtk/s320/IMG_1088.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Ginger factory's cute signboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mZ4L8oM6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/h4Pd4hUCjms/s1600-h/IMG_1093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136806040551568290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mZ4L8oM6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/h4Pd4hUCjms/s320/IMG_1093.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; babe too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mZ478oM7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/sa7l1Kte4Xg/s1600-h/IMG_1095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136806053436470194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mZ478oM7I/AAAAAAAAAMc/sa7l1Kte4Xg/s320/IMG_1095.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the joyful one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mZ5L8oM8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/Qk-1cpkGZXM/s1600-h/IMG_1097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136806057731437506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mZ5L8oM8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/Qk-1cpkGZXM/s320/IMG_1097.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mav78oM9I/AAAAAAAAAMs/TeWbzQi0Oec/s1600-h/IMG_1099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136806998329275346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mav78oM9I/AAAAAAAAAMs/TeWbzQi0Oec/s320/IMG_1099.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our 2nd ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mawb8oM-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/zguI3Ar47A4/s1600-h/IMG_1100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136807006919209954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mawb8oM-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/zguI3Ar47A4/s320/IMG_1100.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Their cheap thrill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I drove them around exactly like u see it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0maw78oM_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/OJ3pgPMIvsM/s1600-h/IMG_1103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136807015509144562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0maw78oM_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/OJ3pgPMIvsM/s320/IMG_1103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good advertisement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0maxL8oNAI/AAAAAAAAANE/2gjBMsh3sQs/s1600-h/IMG_1105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136807019804111874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0maxL8oNAI/AAAAAAAAANE/2gjBMsh3sQs/s320/IMG_1105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~Papa Josh's 23rd Birthday~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He's my fei papa josh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mcbb8oNBI/AAAAAAAAANM/1sWE_PFn73I/s1600-h/CIMG5101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136808845165212690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mcbb8oNBI/AAAAAAAAANM/1sWE_PFn73I/s320/CIMG5101.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love him so. Lumpy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mccL8oNCI/AAAAAAAAANU/IlQPAYZdH98/s1600-h/IMG_7882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136808858050114594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mccL8oNCI/AAAAAAAAANU/IlQPAYZdH98/s320/IMG_7882.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Housemates of Kenmore @ Dumbarton 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mccb8oNDI/AAAAAAAAANc/Yc60G3q3_oQ/s1600-h/IMG_7854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136808862345081906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mccb8oNDI/AAAAAAAAANc/Yc60G3q3_oQ/s320/IMG_7854.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Greeeeedy Wilson again. As usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mcc78oNEI/AAAAAAAAANk/1gJanAspT4o/s1600-h/CIMG5037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136808870935016514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mcc78oNEI/AAAAAAAAANk/1gJanAspT4o/s320/CIMG5037.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Babes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mcdr8oNFI/AAAAAAAAANs/ufGqpvMepQI/s1600-h/CIMG5080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136808883819918418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mcdr8oNFI/AAAAAAAAANs/ufGqpvMepQI/s320/CIMG5080.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The housemates' BIG poker present for Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mdWL8oNGI/AAAAAAAAAN0/tw7ahugVKUQ/s1600-h/CIMG5095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136809854482527330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mdWL8oNGI/AAAAAAAAAN0/tw7ahugVKUQ/s320/CIMG5095.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Housemates' love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mdWr8oNHI/AAAAAAAAAN8/4f1YJeH1LeI/s1600-h/CIMG5112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136809863072461938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mdWr8oNHI/AAAAAAAAAN8/4f1YJeH1LeI/s320/CIMG5112.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mdX78oNII/AAAAAAAAAOE/vK92L9KDkDg/s1600-h/CIMG5113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136809884547298434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mdX78oNII/AAAAAAAAAOE/vK92L9KDkDg/s320/CIMG5113.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mdY78oNJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/zaznm-4iVyY/s1600-h/CIMG5114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136809901727167634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mdY78oNJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/zaznm-4iVyY/s320/CIMG5114.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Housemates of West moreton &amp;amp; Harvard 2005-2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mdZb8oNKI/AAAAAAAAAOU/yjFC9WW8Bls/s1600-h/IMG_7860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136809910317102242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mdZb8oNKI/AAAAAAAAAOU/yjFC9WW8Bls/s320/IMG_7860.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My sweetie pie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0meXr8oNLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/3wpI3xgoFXg/s1600-h/IMG_7855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136810979763958962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0meXr8oNLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/3wpI3xgoFXg/s320/IMG_7855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; My one &amp;amp; only girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0meYL8oNMI/AAAAAAAAAOk/aCEFVTiPilQ/s1600-h/CIMG5073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136810988353893570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0meYL8oNMI/AAAAAAAAAOk/aCEFVTiPilQ/s320/CIMG5073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Congrats Leslie for ur graduation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0meYb8oNNI/AAAAAAAAAOs/jCFcGzxN_WE/s1600-h/IMG_7863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136810992648860882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0meYb8oNNI/AAAAAAAAAOs/jCFcGzxN_WE/s320/IMG_7863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Awww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0meY78oNOI/AAAAAAAAAO0/80WC3fgJhLU/s1600-h/CIMG5079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136811001238795490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0meY78oNOI/AAAAAAAAAO0/80WC3fgJhLU/s320/CIMG5079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kailin-san, our bubbly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0meZr8oNPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/jLRUfnrmppk/s1600-h/CIMG5074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136811014123697394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0meZr8oNPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/jLRUfnrmppk/s320/CIMG5074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His softspot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0me878oNQI/AAAAAAAAAPE/8Lyvum-8eyc/s1600-h/CIMG5061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136811619714086146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0me878oNQI/AAAAAAAAAPE/8Lyvum-8eyc/s320/CIMG5061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Punishment&lt;/span&gt; for losing my present's decoration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Congratulations on your graduation this year papa josh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll all miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for your love &amp;amp; care all these &lt;strong&gt;three years&lt;/strong&gt; of my uni life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have made it very memorable for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you'll have the best time of your life &amp;amp; I wish you well in all your future endeavours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love you always - yours truly ~ daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0me9L8oNRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/uYI4u9kNhCo/s1600-h/IMG_7868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136811624009053458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0me9L8oNRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/uYI4u9kNhCo/s320/IMG_7868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's all for tonight Folks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-564901516208791564?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/564901516208791564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=564901516208791564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/564901516208791564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/564901516208791564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-love-him.html' title='I love him.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0mTPL8oMxI/AAAAAAAAALM/6ey6swMXABk/s72-c/I+love+him.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-2544482054939058909</id><published>2007-11-24T19:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:02:56.426+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly me home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fly me home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0fv478oMnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2dmvMyvb1Nw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136337661483037298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0fv478oMnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2dmvMyvb1Nw/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first commercial flight by the world’s largest passenger plane, the Airbus A380, will fulfill a rich man’s promise to his 91-year-old father and grant a college student’s birthday wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0fv7L8oMoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/KksyvEe_JV8/s1600-h/A380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136337700137742978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0fv7L8oMoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/KksyvEe_JV8/s320/A380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With its twin decks of seats, the aircraft can carry 555 people in separate seat classes, or 840 passengers in an "all economy class" configuration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0fv7r8oMpI/AAAAAAAAAKM/SwJUKdZbBJc/s1600-h/airbus-a380_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136337708727677586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0fv7r8oMpI/AAAAAAAAAKM/SwJUKdZbBJc/s320/airbus-a380_12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The aircraft is designed to incorporate amenities such as bars, lounges, beauty salons and duty-free shops, according to operators' specifications.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136337713022644898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0fv778oMqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZvtqW_EZwVM/s320/airbus2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;With its twin decks of seats, the aircraft can carry 555 people in separate seat classes, or 840 passengers in an "all economy class" configuration.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136337725907546802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0fv8r8oMrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/rM4nUnIKohQ/s320/flying-palace1_12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Beautiful isn't it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136338529066431170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0fwrb8oMsI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2jUhOdG_rRk/s320/380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The inside specifications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0fws78oMtI/AAAAAAAAAKs/jkVTzwsiZsA/s1600-h/514807945_441c4d141b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136338554836234962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0fws78oMtI/AAAAAAAAAKs/jkVTzwsiZsA/s320/514807945_441c4d141b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although the plane can carry 35% more passengers than a Boeing 747, it consumes 12% less fuel per seat, a rate of consumption comparable with that of an economical family car, manufacturer Airbus states.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136338559131202274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0fwtL8oMuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/0cCw6L02_Bo/s320/_40728825_airbus_a380416.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used in the upper fuselage, this aluminium/glass fibre composite offers better resistance to corrosion and impacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136338563426169586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0fwtb8oMvI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nlQFhhpCD24/s320/r132616_442711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The A380 features a full size bar on its upper deck&lt;br /&gt;The aircraft can be powered by either Rolls-Royce Trent 900 or Alliance GP7200 turbofan engines. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0fwtL8oMuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/0cCw6L02_Bo/s1600-h/_40728825_airbus_a380416.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136338580606038786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0fwub8oMwI/AAAAAAAAALE/RWLevdwCOBI/s320/airbus3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternatively, I still don't mind taking the usual SQ flight back home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-2544482054939058909?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/2544482054939058909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=2544482054939058909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/2544482054939058909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/2544482054939058909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2007/11/fly-me-home.html' title='Fly me home.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0fv478oMnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/2dmvMyvb1Nw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-2423410054811586655</id><published>2007-11-22T19:24:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:02:57.706+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that you kiss other girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So angry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired after work. Luckily for me, this weekend till Tuesday I don't have work. Gotta start saving money already, been spending money like water recently. &lt;strong&gt;Not good&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow would be going to the Gold coast for some shopping &amp;amp; probably pop by daddy's shop to choose an exquisite &lt;em&gt;swiss watch&lt;/em&gt; for my &lt;strong&gt;G&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;raduation present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking of a few ranges:&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag Heuer Formula 1 - Glamour diamonds (White) &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TAG Heuer Formula 1 Glamour Diamonds: bezel fully set with 120 diamonds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Movement: quartz&lt;br /&gt;Water resistance: 200 m.&lt;br /&gt;Scratch-resistant sapphire crystal.&lt;br /&gt;Case: polished steel / diameter 37 mm.&lt;br /&gt;Bezel: fixed set with 120 diamonds (0.75 carats). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dial: Luminescent hour and hand markers / Hand-applied indexes and numerals 3, 6, 9 and 12 / lacquer or mother-of-pearl depending on the model&lt;br /&gt;Crown: polished and screw-in with double seal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“TAG Heuer Easy Grip” system with large fluting&lt;br /&gt;Strap: strap in "nizza" (fabric woven from robust synthetic fibers), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rubber of satin/polished steel.&lt;br /&gt;Clasp: pin buckle or folding clasp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135594198349132290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0VLtr8oMgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/qY2eTmYevhs/s320/LdsFormula1a.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag Heuer Chronograph (White)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0VLt78oMhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/WQMuTqxXpNk/s1600-h/tag+chronograph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135594202644099602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0VLt78oMhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/WQMuTqxXpNk/s320/tag+chronograph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag Heuer Aquaracer (White)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The epitome of a sports watchThe Aquaracer concept is founded on providing the accuracy that all water sports demand. Based on the design and features of the timeless 2000 series, launched in 1982, TAG Heuer’s watchmakers and designers have created an original, prestigious sports watch that is water- resistant to 300 meters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Elegant mother-of-pearl dial set with diamonds. Date at 3 o’clock. Monochrome TAG Heuer logo. “AQUARACER - 300 meters” inscription.&lt;br /&gt;Diamond-set hands with polished facets and coated with a luminescent material to improve legibility and optimum brilliance.&lt;br /&gt;Polished steel bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;Double security clasp with solid steel folding blade.&lt;br /&gt;Extension system so that the watch can be worn over a wet suit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135594206939066914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0VLuL8oMiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_PdxCUWEW1A/s320/tag+aquaracer+white.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag Heuer Monaco (White) Limited Edition&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Glamorous, alluring and sensual, yet strong and passionately modern, the MONACO ABSOLUTE WHITE Limited Edition was created for the ultimate trend and fashion seeker. Sporting a gorgeous dial in classic white and a retro, 70s sportscar-chic bracelet in perforated white calfskin, this ultra-glamorous creation makes the strongest fashion statement of the season, and has become the most sought-after accessory from Hollywood to Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True to its Monaco-McQueen heritage, the MONACO ABSOLUTE WHITE possesses a mechanical automatic-winding chronograph movement; an elegant and nostalgic squared-off case; a classic white dial with hand-applied indexes, chronograph display with 3 counters, date; and water resistance of 30m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MONACO ABSOLUTE WHITE is a limited edition only animation, and is available at your local retailers while supplies last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135596998667809362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0VOQr8oMlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/3usC4OpzDcg/s320/tag-heuer-monaco-absolute-white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jaeger-LeCoultre - Leather strap (Dark Blue)&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ideale. Curved volumes, a three-dimensional case, a crown enhanced with a precious stone. Ideale is the expression of a time in which gentleness merges with strength, refinement with determination, and elegance with self-assured style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Signature: Its four diamond-set shoulders catch the gaze. Wearer comfort: supple, ergonomic and perfectly curved, it is a perfect fit on even the daintiest wrists. Inner beauty: At its heart beats a mechanical manually-wound movement, Jaeger LeCoultre Calibre 846, or a quartz movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Movement: Quartz Jewels: seven Height: 1.60mm Case: White Gold 18 carats Water resistance: 30 meter Dial: mother of pearl Gem-setting: 1 sapphire &amp;amp; 24 diamonds 0.50 carats Strap or bracelet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135594206939066930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0VLuL8oMjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_hdP_uZlQRg/s320/f9c4477d527206045059226509547d3d_img_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jaeger-LeCoultre - steel (Silver) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135594211234034242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0VLub8oMkI/AAAAAAAAAJk/zsWNdL7f9o4/s320/Jaeger-LeCoultre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0VLuL8oMjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_hdP_uZlQRg/s1600-h/f9c4477d527206045059226509547d3d_img_6.jpg"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So... Which should I choose? They &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; look so good. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;However... there is still my &lt;strong&gt;all-time favourite&lt;/strong&gt;. Always.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Patek Phillipe 24&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135602444686340706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0VTNr8oMmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bDASYQPCFV8/s320/My+dream+watch+-+Patek+24+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;But this is wayyyyyyyyy out of budget for a Graduation present. So! I shall wait till I get married then I'll have a another special request from my dearest mummy &amp;amp; daddy. Hahahaha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-2423410054811586655?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/2423410054811586655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=2423410054811586655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/2423410054811586655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/2423410054811586655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-had-dream.html' title='I had a dream.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0VLtr8oMgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/qY2eTmYevhs/s72-c/LdsFormula1a.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-6306963847010284556</id><published>2007-11-20T16:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:02:58.536+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Home Alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both housemates have flew off now. One yesterday and another I just sent off today.&lt;br /&gt;Cried like a baby today.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this is the &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;last time&lt;/strong&gt; I'll be doing that for my bestie Gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heaves a deep sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;strong&gt;that close &lt;/strong&gt;to booking the next flight home at the airport. Not considering the fact that I also wanted to &lt;strong&gt;quit my job&lt;/strong&gt; and just fcuk everything else in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The two who flew back to SG today - My bestie GF &amp;amp; Kailin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0KKi78oMaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/b5RMqnrcbqk/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134818857967956386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0KKi78oMaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/b5RMqnrcbqk/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So gonna miss you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134819858695336434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0KLdL8oMfI/AAAAAAAAAI8/UkfAh_Ziz38/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So will he.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134818866557891010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0KKjb8oMcI/AAAAAAAAAIk/TDlQIah37rA/s320/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most of all, Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134818875147825618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0KKj78oMdI/AAAAAAAAAIs/REPjSrAW7fU/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For 2 months &amp;amp; a half...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134818875147825634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0KKj78oMeI/AAAAAAAAAI0/k_2l8aH5t2o/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's only the few lonesome souls left in Brisbane.&lt;br /&gt;Another three friends of mine are flying back this week, next week and the next next week.&lt;br /&gt;How about &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop ranting about how troubled and sick I'm getting of this place.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't need this job. The Shiseido Management is treating me like crap.&lt;br /&gt;Only Myer management treats me well. Probably that's part of the main reason &lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt; I'm reluctant to leave this job. Cos you see, I'm being paid half by Shiseido and half by Myer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still procrastinating on whether I should leave. I'm graduating next July anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cognitive dissonance is what I'm going through. What kind of dissonance am I going through?&lt;br /&gt;Probably &lt;strong&gt;postdecision dissonance&lt;/strong&gt; which means that I'm trying to look for supporting information that reinforces my decision of staying in Brisbane to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go homeeeeeeeeeeeee... I don't know how many million times I've said it already.&lt;br /&gt;Probably a hundred or even more.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes sore, damn tired, tomorrow still have to work and still gotta study for my special paper.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously... I'm just testing myself to see how far I can take this.&lt;br /&gt;However, because of my high characteristic level for uncertainty, you never know what might just happen. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone pack me in their luggage and bring me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; preeety pleaseee...?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-6306963847010284556?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/6306963847010284556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=6306963847010284556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/6306963847010284556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/6306963847010284556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2007/11/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/R0KKi78oMaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/b5RMqnrcbqk/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-7866828628799445342</id><published>2007-11-18T23:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T00:28:00.318+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Utimately depressed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ultimately depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words can describe the way I'm feeling right now. In a state of mental &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;confusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hear my prayers or did he leave me alone just like how the rest are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myer management gave me feedback today in regards to my leave back to Singapore. Apparently, the earliest I can fly is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30th of January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;resign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The reason why I'm staying in Brisbane for December is because of the xmas sales. The reason why they need me to stay for January as well is because of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gift-with-purchase sales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Hello people! I need to get HOME too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse thing is, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shiseido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will only let me know when my Shiseido training in February would be - to undergo training for 5 days and receive my certificate as a certified beauty consultant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does that leave me with? Last year, before I got this job, I had a whole 3 bloody damn months to be in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; have my fun. What happened to this year? Now all I'm pining for is not even a month but to spend the minimum of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15 days of Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in Singapore, or even more, hopefully. *with crossed fingers &amp;amp; toes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Klub Kandy, the last Asian dance party this year for Uni students.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the day that Johan flies back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the last day my bestie gf would be in Brisbane.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow would be the last time our house would be filled with noise &amp;amp; laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow shall be the day you see me &lt;strong&gt;Drunk &amp;amp; Disorderly&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;Probably after which, I'll be able to find out if I really would act the way I said I would&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Source: Facebook - Likeness application]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I dreamt of my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dearest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Today I dreamt of my dearest &lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt; my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bestie girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't even gone yet and I've already started to dream of her.&lt;br /&gt;What'd happen when she really flies off on Tuesday...&lt;br /&gt;Miss my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah mei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too. *screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread xmas. I gotta wrap xmas gifts everyday at work, making people happy, seeing everyone happily exchanging xmas gifts, telling me their pre-xmas plans &amp;amp; stories, couples holding hands, kissing under the mistletoe perhaps. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wanna go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to my dearest. What is xmas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;without&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; your loved one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at my wits end for &lt;strong&gt;once in my life&lt;/strong&gt;. Never had I felt so lost in direction before. Hope I didn't make the wrong choice of staying to satisfy my job obligations. If not for my passion for my job, things would have been much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would there be a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off with a sunken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pu Gong Ying De Yue Ding by Jay Chou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall master this song using my new piano keyboard during this holiday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-7866828628799445342?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/7866828628799445342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=7866828628799445342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/7866828628799445342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/7866828628799445342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2007/11/utimately-depressed.html' title='Utimately depressed.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-2130150830831465955</id><published>2007-11-16T23:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T00:00:49.033+10:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Xmas is You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All I want for Xmas is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 1st day of Xmas, all I wanted was this.&lt;br /&gt;A Tiffany &amp;amp; Co. Bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. something was still missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the 2nd day of Xmas, all I wanted was this.&lt;br /&gt;The white version of the Nokia 6288.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. something was still missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the 3rd day of Xmas, all I wanted was this.&lt;br /&gt;A Sony Vaio webcam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. something was still missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the 4th day of Xmas, all I wanted was this.&lt;br /&gt;Victoria's Love Spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. something was still missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the 5th day of Xmas, all I wanted was this.&lt;br /&gt;The Ipod Nano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. something was still missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the 6th day of Xmas, all I wanted was this.&lt;br /&gt;The Life-size forever friends bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. something was still missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the 7th day of Xmas, all I wanted was this.&lt;br /&gt;The Ms Dior Cherie perfume &amp;amp; moisturiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. something was still missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the 8th day of Xmas, all I wanted was this.&lt;br /&gt;The Estee Lauder Golden Gift box with complete make-up set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. something was still missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the 9th day of Xmas, all I wanted was this.&lt;br /&gt;A Nintendo DS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. something was still missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the 10th day of Xmas, all I wanted was this.&lt;br /&gt;The Hugo Boss women's perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. something was still missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the 11th day of Xmas, all I wanted was this.&lt;br /&gt;To have my own corporate suit wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. something was still missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the 12th day of Xmas, all I wanted was this.&lt;br /&gt;A ticket back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, all these didn't matter that much to me in time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I want for Christmas is you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes darling, that's you &amp;amp; only you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-2130150830831465955?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/2130150830831465955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=2130150830831465955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/2130150830831465955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/2130150830831465955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-i-want-for-xmas-is-you.html' title='All I want for Xmas is You.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-8844990676305381747</id><published>2007-11-15T18:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:02:59.928+10:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Reasons Why You Don't Wan't An iPhone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 Reasons Why You Don't Wan't An iPhone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132986255552295170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzwHzb8oMQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ypPCN6mcsRM/s320/iphone_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Network Speed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The iPhone isn't equipped for AT&amp;amp;T's fastest "third-generation" (or 3G) wireless data network. Instead, iPhone users are stuck on an older, slower network, which means Web pages will take longer to load. In theory, iPhone users can also hook up to a wi-fi connection, but that's a less useful feature than it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzwIzL8oMRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/CnMce_uOp2Q/s1600-h/iphone_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132987350768955666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzwIzL8oMRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/CnMce_uOp2Q/s320/iphone_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Battery Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;From all indications, the iPhone's battery--as with its iPod in-laws--is sealed inside the device. Problem is, playing songs, making phone calls and surfing the Web can all drain a battery fairly quickly. And it doesn't look as if Apple will let you swap in a spare one on the go. And when the battery finally runs out of charges, how do you replace it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzwIzb8oMSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0xR5sBsuZOY/s1600-h/iphone_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132987355063922978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzwIzb8oMSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0xR5sBsuZOY/s320/iphone_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Software&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CrackBerry addicts, beware: It looks as if you won't be able to access your corporate push e-mail system with iPhone's built-in software. The iPhone runs the Mac OS X operating system, so, in theory, writing powerful software should be easy for outsiders. But Apple has been cryptic so far as to whether it will open the iPhone to developers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzwIzb8oMTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/B1nire3VLw4/s1600-h/iphone_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132987355063922994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzwIzb8oMTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/B1nire3VLw4/s320/iphone_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Multi-Touch Screen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The iPhone's screen is arguably its most attractive feature. But will it really be good enough to be the phone's only navigation system? Will dialing and typing on a simulated keypad be easy enough to do without your undivided attention? In the rain? And how easily will it scratch?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzwIzb8oMUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OET9y6APcrc/s1600-h/iphone_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132987355063923010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzwIzb8oMUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OET9y6APcrc/s320/iphone_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contracts Galore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're way past the $500 start-up cost. AT&amp;amp;T's contract terms could be a big deal breaker. Will they require a minimum $40-per-month voice plan and a minimum $40-per-month, all-you-can-eat data plan? Before taxes, that adds up to more than $1,900 over two years. And AT&amp;amp;T won't be rewarding loyalty here--existing customers will get the same deal as new customers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, I won't be an ass-hole to just criticise the iPhone and not state it's pros as well.&lt;/p&gt;Apparently... there are many applications in the iPhone that you'd love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzwP2L8oMVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4LJK4vulff4/s1600-h/iphone_clk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132995098889957714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzwP2L8oMVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4LJK4vulff4/s320/iphone_clk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Independent developers have what they've always wanted from Apple: access to create software for the iPhone. But, they won't get it until February. Until then, iPhone owners should take a look at iPhone Web applications. We comb through the best ones available now that take advantage of the phone's big-screen and wireless connectivity. A slick Facebook site, a broad instant messaging service and a way to use your iPhone as a remote control are among the iPhone-centric sites included here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzwP2b8oMWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/xY0luouu0Is/s1600-h/iphone_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132995103184925026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzwP2b8oMWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/xY0luouu0Is/s320/iphone_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On The Radio&lt;br /&gt;Radio: Currently Playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timbergeron.com/current/"&gt;www.timbergeron.com/current/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever turn on the radio and catch a song in the middle but can’t figure out who is singing? This app will come to your rescue. Select your city and station, and see the last five songs played as well as the current song. If you’re in the mood to sing along, click through for the current song’s lyrics. And if you’re an especially big fan, you can buy the song on iTunes through this site.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for today's iPhone talk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-=-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now the &lt;u&gt;real reason&lt;/u&gt; why I'm so damn free here blogging about the iPhone is because,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(1) my bestie gf has an exam, which is her last paper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(2) Sent her all the way to Ipswich (45min drive) and am still waiting for her to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzwP2r8oMXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Nlo9usv7S9k/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132995107479892338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzwP2r8oMXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Nlo9usv7S9k/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;This is her&lt;/strong&gt; - using up the last ten minutes before going into the exam when everyone has gone in already. so cute hor?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132995111774859650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzwP278oMYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/twNp5Wgns94/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is me&lt;/strong&gt; - sky has turned dark and I'm still waiting patiently.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132995116069826962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzwP3L8oMZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/rtokrYXjMvo/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are my companions&lt;/strong&gt; - my lappie and our new country road bags. ($69.95 each if you're interested in them. Haha!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just thought that this is the last 'little things in life' that I could do for her before she flies back to Singapore first on the 20th before I do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so gonna miss her like &lt;strong&gt;hell&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thought of the day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;One thing I feel most passionately about: love of invention will never die&lt;/em&gt;." -Karl Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Another thought...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I wonder if my dearest would still buy his iPhone after reading this. Hmmm..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-8844990676305381747?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/8844990676305381747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=8844990676305381747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/8844990676305381747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/8844990676305381747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2007/11/5-reasons-why-you-dont-want-iphone.html' title='5 Reasons Why You Don&apos;t Wan&apos;t An iPhone'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzwHzb8oMQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ypPCN6mcsRM/s72-c/iphone_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-5724432174588867717</id><published>2007-11-11T22:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:03:00.042+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Our special date. Just the two of us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;11/11/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/Rzb_yUmKU8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/vpGLQxjZAZA/s1600-h/anniversary+couple.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131570065422570434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/Rzb_yUmKU8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/vpGLQxjZAZA/s320/anniversary+couple.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is our special date. Just the two of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exactly seven years ago, on this date, was the anniversary date of my four years ex &amp;amp; I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let bygones be bygones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has decided to show me that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exactly seven years later, on this date, is the new chapter of my life, with The One.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The One whom I've been through so much in life, just to meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't be more thankful than to say that there's nothing more in life I would ask for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just decided to jot this down before it touches 12am tonight in Brisbane, because it is the date I'd want to remember for &lt;u&gt;life&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you darling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-5724432174588867717?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/5724432174588867717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=5724432174588867717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/5724432174588867717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/5724432174588867717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2007/11/our-special-date-just-two-of-us.html' title='Our special date. Just the two of us.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/Rzb_yUmKU8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/vpGLQxjZAZA/s72-c/anniversary+couple.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-4314764581498244702</id><published>2007-11-10T02:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:03:01.649+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward, I am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking forward, I am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shouyat &amp;amp; Mel&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzSGU0mKU6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/RI2t-SOwvZU/s1600-h/Shouyat+%26+Mel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130873567756047266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzSGU0mKU6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/RI2t-SOwvZU/s320/Shouyat+%26+Mel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He found a very old picture of &lt;strong&gt;Us.&lt;/strong&gt; How things changed, How &lt;strong&gt;we changed.&lt;/strong&gt; =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Picture Perfect&lt;/strong&gt;, I'd call it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzSGVEmKU7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/9bkrxG3Na4Q/s1600-h/Image084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130873572051014578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzSGVEmKU7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/9bkrxG3Na4Q/s320/Image084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;John&lt;/u&gt;, our body corporate of Newcomen st, the most grandpa-figure I've seen around here, painted a painting of &lt;strong&gt;Me.&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today is the first time after so much mugging that I could actually watch two shows on TV. Sounds absurd doesn't it? But I did. The first one was, "The Wedding Date" and the second one was "Spanglish", oh did that Lady starring in the show catch my eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Paz Vegas&lt;/u&gt;. I would say that she looked so drop-dead gorgeous &lt;strong&gt;HOT.&lt;/strong&gt; Yes and I mean it. Sexy and provocative is what I would use to describe her, with a little of the 'gypsy-girl' feel in the show. Whenever she gave that come-hither look, even as a woman myself, I was bewitched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here she is. She can have the sophisticated, girl-next-door or glamourous look, which ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzSGUkmKU5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/wCuUI4n7g24/s1600-h/paz-vega-picture-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130873563461079954" style="CURSOR: hand" height="279" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzSGUkmKU5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/wCuUI4n7g24/s320/paz-vega-picture-6.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzSGUUmKU3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/_HLmhdfGN7U/s1600-h/paz-vega.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130873559166112626" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" height="278" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzSGUUmKU3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/_HLmhdfGN7U/s320/paz-vega.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzSGUkmKU4I/AAAAAAAAAGc/d194-2oiht0/s1600-h/paz-vega-picture-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she a piece of fine Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe straight banks isn't that bad after all... ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-4314764581498244702?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/4314764581498244702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=4314764581498244702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/4314764581498244702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/4314764581498244702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2007/11/looking-forward-i-am.html' title='Looking forward, I am.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzSGU0mKU6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/RI2t-SOwvZU/s72-c/Shouyat+%26+Mel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-1115466627630028079</id><published>2007-11-07T00:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:03:03.323+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Things change, people change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things change, people change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzCIjh7UQfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1olyZTt8HS4/s1600-h/Parties+like+a+Mugstar+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129750119558955506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzCIjh7UQfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1olyZTt8HS4/s320/Parties+like+a+Mugstar+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzCJcB7UQhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Gn0gYflsrMM/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129751090221564434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzCJcB7UQhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Gn0gYflsrMM/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am... Partying like a Mugstar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did I come up with this title?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, it's because I AM mugging for my exams on the 7th, 8th, 9th AND 13th Nov.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly it's because apparently, Facebook has this application that allows you to nominate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people for superlatives and one of them is: Party like a rockstar. So, there you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facebook seems to be the newest highlight in town as compared to Blogger.com and I guess you've heard of XiaXue and her famous blogpost rantings. HA. *rolls eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I shouldn't be blogging now but I guess I just couldn't help saying something that I've been hearing about, that's happening to my surrounding friends and hopefully, not to me in the near future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a long time since I've caught up with my friends back in Singapore and these couple of weeks, (1) a good friend of mine who's been with her bf for many years broke up and now, both of them are attached to someone else. (2) another good friend of mine &lt;u&gt;is&lt;/u&gt; still with her boyfriend (as what she has claimed) however, her actions prove otherwise (I shall not elaborate on that). I know that this is probably very common as part and parcel of life but, I guess I'm not the kind that believes in breaking up for some lousy excuse because if you're gonna break up that way, why bother wasting all that youth in being together for so damn bloody long at all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Just my terminology if you had other perceptions. Of course, everyone has their own perceptions in love. What is Love anyway? You can't define Love till you experience it the real way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the famous connotation, "things change, people change" is true, hopefully this is only applicable to a minority of the world's population. *crosses her fingers and toes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what I meant by the above phrase was subjected in a bad way. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these years, as I grew up, I've gone through lots of life learning lessons, seen through alot of people, and I realised... sometimes you lose alot in life because you outsmart yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I wouldn't deny the fact that over these years, I've changed in certain aspects but.. to a good extent. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next thing on my list to change: to quit smoking. (haha.. baby, you happy to see this huh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I wouldn't want things any other way in my life now, but then again, things could be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like for example, if I don't have to satisfy my job obligations at Shiseido and stay longer in this freaking booooooooooooring place while most of my friends are going back to Singapore. Gosh. I do hope I can get to go back in late December or latest by early January. Will enquire to take long &lt;u&gt;unpaid&lt;/u&gt; leave with them as soon as possible. I'm still thinking of my reason of long leave though! Any suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason of leave: &lt;em&gt;To be with the man I'm in L _ _ _ with.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(they'll probably sack me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd alternative: &lt;em&gt;To celebrate 15 days of Chinese New year plus other personal family matters as well. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(this sounds more convincing doesn't it?)&lt;/div&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn. I got 8 more lectures to go through and one past year exam paper to do tomorrow before I sit for the exam at 5.45pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A random wallpaper I made last night during my 'study-break' while talking to my dearest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzCI3B7UQgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/81m64Jtngfo/s1600-h/Mugstar%27s+wallpaper+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129750454566404610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzCI3B7UQgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/81m64Jtngfo/s320/Mugstar%27s+wallpaper+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Totally Random - Just for Fun."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-1115466627630028079?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/1115466627630028079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=1115466627630028079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/1115466627630028079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/1115466627630028079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-change-people-change.html' title='Things change, people change.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RzCIjh7UQfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1olyZTt8HS4/s72-c/Parties+like+a+Mugstar+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-3238180626001516870</id><published>2007-10-22T23:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:03:03.609+10:00</updated><title type='text'>To the life I have &amp; To the supportive man in my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To the Life that I have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;These few days has been pretty tiring for me. It's all work study work study work study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing else. How sad right. Other than the fact that my lovely daddy with my lil bro, drove all the way down from Gold Coast just to cook me and my housemates his freshly-caught stingray (cooked in 2 different flavours &amp;amp; style) again, with salty fish chicken and other yummy dishes as well! My daddy is a &lt;strong&gt;GOOD COOK&lt;/strong&gt; okay! :D~ I love you daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy is still in Taiwan holidaying... *bleah* Miss her though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my bestie gf just dyed my hair &lt;strong&gt;Jet Black&lt;/strong&gt;... and I dyed hers &lt;strong&gt;hot pink&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RxykQ_mdbjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ftenIUV1eTE/s1600-h/Mel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124151087898390066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RxykQ_mdbjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ftenIUV1eTE/s320/Mel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice? [After-work look]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brisbane is too boring la. Everyone's changing their looks, styles, images all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till we come to the point of changing our hair colours once every three months?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we can't do all these anymore after we graduate - So while stocks last. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work at &lt;strong&gt;Shiseido&lt;/strong&gt; has been pretty good so far, always aiming to hit the sales quota everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been very successful at doing that! *pats pats myself*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now there are many attractive &amp;amp; value-for-money gift packs for both men and women (mostly).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;[am I beginning to sound like a professional sales promoter or what...Bleh.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a beauty consultant is already a very hard task because I've got to resist all the temptations of buying &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; my own products before even getting my salary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that they have all these gift packs placed right infront of me every single day, with me promoting it to others, it's just as good as promoting them to myself! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What to do! Anyway, I've already reserved two gift packs for myself! Hee... hid them in the samples cupboard! One is 'The Skincare' range &amp;amp; the other is 'The energiser fragrance range'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both AUD$63 and AUD$59 respectively. Cheap righttttt... want anot??? Come look for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...and To the Man in my Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it comes to the supportive man in my life. Now what shall I say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's currently sick, down with fever and a sore throat, not in a good condition at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He needs to mug for his exams that are coming soon even though he's so sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's been drinking tons of red bull which he knows has a detrimental effect on him later on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wants his Al Pacino eyebags, which I hate very very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is caring enough to call me most of the mornings to wake me up for work or school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He speaks to me every night and we chat the night away about everything in our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The list goes on and on and on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess without him, I woudn't be able to get through some recent rough patches I went through and it's all thanks to him. Also, my bestie girlfriend - G, who has always been very loving, caring, understanding &amp;amp; supportive of me too. Without both of them at this point in time till the end, I won't know what would have happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For &lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"I'd very much like things to stay this way between us &amp;amp; I'll never want it any other way."&lt;/em&gt; =) &lt;em&gt;I love you girlfriend &amp;amp; you know it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also to my &lt;strong&gt;mei: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I love you very much &amp;amp; please take care of yourself when I'm not around. Always know I'm here for you &amp;amp; thanks for always being there for me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my &lt;strong&gt;nic: &lt;/strong&gt;"Although we seldom talk nowadays, but we know for sure, we'll always be close in heart. Thank you for your love &amp;amp; you always have mine in return. Lovelove always."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For &lt;strong&gt;him:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"I'd very much want &lt;u&gt;us&lt;/u&gt; to continue moving forward till the day I can really say to you, "I wish you weren't here!"&lt;/em&gt; =) &lt;em&gt;Muax.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please take care of yourself when I'm not around and I know it's hard to follow just like how I don't listen to you by cutting down on my smoking. "I'm sorry baby." I know you'll help me quit when I'm back in Singapore &amp;amp; we have a &lt;strong&gt;special deal&lt;/strong&gt; to keep right! *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I trust &amp;amp; I believe that if we're beside each other, we'll definitely be able to make things work by putting words to action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, I must say, &lt;em&gt;"How I wish you were here."&lt;/em&gt; And I really mean it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please take good care of yourself. I know I'm naggy but you are too. *pulls down an eyelid*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missing you from across the seas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-3238180626001516870?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/3238180626001516870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=3238180626001516870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/3238180626001516870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/3238180626001516870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-life-i-have-to-supportive-man-in-my.html' title='To the life I have &amp; To the supportive man in my life.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RxykQ_mdbjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ftenIUV1eTE/s72-c/Mel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-3270663355646512999</id><published>2007-10-15T19:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T20:11:54.497+10:00</updated><title type='text'>When darkess turns to light, it ends tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It ends tonight - the All-american rejects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;specially dedicated to the &lt;u&gt;ass&lt;/u&gt;hole in my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your subtleties&lt;br /&gt;They strangle me&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain myself at all&lt;br /&gt;And all that wants&lt;br /&gt;And all that needs&lt;br /&gt;All I don't want to need at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls start breathing&lt;br /&gt;My minds unweaving&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's best you leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;A weight is lifted&lt;br /&gt;On this evening&lt;br /&gt;I give the final blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When darkness turns to light&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A falling star&lt;br /&gt;Least I fall alone&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain what you can't explain&lt;br /&gt;Your finding things you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;I look at you with such disdain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls start breathing&lt;br /&gt;My minds unweaving&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's best you leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;A weight is lifted&lt;br /&gt;On this evening&lt;br /&gt;I give the final blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When darkness turns into light&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just a little insight will make this right&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to fight&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm on my sie&lt;br /&gt;It's better than being on your side&lt;br /&gt;It's my fault you're blind&lt;br /&gt;It's better that I see it through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these thoughts locked inside&lt;br /&gt;Now you're the first to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When darkness turns into light&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just a little insight will make this right&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to fight&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When darkness turns into light&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just a little insight will make this right&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to fight&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics of this song is specially dedicated to someone who was very very unappreciative, irresponsible and fcuked up as a person. Topmost, he's just being a total ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget what you have done to me &amp;amp; I'll &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember what I said to you, opportunities don't knock at your door twice. So don't look back in regret. Cos' only the wisest and stupidest of men &lt;u&gt;never change&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one quote for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The best way to make your dreams come true is to wake up!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it all ends tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-3270663355646512999?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/3270663355646512999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=3270663355646512999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/3270663355646512999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/3270663355646512999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-darkess-turns-to-light-it-ends.html' title='When darkess turns to light, it ends tonight.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-6207718398256268502</id><published>2007-10-13T14:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:03:03.838+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RxBOy_mdbiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2phWx-Mh8ck/s1600-h/IMG_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120679414293425698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RxBOy_mdbiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2phWx-Mh8ck/s320/IMG_0286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RxBOyvmdbhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/shPhdELnjSY/s1600-h/IMG_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120679409998458386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RxBOyvmdbhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/shPhdELnjSY/s320/IMG_0279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing the amount of puke I could have donated to the Unknown-sickness-that-caused-me-so-much-distress organization. Hmmmz... a sickness that the Mr Doc himself couldn't determine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; elaborate on the details, due to people-who-might-not-be-able-to-eat-their-dinner after reading it. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, I had my lovely friends around me who cared so much for me while I was unwell.&lt;br /&gt;Namely, my bestie gf, G (who cooked porridge for me &amp;amp; I puked it all out), Jobbs (who waited for me to come home &amp;amp; took care of me &amp;amp; ended up wanting to puke himself), Ashley (who supplied me with pills that I didn't end up eating, sorry...), Josh (who came to visit me afterwards), Nicole, my darling babe, (who always asked about me and worries about me &lt;u&gt;all the time&lt;/u&gt;!) and to the rest who all showered their concerns over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big THANK-YOU to all of you, I felt &lt;strong&gt;loved.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, thinking about the 2 days I missed work because Myer management did not want me to spread my "unknown virus" around to everyone on the work grounds, imagine the amount of monetary loss I've made. *heaves a huge sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess it's just pointless to reminisce on it. Just got to work on getting better &amp;amp; moving forward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about moving forward...&lt;br /&gt;(1) &lt;strong&gt;Tuesday the 16th Oct &lt;/strong&gt;- Advertising management group report (2000 words) due&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) &lt;strong&gt;Friday the 19th Oct&lt;/strong&gt; - Services marketing group presentation &amp;amp; report due&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) &lt;strong&gt;Tuesday the 23rd Oct&lt;/strong&gt; - Biz comm group presentation due&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) &lt;strong&gt;Friday the 26th Oct&lt;/strong&gt; - Services marketing individual literature review due&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) &lt;strong&gt;Shiseido training from 29th Oct till 2nd Nov&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) &lt;strong&gt;Saturday the 3rd Nov&lt;/strong&gt; - Services marketing workshop summary due&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) &lt;strong&gt;Daddy's birthday the 4th Nov&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exam dates: 7th, 8th, 9th &amp;amp; 13th of Nov.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So technically speaking, I do not have much time left to study for my exams. *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like carrying on blogging anymore, I've just realised how much work I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 assignments &amp;amp; 1 presentation to go!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should jus lie and forget about the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reminds me of a song I adore: &lt;em&gt;"Good morning baby, I hope I can make it thru' another day..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The next sentence is for that special someone who has been in the same mugging situation, although much worse off than me in NTU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is a succession of moments, To live each one is to succeed." - Corita Kent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you can do it. Please don't drown yourself in too much red bull, not good. As much projects you have, you still need to take care of your body &amp;amp; health too. If not for your sake, how about for mine? =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-6207718398256268502?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/6207718398256268502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=6207718398256268502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/6207718398256268502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/6207718398256268502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-is-during-our-darkest-moments-that.html' title='It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RxBOy_mdbiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2phWx-Mh8ck/s72-c/IMG_0286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-677650723976115919</id><published>2007-10-04T14:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:03:05.736+10:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Of The Most Brilliant Advertising Campaigns</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8 Of The Most Brilliant Advertising Campaigns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RwRzxZnuAuI/AAAAAAAAADc/L3GzJLg9nFs/s1600-h/diamond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117342369127989986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RwRzxZnuAuI/AAAAAAAAADc/L3GzJLg9nFs/s320/diamond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s no secret that an advertising campaign can either propel anyone’s business or name to the stratosphere or make it extinct quicker than the nature did with dinosaurs.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I rather write about some of the most successful and memorable campaigns in the modern history, the ones that either made some companies rule the world practically overnight or established them as THE company to hold in high regard and even imitate. These are the campaigns who took advertising in print and TV to the whole new level, with their printed ads looking more like a work of art and commercials that people don’t mind watching more than once. The campaigns whose slogans became as popular as the company’s name, if not more.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately there are many such advertising masterpieces, but I’ll limit them to 8 Bits of what in my opinion are the most brilliant campaigns in advertising history (featured in chronological order) and invite you to share who you think deserves to be on this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. De Beers - “A diamond is forever”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RwR0CJnuAvI/AAAAAAAAADk/1eiWJC_Lpo4/s1600-h/diamondisforever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117342656890798834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RwR0CJnuAvI/AAAAAAAAADk/1eiWJC_Lpo4/s320/diamondisforever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds are not the rarest of gemstones, but the 1938 meeting between the son of De Beers founder, Harry Oppenheimer, and the president of N.W. Ayer &amp;amp; Son (the first advertising agency in the United States), Gerold M. Lauck will create that illusion and forever link diamonds with romance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For quite some time the agency had tried to come up with a slogan for a new De Beers advertising campaign, but it would be Frances Gerety, the agency’s copywriter, who will make the history by scribbling down “a diamond is forever” after praying for “some divine assistance” before leaving the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this day “A Diamond is Forever” is the official slogan of De Beers, even after the most recent changes in branding where De Beers decided to use a new name - “Diamond Trading Co.” (DTC) for its marketing purposes and use “De Beers” name to represent trendy stores that sell diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“By the end of the 1950s, N.W. Ayer was pleased to announce to De Beers that its twenty-year marketing campaign had successfully influenced the American public to consider a diamond engagement ring a necessity to the engagement ritual.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can learn more about the fascinating history of DeBeers at &lt;a href="http://www.gemnation.com/base?processor=getPage&amp;amp;pageName=forever_diamonds_1"&gt;GemNation.com&lt;/a&gt;. Check out some of the &lt;a href="http://www.advertka.ru/print/?id=175"&gt;humorous De Beers ads&lt;/a&gt; and one of their &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7p9EbqFPmU"&gt;most recent commercials&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Marlboro Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RwR00pnuAwI/AAAAAAAAADs/hvKjP1L4qA8/s1600-h/marlborman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117343524474192642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RwR00pnuAwI/AAAAAAAAADs/hvKjP1L4qA8/s320/marlborman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know that Marlboro was named after a street in London Marlborough, and originally was marketed as a women’s cigarette with the slogan: “Mild as May” until mid 1950s? It all changed when the new Marlboro campaign, created by Leo Burnett Worldwide transformed the cigarette’s image into a strictly masculine in only a few months. It is one of the most recognized brand images in the world - the ultimate American cowboy, trademark of masculinity, smoking Marlboro.&lt;br /&gt;If interested, you can follow the &lt;a href="http://www.courses.rochester.edu/foster/ANT226/Spring01/history.html"&gt;Marlboro timeline&lt;/a&gt;, just keep in mind that smoking is bad for your health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know that Marlboro was named after a street in London Marlborough, and originally was marketed as a women’s cigarette with the slogan: “Mild as May” until mid 1950s? It all changed when the new Marlboro campaign, created by Leo Burnett Worldwide transformed the cigarette’s image into a strictly masculine in only a few months. It is one of the most recognized brand images in the world - the ultimate American cowboy, trademark of masculinity, smoking Marlboro.&lt;br /&gt;If interested, you can follow the &lt;a href="http://www.courses.rochester.edu/foster/ANT226/Spring01/history.html"&gt;Marlboro timeline&lt;/a&gt;, just keep in mind that smoking is bad for your health.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. GUINNESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RwR1VJnuAxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/eznvzmxICLc/s1600-h/guinness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117344082819941138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RwR1VJnuAxI/AAAAAAAAAD0/eznvzmxICLc/s320/guinness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guiness’ enormous success can be attributed not just to the lip-smacking beer that’s “Good For You”, but to one of the most impressive advertising campaigns. The first series of adverts were created by John Gilroy, who designed striking posters featuring animals like lion, kangaroo and most notably a toucan, that included such famous phrases like “It’s a Lovely Day for a Guinness”, “Guinness for Strength” and “Guinness is Good For You”.&lt;br /&gt;In the 1950s Guinness has quickly recognized the power of the new medium called TV, and launched their first TV commercials where “the flying toucan poster took off too, stealing glasses of GUINNESS® beer from the RAF mess hall”. The new generation of Guinness TV ads are nothing short of masterpieces, that mesmerize the audience.&lt;br /&gt;If you haven’t seen it yet (oh, I wish they were showing more Guinness commercials in Canada), you simply must check out one of their recent campaigns, with the slogan “Good things come to those who wait”. There are actually several ads under that slogan, but the one called &lt;a href="http://www.guinness.com/gb_en/ads/current/evolution/evolution_TVadvert/"&gt;“noitulovE” (Evolution)&lt;/a&gt; is the best! This short film (with some breathtaking computer generated special effects) “tells the story of mankind’s 3 billion year wait for the perfect pint.”&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Volkswagen Beetle - Think Small&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RwR135nuAyI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QFyyWDCedwE/s1600-h/vw_beetle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117344679820395298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RwR135nuAyI/AAAAAAAAAD8/QFyyWDCedwE/s320/vw_beetle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in 1960s when everyone was making big long cars, Volkswagen hired the Doyle Dane Bernbach ad agency to create a campaign to promote their new tiny ugly bug Beetle in United States. Beetle’s new ads were filled with humour and connected with consumers on a personal level. Two simple words were used that shook the automobile market: Think Small.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to a VW Beetle aficionado on YouTube with the nickname &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/beetlejuice150"&gt;beetlejuice150&lt;/a&gt; , you can watch many of the early VW Beetle TV commercials, including the famous &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qw2rRSLvIO0"&gt;Think Small&lt;/a&gt; ad, the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1qB0lb401ZU"&gt;floating brand new Beetle&lt;/a&gt; that you could buy for $1999 in 1972 (gosh, I wasn’t even born then), and a very humorous &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCHWhIHIuhY"&gt;“Funeral”&lt;/a&gt; commercial that’s a pure genius at work.&lt;br /&gt;“Imagine a funeral procession as the voice of the deceased bequeaths his fortune. To each, from his wife and sons to business partners who were wasteful with money, he leaves nothing.But to the tearful young man in a Volkswagen Beetle at the end of the line, he says: “To my nephew, Harold, who ofttimes said `A penny saved is a penny earned … and it sure pays to own a Volkswagen’ … I leave my entire fortune of a hundred billion dollars.” (via &lt;a href="http://eastbay.bizjournals.com/eastbay/stories/1999/11/15/smallb12.html?page=2"&gt;bizjournals.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. I Want My MTV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RwR3Y5nuAzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/oOKLZz5RhpE/s1600-h/iwantmymtv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117346346267706162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RwR3Y5nuAzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/oOKLZz5RhpE/s320/iwantmymtv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today it’s hard to believe that at first MTV was struggling to convince cable companies to offer the channel to their subscribers, that music publishers hated the 24-hour rock’n'roll channel, that record companies were dismissing the concept of music videos, until MTV hired George Lois to change everyone’s minds. Lois has updated his own I Want My Maypo slogan and convinced Mick Jagger, Pat Benatar and later other rock superstars to scream “I Want My MTV”, after a voice in the background announced: “If you don’t get MTV where you live, call your cable operator and say…”. In every city thousands were calling their cable operator after seeing the commercial and screamed for their MTV.&lt;br /&gt;“Within months, MTV was in 80% of all household; record companies begged to have their videos on the channel, advertisers looked at MTV as a must-buy for viewers 14 to 28; and every Rock star in the world pleaded with us to mimic Mick Jagger’s plea in our follow-up commercials”, reminiscened &lt;a href="http://www.georgelois.com/mile.mtv.html"&gt;George Lois on his website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You too can go back in time and feel the energy in one of the &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Q32EOe9o2_E"&gt;first MTV commercials&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Absolut vodka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RwR3ZJnuA0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/fRfzyXFgoqw/s1600-h/absolut_vodka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117346350562673474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RwR3ZJnuA0I/AAAAAAAAAEM/fRfzyXFgoqw/s320/absolut_vodka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of those cleverly run advertising campaigns that transformed an unknown brand into an Absolut empire. Prior to the start of TBWA’s campaigns in 1980s to promote Absolut, Sweden wasn’t perceived as a vodka-producing country, and the bartenders found the bottle’s shape too awkward to use. Absolut’s advertising campaign by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/TBWA"&gt;TBWA&lt;/a&gt; changed not only all that but also everyone’s perception that vodka is a cheap and tasteless drink. Now there are regular, premium, and superpremium vodkas, along with raspberries, pears, lemon and even mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;TBWA’s long-running advertising campaign has produced 1450 original ads, featuring an Absolut bottle-shaped object, with titles like &lt;a href="http://www.absolutads.com/gallery/reklama.php?id=1079"&gt;ABSOLUT Wonderland&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.absolutads.com/gallery/reklama.php?id=799"&gt;Absolut Webby&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://absolutkravitz.com/"&gt;ABSOLUT Kravitz&lt;/a&gt;. Visit a gallery of over 1200 images of Absolut Ads, lovingly collected by &lt;a href="http://www.absolutads.com/"&gt;Absolut enthusiast&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Apple - 1984&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RwR3ZJnuA1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/n8pXxLujA5o/s1600-h/apple1984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117346350562673490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RwR3ZJnuA1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/n8pXxLujA5o/s320/apple1984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who can forget the commercial that aired on January 22, 1984 during the Super Bowl game, that got everyone glued to their seats with the images of countless rows with skinheads in an Orwellian world, spellbound by the Big Brother’s speech on a huge screen, and a running woman in a white shirt with a picture of Apple’s Macintosh who throws a sledgehammer at that screen. Who can forget that message at the end of this commercial, accompanied with the voice, announcing that “On January 24th, Apple Computer will introduce Macintosh. And you’ll see why 1984 won’t be like 1984″, followed by now famous Apple’s logo in colour.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Apple paid $800,000 for that 60-second slot? Of course, that was a wise investment, that brought millions in future sales of Macintosh. No expenses were spared when creating the film either: the ad was directed by Ridley Scott (remember the Blade Runner?), shot in London, with the actual British skinheads playing themselves for $125.&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a chance for you to see &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=OYecfV3ubP8"&gt;Apple’s 1984 ad&lt;/a&gt; on YouTube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Nike - Just Do It&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RwR3ZJnuA2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/tN-Yp4ug_2M/s1600-h/nike_just_do_it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117346350562673506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RwR3ZJnuA2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/tN-Yp4ug_2M/s320/nike_just_do_it.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who would’ve thought that one of the most acclaimed slogans in advertising history was conceived serendipitously in 1988, when Dan Weiden from an unknown yet ad agency Weiden and Kennedy admiringly commented on Nike’s can-do-attitude: “You Nike guys, you just do it”?&lt;br /&gt;Who could’ve known that one of the most recognized logos in the world - Nike’s swoosh - would cost Nike’s co-founder, Phil Knight, only $35 to be designed in 1971 by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carolyn_Davidson"&gt;Carolyn Davidson&lt;/a&gt;, who was studying graphic design at Portland State University.&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, looks like Nike continuous to grow its fame and fortune by getting away with employing cheap labor in Asia.&lt;br /&gt;So, here you go, 8 brilliant advertising campaigns that took eight different companies to stardom, even though some of them, frankly, don’t deserve to be among the stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-677650723976115919?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/677650723976115919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=677650723976115919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/677650723976115919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/677650723976115919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2007/10/8-of-most-brilliant-advertising.html' title='8 Of The Most Brilliant Advertising Campaigns'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RwRzxZnuAuI/AAAAAAAAADc/L3GzJLg9nFs/s72-c/diamond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-9019345609449092767</id><published>2007-10-01T19:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:03:05.838+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Look Back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't Look Back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RwEYL5nuAtI/AAAAAAAAADU/5mzWnT2OjkE/s1600-h/Mel+in+red+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116397244394635986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RwEYL5nuAtI/AAAAAAAAADU/5mzWnT2OjkE/s320/Mel+in+red+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In life, there always comes a point in your life when you realize who matters, who never did, who won’t anymore, and who always will. So don’t worry about people from your past, there’s a reason why they didn’t make it to your future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life consists not in holding good cards but in playing those you hold well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all those in relationships, always bear in mind. The &lt;strong&gt;truth&lt;/strong&gt; is more important than the &lt;strong&gt;facts&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop relying on the advice of others. Your own judgment is your greatest asset. Absence will make a loved one appreciate you even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Always keep in mind:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Winners make things happen.&lt;br /&gt;Losers let things happen."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Opportunity only knocks at your door &lt;u&gt;once&lt;/u&gt;. Take it or don't look back in regret.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-9019345609449092767?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/9019345609449092767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=9019345609449092767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/9019345609449092767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/9019345609449092767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2007/10/dont-look-back.html' title='Don&apos;t Look Back.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RwEYL5nuAtI/AAAAAAAAADU/5mzWnT2OjkE/s72-c/Mel+in+red+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-6014985255912444010</id><published>2007-09-29T03:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:03:06.061+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Every little thing - Dishwalla</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A note for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/Rv06bJnuAsI/AAAAAAAAADM/yfnMlj_h-2o/s1600-h/mel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115308989876142786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/Rv06bJnuAsI/AAAAAAAAADM/yfnMlj_h-2o/s320/mel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Every Little Thing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me into see you in the morning light&lt;br /&gt;to get me on and all along the tears they come&lt;br /&gt;see all come&lt;br /&gt;I want you to believe in life&lt;br /&gt;but I get the strangest feeling that you've gone away&lt;br /&gt;will you find out who you are too late to change?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be every little thing you wanted&lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be every little thing you wanted&lt;br /&gt;all the time some times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lift me up just lift me up don't make a sounda&lt;br /&gt;nd let me hold you up before you hit the Ground&lt;br /&gt;see all come&lt;br /&gt;you say you're all right&lt;br /&gt;but I get the strangest feeling&lt;br /&gt;that you've gone away- you've gone away&lt;br /&gt;and will you find out who you are too late to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be every little thing you wanted&lt;br /&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be every little thing you wanted&lt;br /&gt;all the time some times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me up&lt;br /&gt;don't give me up tonight&lt;br /&gt;or soon nothing will be right at all&lt;br /&gt;salvation will you find out who you are too late to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;every little thing you wanted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-6014985255912444010?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/6014985255912444010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=6014985255912444010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/6014985255912444010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/6014985255912444010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2007/09/every-little-thing-dishwalla.html' title='Every little thing - Dishwalla'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/Rv06bJnuAsI/AAAAAAAAADM/yfnMlj_h-2o/s72-c/mel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-7580833674699678147</id><published>2007-09-28T22:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:03:06.181+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I stay or Should I go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Should I stay or Should I go? - Dreamz FM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RvzuhpnuArI/AAAAAAAAADE/U8CBu8gmnSM/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115225538661581490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RvzuhpnuArI/AAAAAAAAADE/U8CBu8gmnSM/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a drive&lt;br /&gt;Driven by your love&lt;br /&gt;But when you messed around&lt;br /&gt;I lost the drive I found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought you needed&lt;br /&gt;Needed someone true&lt;br /&gt;But you changed your mind&lt;br /&gt;Or had I failed you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you’d been Careful with my heart&lt;br /&gt;But you tore it apart&lt;br /&gt;And broke an angel’s heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kiss was true&lt;br /&gt;Has to end somehow&lt;br /&gt;But I am livin’ proof of what love is about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard holding you&lt;br /&gt;Loving you, losing you&lt;br /&gt;It’s sad to be true&lt;br /&gt;And be fooled by you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know (I don’t know)&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know&lt;br /&gt;Should I stay or should I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You played me on&lt;br /&gt;Played me like a clown&lt;br /&gt;But I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;Even though I’m down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is heavy&lt;br /&gt;Heavy like a rock&lt;br /&gt;But I am so amused&lt;br /&gt;You’re still in my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard holding you&lt;br /&gt;Loving you, losing you&lt;br /&gt;It’s sad to be true&lt;br /&gt;And be fooled by you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know (I don’t know)&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know&lt;br /&gt;Should I stay or should I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooohh…should I stay?&lt;br /&gt;Should I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard holding you&lt;br /&gt;Loving you, losing you&lt;br /&gt;It’s sad to be true&lt;br /&gt;And be fooled by you&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know (I don’t know)&lt;br /&gt;I gotta know&lt;br /&gt;Should I stay or should I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time its done&lt;br /&gt;It’ll never feel the same&lt;br /&gt;But we had some good times&lt;br /&gt;Guess it’s sad just the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the truth&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t matter somehow&lt;br /&gt;But you were livin’ proof of what love is about…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-7580833674699678147?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/7580833674699678147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=7580833674699678147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/7580833674699678147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/7580833674699678147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2007/09/should-i-stay-or-should-i-go.html' title='Should I stay or Should I go?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RvzuhpnuArI/AAAAAAAAADE/U8CBu8gmnSM/s72-c/Image023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-2884281477421715634</id><published>2007-09-25T01:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:03:07.964+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend I'll always have for life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friends I'll always have for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/Rvfb5ZnuAqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2MugFzB04gk/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113797681078993570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/Rvfb5ZnuAqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2MugFzB04gk/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just livin' the life I wanna live! Good food and all... That's life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/Rvfb5JnuAoI/AAAAAAAAACs/xba_Dv1uRUg/s1600-h/Image083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113797676784026242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/Rvfb5JnuAoI/AAAAAAAAACs/xba_Dv1uRUg/s320/Image083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Housemate No. 1 - Johan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/Rvfb5JnuApI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cMZwUPfHI6s/s1600-h/Image063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113797676784026258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/Rvfb5JnuApI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cMZwUPfHI6s/s320/Image063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Housemate No. 3 - Jeannette aka G (my best gf!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RvfbMJnuAlI/AAAAAAAAACU/4c639moieoo/s1600-h/Image077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113796903689912914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RvfbMJnuAlI/AAAAAAAAACU/4c639moieoo/s320/Image077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RvfbMpnuAmI/AAAAAAAAACc/SKgp59-bQ_U/s1600-h/Image081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113796912279847522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RvfbMpnuAmI/AAAAAAAAACc/SKgp59-bQ_U/s320/Image081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RvfbMpnuAnI/AAAAAAAAACk/iEuCsRpOCWc/s1600-h/Image082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113796912279847538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RvfbMpnuAnI/AAAAAAAAACk/iEuCsRpOCWc/s320/Image082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tommy (my buddy buddy buddy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RvfbL5nuAjI/AAAAAAAAACE/bQHJ1oiHt_M/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113796899394945586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RvfbL5nuAjI/AAAAAAAAACE/bQHJ1oiHt_M/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our feast! Taken by G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RvfbMJnuAkI/AAAAAAAAACM/6eZRaYRMeVI/s1600-h/Image072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113796903689912898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RvfbMJnuAkI/AAAAAAAAACM/6eZRaYRMeVI/s320/Image072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our group photo. Taken by an 'Ang Moh". Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I don't know what I wanna blog about.&lt;br /&gt;Just a few lovely pics I wanna share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our Day out at Milton - La Dolce Vita Cafe &amp;amp; Fish Lovers.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what I would do without any of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of course, there are a few more who weren't with us in these pictures, wait for the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to our togetherness &amp;amp; friendship!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-2884281477421715634?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/2884281477421715634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=2884281477421715634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/2884281477421715634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/2884281477421715634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2007/09/friend-ill-always-have-for-life.html' title='Friend I&apos;ll always have for life.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/Rvfb5ZnuAqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2MugFzB04gk/s72-c/Image015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-3265056549413122794</id><published>2007-09-15T23:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:03:09.158+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I absolutely hate Financial Management.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I absolutely hate Financial Management.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes I know. I'm supposed to be studying for my mid semester exam on Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well this is what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/Ruve9nU6HMI/AAAAAAAAABM/jTWHL8XrrnI/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110423352292023490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/Ruve9nU6HMI/AAAAAAAAABM/jTWHL8XrrnI/s320/Image046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Motivated to complete tutorials by tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RuvfMnU6HNI/AAAAAAAAABU/DEbHAtAwjnw/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110423609990061266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RuvfMnU6HNI/AAAAAAAAABU/DEbHAtAwjnw/s320/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then I got stuck somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RuvfZXU6HOI/AAAAAAAAABc/EVY2mHMnv-I/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110423829033393378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RuvfZXU6HOI/AAAAAAAAABc/EVY2mHMnv-I/s320/Image048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Couldn't figure out the problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RuvfsnU6HPI/AAAAAAAAABk/461QT4fH8s8/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110424159745875186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RuvfsnU6HPI/AAAAAAAAABk/461QT4fH8s8/s320/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still trying... eyes getting heavier each min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RuvgD3U6HQI/AAAAAAAAABs/qR5yKgSvgM4/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110424559177833730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RuvgD3U6HQI/AAAAAAAAABs/qR5yKgSvgM4/s320/Image044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good night Mel. Well done lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you see, I'm still sitting at the same old spot, staring at symbols &lt;strong&gt;and &lt;/strong&gt;numbers for one whole damn day. Ate continental instant pasta for lunch and dinner while having a high dosage of hazelnut Cadbury chocolates each time I'm bored. Afterwhich, I went berserk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok fine, I just wanna bitch about it cause I'm just out of my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You wanna know why I took Bachelor of Business &lt;u&gt;communications&lt;/u&gt;? Majoring in &lt;strong&gt;Marketing&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Public Relations&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BECAUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HATE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MATHS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;or anything numerical or relating to symbols.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want NOTHING to do with &lt;strong&gt;finance&lt;/strong&gt;. Those sick bastards who invented mathematical symbols, algebra, CAPM, WACC... yada yada yada...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottomline is just to &lt;u&gt;maximise shareholder wealth&lt;/u&gt; isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are Financial Planners for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in a freaking slow-paced &lt;u&gt;continent&lt;/u&gt; like Australia, they bloody hell do not have private tutors for hire! Even if they do, they think they're tutoring teachings of Confucious. AUD$40 an hour. Blood-suckers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna go homeeeeeeeeee. For once, I don't mind singing the Majulah Singapura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I need a bottle of my favourite Woodstock Bourbon Coke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe... not. Shit. I just ran out of it. It's 12am here right here, right now and the BWS &lt;em&gt;(Beer, Wine, Spirits)&lt;/em&gt; shop would be closed by now. &lt;em&gt;(...considering the fact that the shops here all &lt;strong&gt;close&lt;/strong&gt; by 5pm &lt;u&gt;sharp&lt;/u&gt;!)&lt;/em&gt; At least the Asian shops bother to work overtime. Lazy Aussies. No wonder all of them have &lt;strong&gt;big pot bellies&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/Ruvm2nU6HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/spRcjgqc0Ng/s1600-h/pannel-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110432028125961506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/Ruvm2nU6HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/spRcjgqc0Ng/s320/pannel-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Click on image to enlarge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If one day I'm given a chance to, I'll do a whole thesis on &lt;em&gt;'Why Australia is an under-developed country'&lt;/em&gt;. Probably that's just an understatement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough of all these critiquing. See what my expertise is in? &lt;u&gt;Manipulation.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just managed to transfer all liabilities &amp;amp; responsibilites from myself to another country's by putting all blame to them. To make myself feel better, less guilty &amp;amp; more contented. At least, now I have a clearer mind to start studying again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;benefits&lt;/strong&gt; outweighed the &lt;strong&gt;costs&lt;/strong&gt; of galavanting = &lt;u&gt;should&lt;/u&gt; proceed with project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;em&gt;(Microeconomics)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;+&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;+&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can someone kindly buy me the white armchair from IKEA? Pretty please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My back is killing me. My room has a squeaky chair with all the screws gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rest of the chairs in my house is too hard for my fragile back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yelps!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for my kodak moment for this blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/Ruvh53U6HRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/99kJb4Min-E/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110426586402397458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/Ruvh53U6HRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/99kJb4Min-E/s320/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Housemate No. 1 - Johan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-3265056549413122794?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/3265056549413122794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=3265056549413122794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/3265056549413122794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/3265056549413122794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-absolutely-hate-financial-management.html' title='I absolutely hate Financial Management.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/Ruve9nU6HMI/AAAAAAAAABM/jTWHL8XrrnI/s72-c/Image046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-4481139430644674319</id><published>2007-09-15T00:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:03:10.031+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back to Mel's blogspot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome back to Mel's Blogspot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/Ruqg6XU6HEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ykq0k1vQoLI/s1600-h/Mel%27s+pharrell+look.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110073651759815746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/Ruqg6XU6HEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ykq0k1vQoLI/s320/Mel%27s+pharrell+look.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been thinking about alot of things in my life and I realised that I've forgotten about this long lost blog of mine which I often forget to update because I don't find a need to unless there is really something so important to me, that I feel I must let it out or rather, blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am. Welcome back to Mel's blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where did I get my inspiration to blog again from? Shouyat. A dear friend of mine who just started out blogging too. Hee. I've found him again. That sweet lil thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RuqobXU6HGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ys9wywRV0tE/s1600-h/b1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110081915276893282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RuqobXU6HGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ys9wywRV0tE/s320/b1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just went for a new haircut today and I guess it's really a &lt;u&gt;big&lt;/u&gt; change for me this time round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past 22 years of my life, I've never had straight banks accompanied by steps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RuqoH3U6HFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xuusNu4gx6o/s1600-h/Mel%27s+pharrell+look+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110081580269444178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RuqoH3U6HFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xuusNu4gx6o/s320/Mel%27s+pharrell+look+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The steppings of the hair was originally directed by yours truly &amp;amp; the straight banks by my bestie girlfriend - G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, what shall I say? I wanna say that I'm so sick of love songs &amp;amp; I'm so tired of tears. Guess I'll just forget about the whole love dating game till I really find someone worth spending my time on, caring for, cooking for, fussing around for &amp;amp; loving for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's the point of loving someone and doing everything you can to &lt;strong&gt;please him &lt;/strong&gt;when he is just enjoying the fruits of your labour at your expense? It should be the other way round isn't it? HA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the meantime, I'll just forget about the whole love dating game &amp;amp; just enjoy the wonderful time I have with the company of my lovely friends, chilling out, chatting while having italian coffee (...what a bliss!), and of course, concentrating on my new job in Myer Indoooroopilly - SHISEIDO. Yes, I've finally achieved being a beauty consultant after wishing for so long. And yes, dreams do come true if you put in the &lt;strong&gt;effort&lt;/strong&gt; (or should I say &lt;strong&gt;hell alot of &lt;/strong&gt;effort) and not just sit around and wait for things to happen. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You've got to go through alot of rejections before you finally attain what you want.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;During this whole semester of not blogging, I'll like to highlight that, I actually opened my eyes to alot of things which I was previously oblivious of. Things like, friends who would really be there for you (...you can really see it, not rocket science to figure out who's the shark and who's the fish?), happenings that make you realise how important certain people are to you (...like your family, which many kids nowadays take for granted). I realised that kids like us nowadays, especially us overseas students, only miss their parents whenever they see their friends chatting or webcamming with their parents or extended family members, someone in their friend's family has passed away (...and they start getting worried about their own) and/or they are short of funds and need reimbursements asap. Chew on that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well sad to say, I'm definitely one of them. Sad yes, but I do love them from the bottom of my heart. I guess talking ain't enough. Actions still speaks louder than words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to friends, I guess you can see who are the ones who are considered as &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt;. Probably, if you add the word - "good" to the word "friends", you'll probably need more than just the few basics I'm going to be showing you as below. I seriously cannot more than stress a few lessons I've learnt during this period of time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Good) Friends:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) they don't say out what they do for you because they do it out of love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) they'll do things for you without question in exclusion of all others&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) they don't expect anything in return, &amp;amp; they really don't (in fact, you'll just love them even more because of that.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) they're always happy to welcome you with their open arms (you can feel it.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) they don't bring you down when you're at your lowest neither &amp;amp; they'll give you support when you need it most&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6) the most important thing - you don't need to tell them what you're thinking &amp;amp; they just know it. (...happens to me all the time. with regards to my bestie girlfriend).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7) last but not least, they tell you in your face (still with tact because they love you) when they think you made a mistake. They don't tell you to change but they advise you &amp;amp; help you along the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) the final one - they accept you for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are what I call friends - a nice snapshot of them with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RuqyU3U6HLI/AAAAAAAAABE/WOcgt6N_ZxY/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110092798724021426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RuqyU3U6HLI/AAAAAAAAABE/WOcgt6N_ZxY/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... and of course, there's more. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'm not saying that everyone reading this doesn't know all these basics of what qualities a good friend should possess. I'm just saying, with friends like these, what more can you ask of in life? And I just want to reinstate these facts which I sincerely appreciate them for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my parents, my family, my friends &amp;amp; most of all, I love my girlfriend and my buddy &amp;amp; I wish them all the best in their new found relationship. As for me, I'm still... looking. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I shall end it with one of my favourite kodak moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RuqwrnU6HII/AAAAAAAAAAs/2VNlBKmUiSo/s1600-h/0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110090990542789762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/RuqwrnU6HII/AAAAAAAAAAs/2VNlBKmUiSo/s320/0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My bestie girlfriend (Jeannette), My brother (Matthew), My pretty mum, My lovely dad &amp;amp; me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-4481139430644674319?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/4481139430644674319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=4481139430644674319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/4481139430644674319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/4481139430644674319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2007/09/welcome-back-to-mels-blogspot.html' title='Welcome back to Mel&apos;s blogspot.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9hstsIXosgQ/Ruqg6XU6HEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ykq0k1vQoLI/s72-c/Mel%27s+pharrell+look.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-116677547903248972</id><published>2006-12-22T18:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T18:24:27.400+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Grandma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Goodbye Grandma... [22 december 2006]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day I lost a loved one, all the way back in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its all too late for regrets. The regrets of not flying back in time just to see her for one last time. She wanted to see me. Went into hospital twice, I was still not back. Came out of hospital to be put into a Hospice at St Joseph's last night, and I was still not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time, she was waiting for me to fly back and see me because she could hang on no longer...&lt;br /&gt;I still wasnt there. Summer courses has just ended yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my cousins were even willing to pay for my ticket to fly back immediately but my mum wanted me to stay for christmas here before I leave. I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon while I was still asleep, I received an sms from my cousin to say that, "Jie... Grandma has passed on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my parents and I have booked a flight back on Saturday and Sunday, Dad would be flying back on Saturday then on Sunday it would be followed by me, my mum and my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all too late for regrets now. Cause I received another sms from my cousin to say that, "Grandma's body is now being shifted to the mortuary..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting for so long... But I promised you that I'd ace my studies and graduate out of University by the end of next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry once again, Grandma. I'll miss you &amp; I'm glad I told you how much I love you before you went to meet the Lord in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God Bless You &amp;amp; Merry Christmas to you too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving you from afar... and coming back to be close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last thing I can do for you... By seeing you off to paradise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be seeing you on Sunday when I arrive at 8pm in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wait for me, Grandma. This time, I'm really coming home. Just for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-116677547903248972?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/116677547903248972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=116677547903248972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/116677547903248972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/116677547903248972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2006/12/goodbye-grandma.html' title='Goodbye Grandma...'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-116672155712529514</id><published>2006-12-22T03:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T03:19:17.170+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The New Me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazed to see Mel in a tee-shirt? Hahaha... Well, dont be amazed.&lt;br /&gt;You'll see more new changes in the NEW me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my current favourite pic - Polo Ralph Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/277425/Polo%20Ralph%20Mel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/200109/Polo%20Ralph%20Mel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl, G is so not used to seeing this different side of me lah...&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry la girl. I'm still ME you know? Just a new image. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;I realised that the change in hairstyle just wasnt enough?&lt;br /&gt;So here I am. Complete with the whole package.&lt;br /&gt;No more vulgarities. No more Ah-Lian-ness. No more crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the new, &lt;u&gt;better&lt;/u&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confident. Sophisticated &amp; Stylish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya all back in Singapore! We're gonna PARTYYYYY!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-116672155712529514?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/116672155712529514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=116672155712529514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/116672155712529514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/116672155712529514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-me.html' title='The New Me!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-116628967701988291</id><published>2006-12-17T03:12:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T16:00:21.736+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherish's Wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cherish's Wishlist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) NISSAN SKYLINE R33 GTS-T. (WHITE)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/134927/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/419111/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/549996/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/960196/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) LOUIS VUITTON CREDIT CARD AND YEN HOLDER. (LONG WALLET)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;BOUGHT THE SHORT WALLET INSTEAD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/780553/LV%20long%20wallet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/639876/LV%20long%20wallet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/145650/sony%20vaio.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) SONY VAIO SMALL BUSINESS NOTEBOOK.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- BOUGHT THE PINK ONE INSTEAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/145650/sony%20vaio.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/285732/sony%20vaio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/744518/sony%20vaio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) GUCCI ENVY ME. (PERFUME)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- RECEIVED AS A GIFT FROM VICTOR. THX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Available at: MYER &amp; The Perfume Connection)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/57081/gucci_envy_me_women_300x200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/592346/gucci_envy_me_women_300x200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) CLINIQUE HAPPY HEART. (PERFUME + Lip gloss + Body cream) - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BOUGHT!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Available at: MYER) - with promotional package!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/859552/clinique%20happy%20heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/596713/clinique%20happy%20heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) MISS DIOR CHERIE. (PERFUME)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Available at: MYER &amp;amp; The Perfume Connection)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/817638/miss_dior_cherie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/574263/miss_dior_cherie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) The new BIG &amp;amp; furry Forever Friends bear bear in a BIG CUTE paperbag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Available at: Indooroopilly shopping mall)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/82209/forever_friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/754102/forever_friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) Burberry London (Perfume) + Body lotion (optional)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- RECEIVED AS A GIFT FROM MICHAEL. THX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Available at: MYER) - Promotional Packages available!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/721486/BURBERRY_LONDON_W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/527792/BURBERRY_LONDON_W.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa, I've been a really &lt;u&gt;good&lt;/u&gt; girl this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thank you&lt;/u&gt; for granting me all these lovely gifts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-116628967701988291?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/116628967701988291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=116628967701988291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/116628967701988291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/116628967701988291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2006/12/cherishs-wishlist.html' title='Cherish&apos;s Wishlist'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-116446004246223014</id><published>2006-11-25T22:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T23:07:22.476+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My new summer hairstyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My new summer hairstyle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/708523/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/829560/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With fringe cut short and half the length of my hair gone,  its a NEW me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking different, younger &amp; fresh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New on the outside, as well as on the inside - at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll know what I mean when you see the new &amp; different me. *winkz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the start of my new lease of life! Cheers to that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-116446004246223014?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/116446004246223014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=116446004246223014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/116446004246223014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/116446004246223014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-new-summer-hairstyle.html' title='My new summer hairstyle'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-116445799674480944</id><published>2006-11-25T21:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T22:52:01.473+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Newway KTV night - 23 November 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Newway KTV night - 23 November 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/222216/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my dear Jess! Here are OUR KTV photos... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all the people that were present on that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the left - Wilson, Leslie's friend in green, Jiahui, Me, Grace, Kelvin, Leslie, Shaun, Jess &amp; Ben!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/222216/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/419953/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were taken while having dinner together at Sunnybank. Me and my babe were "marvelled" at the shiny silver spoons, so... this babe of mine came up with this funny idea la! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/974003/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/505592/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/819922/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/741575/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; my pretty babe - Jess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/783815/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/874277/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed our very first KTV night with u girl! cheers! the stupid ice beer damn light la... cheat our money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/447404/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/316643/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben - looking for his Jay chou songs! - his most "na shou" songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/595796/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/956641/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Our lady Jess singing... her mike looks like a nice big ice-pop dont u think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/589792/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/828182/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so does mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/70986/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/579076/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin &amp; Leslie singing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/437037/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/117365/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson singing a love song for Nicole. - there's a video with full version recorded by me! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/26918/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/468750/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie looks so much more handsome with his new tanned look huh? mmm-hmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/472876/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/321896/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa.. see the hunks singing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/910018/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/708261/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben &amp; Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/200381/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/372763/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/705044/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; sunshine babe - Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/2551/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/117049/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a cute pic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/956181/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/469950/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introducing ... Sammi Cheng &amp; Andy Lau - (Wilson, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/491653/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/986490/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiahui only knows how to sing 3 chinese songs! must force!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/741710/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/141778/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; my fav Sammi Cheng songs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/25877/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/410292/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Shaun. I'm honoured ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/837515/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/374405/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice pic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/465964/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/381833/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beach boy &amp; Me *winkz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/977861/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/343409/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the left side of the room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/127851/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/779272/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes.. with Wilson too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/563869/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/194011/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right side of the room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/278506/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/608975/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fair &amp;amp; the tanned! hahaha.. just like The bold and The Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/819028/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/80949/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's relatively tanned too! Is this the "in" thing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/650023/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/780792/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after the KTV ended, me and ben drove back to his place to park his car first, then ben accompanied me to send Jess to her bf, Brenden's place to stay.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the trip, this girl was already getting a headache from her contact lens and was feeling a little car sick, LUCKILY I gave her a plastic bag first, and she eventually puked after a BIG turn towards Turbot street! Sorry abt the hole in the plastic bag ger! Took her to 7-eleven to find contact lens solution but to no avail. So we proceeded to Eagle street where her bf stayed at, and I made sure she called him to come and fetch her! So dangerous for her to walk alone ion the city sia... my babe know! Ben was surprised at how we girls looked after each other, especially when we locked the car doors together at the same time! hahahah.. we are girls afterall, ben!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess &amp; Brendan - cute couple arent they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/733304/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/114156/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; my babe infront of my soon-to-go car. The reason why I wanted a pic infront of my car is because we shared alot of memories inside babe. *winkz* Just wanted a last pic of u with it just in case :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/324983/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/798526/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben ben~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/568786/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/909766/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying our good-byes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/274985/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/202395/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Jess babe ar... here are our KTV photos la... hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;must wait ma! Dont worry... we had the best time of our lives didnt we! :)&lt;br /&gt;Shall see u tomoro soon! Miss ya girl... *hugz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-116445799674480944?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/116445799674480944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=116445799674480944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/116445799674480944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/116445799674480944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2006/11/newway-ktv-night-23-november-2006.html' title='Newway KTV night - 23 November 2006'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-116439743168964816</id><published>2006-11-25T05:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T05:55:21.386+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Newway KTV night - 14 November 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Newway KTV Night - 14 November 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/204697/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/227695/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who attended were namely - me, Jeannette, Kailin, Nicole, Joanne, Jaslyn, Wileen, Ben &amp; Shaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is agar-ration how the settings looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/59346/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/618152/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; my dearest girl - G, playing around infront of the neon signboard, bored la! But nice right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/939017/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/573803/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/985382/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/814799/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we come to the photos... only posted some lah... alot of photos leh!&lt;br /&gt;Random photos can le right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the start of the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/757325/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/923048/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things started getting hotter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/293815/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/477727/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the &lt;strong&gt;worse&lt;/strong&gt; when &lt;u&gt;someone&lt;/u&gt; chose the song -&lt;br /&gt;Zhang Hui Mei - Yuan lai ni shen me dou bu xiang yao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/619953/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/161091/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun going solo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/696140/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/702606/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailin-san as well! Nice leggies girl! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/999513/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/652750/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben - one of the best singers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/415971/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/173289/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaslyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/221609/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/725615/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my girl la! who else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/125970/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/603908/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sweet girl like Joanne deserves a twist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/620700/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/920626/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cisco - to serve &amp; protect. as usual! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/501350/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/835108/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailin-san, lose the glasses next time round k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/246048/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/561070/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABE... this is PUBLIC. Oh alright. love ya! muackx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/1600/141788/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5408/1672/320/747036/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END. hahaha... lazy to narrate more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-116439743168964816?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/116439743168964816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=116439743168964816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/116439743168964816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/116439743168964816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2006/11/newway-ktv-night-14-november-2006.html' title='Newway KTV night - 14 November 2006'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-116358743795726719</id><published>2006-11-15T20:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:43:58.016+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tolerance is the word</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tolerance is the word&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life, when you put in a hell of an effort to do something for a special someone's birthday, and when you call that person to ask that someone a question when you are buying him a present, he answers you with hurting comments that hurt you so deeply, you just wanna give up. Yes, I understand that he didnt ask for any arrangements or for anything to be done for him. But it was done out of goodwill and out of appreciation for him and whatever he has done for me. Cause he always said that no one appreciates him or the things he does. He's nice and kind-hearted, I know that. Therefore, I'm doing this for him, yes, just for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;him&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing around like a mad woman wasnt really my thing, but yes, I did it and I still am doing it now. Hope that he'll remember that likewise how he has ran around getting everyone to sign a card for someone else, I did the same for him. Every signature on the card for him was done by going to a different place. Like I said, Just for him. Plain &amp; simple - just like what he wishes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do hope he will enjoy the fruits of everything I've put together for him. He's the birthday boy &amp; I hope he'll be happy. My feelings alone, would not be shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Happy Birthday &amp; may all the best things come your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse still today, I was decorating something for this special someone's cake, someone else just had to piss me off and use the same thing for his baked cake. Where's the sense of originality was what I said. I even mentioned that the cake he was baking for another friend already tasted &lt;strong&gt;very good&lt;/strong&gt; on its own and THAT was a &lt;u&gt;compliment&lt;/u&gt;. Is that considered 'xia lan'? Whatever lah ar. Some people just dont understand the difference between a &lt;strong&gt;compliment&lt;/strong&gt; and a &lt;strong&gt;criticism&lt;/strong&gt;. So stoopig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot more things I wanna add, but I wont say it in this post. Some things are better left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this whole day hasnt turned out well for me so far. I do hope it'd turn out for the better. After I've organized tonight's drinking party, my job is done as an organizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Photos for the Newway KTV session we all had yesterday held on the 14.11.06 would be posted up shortly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-116358743795726719?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/116358743795726719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=116358743795726719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/116358743795726719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/116358743795726719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2006/11/tolerance-is-word.html' title='Tolerance is the word'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-116231114982373021</id><published>2006-11-01T01:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T02:14:00.563+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Accounting sucks to the max</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Accounting sucks to the max&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I wanna announce that the only good thing I'm happy about today is receiving back the accounting project that me and my girlie, Jeannette, did together~ Thanks to her great effort &amp; my creativity, we did well for it! And for that, I shall now give a BIG HUG &amp;amp; a kiss for her~ *MUACKZ!* hehe.. all the sleepless nights were worth it! *winkz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the bad part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know now is, I'm at uni with another 2 girlies, Kailin &amp; Pei Juan, at 2am in the morning still digging at my accounting &amp;amp; getting really stressed out on it. The rest of our mates already went home to sleep or slack la!!! Then Kailin got high on just &lt;strong&gt;three small pieces&lt;/strong&gt; of chocolates that I bought. Started flinging her slippers around the room from one end to the other! Then when we went to the toilet, she started banging her butt on the toilet door... whats more? She also started jumping around saying that, "I'm damn hyper now la!" - after all the cadbury chocolates I bought for MYSELF. Dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its bloody taking me damnnnnnn long to finish one stoooopig cash flow statement &amp;amp; still got alot of other accounting crap to practice before my exam on sat at 2.30pm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. I wanna die la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even wanted to blog about something funny that happened earlier today BUT you know what?&lt;br /&gt;I FORGOT. so too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn! I just remembered that today's Halloween day AND we're all bloody cranking all our brain-juices out of our empty heads la!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... back to my sad reality. This is the only time when I really feel like paying someone to do my exam for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone up for grabs? Guess not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-116231114982373021?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/116231114982373021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=116231114982373021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/116231114982373021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/116231114982373021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2006/11/accounting-sucks-to-max.html' title='Accounting sucks to the max'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-116185188915377820</id><published>2006-10-26T18:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T23:34:46.210+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Last report of the semester</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Last report of the semester&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! Today I have submitted the last and most final report of the semester for this year 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn happy la. But I dont seem to have the energy left to feel all too good... Damn shag man. Been chionging late nights for the past few weeks cause of all the assignments that are due at almost the same time, with very little space intervals between each submission date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has been questioning me,&lt;br /&gt;1) WHY HAVENT YOU UPDATED UR BLOG?&lt;br /&gt;2) WHY HAVENT YOU UPLOADED ALL THOSE PHOTOS WE TOOK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guys, I guess when you have alot of assignments due on hand, I really cant find the time or energy to blog! Dont worry, as promised, I said I would make up by posting about all the past events worth mentioning about in this blog alright! Hahaha... for now, I guess I'll just stick to relaxing on my first day off any assignment bullcrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Updates coming soon...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following photos that are going to be posted is a list of what I can remember. If there are any other request(s), please notify me and let me know in advance. Thanks! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0) Quentin's birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I must give him this honour because of Baby Skyline *wink* Miss U la!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;) Sydney trip (25 June 06)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;) Riverfest photos (2 August 06)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;) Milton outing for Jim (5 August 06)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;) Mount Cootha photos (8 August 06)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Featuring Eileen - from Emirates!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;) Boonah trip photos (15 August 06)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(still procrastinating on this one cos' i just wrote a whole learning journal for this assignment for one of my courses this semester - working in teams! I'll probably just copy and paste... hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;) Shaun's Birthday (2 October 06)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Drinking party at Unilink pool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;) Nicole's Birthday (16 October 06)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(My lovely babe's 21st Birthday)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;) Sunnybank &amp; Leslie's house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;) The girl's nightout (20 October 06)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Esther, Jeannette &amp; Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;) Freestyle outing (21 October 06)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;) All the Klub Kandy photos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Would be random photos yeah... too many!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;) Carrie &amp; Jay's car breakdown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is really a godsend incident man. This post would be in memory of "the saviours" - Me &amp;amp; G, coming to Carrie, Jay's and Emmanuel's help along Goodna motorway, in Ispwich) I would try to upload the video and post it in this entry too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anymore requests guys? I still need to go home for dinner tonight lehz...&lt;br /&gt;Kailin is cooking tonight! bwhahaha... Got soup sumore sey..! :P&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah! Ben &amp;amp; SJ is ready to go home together with me!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao biatches :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-116185188915377820?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/116185188915377820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=116185188915377820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/116185188915377820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/116185188915377820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-report-of-semester.html' title='Last report of the semester'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-116063096060571441</id><published>2006-10-12T15:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T16:49:35.143+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Patrol - Chasing cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Artist: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsandsongs.com/lyrics/SNOW_PATROL.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SNOW PATROL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Album: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsandsongs.com/album/61117.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EYES OPEN (2006)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song Name: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CHASING CARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/snow%20patrol%20-%20eyes%20open.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/snow%20patrol%20-%20eyes%20open.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Grey's Anatomy Official Music Video Snow Patrol Chasing Cars&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ewLuIxwCUT0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll do it all&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;On our own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't need&lt;br /&gt;Anything&lt;br /&gt;Or anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite know&lt;br /&gt;How to say&lt;br /&gt;How I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those three words&lt;br /&gt;Are said too much&lt;br /&gt;They're not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget what we're told&lt;br /&gt;Before we get too old&lt;br /&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's waste time&lt;br /&gt;Chasing cars&lt;br /&gt;Around our heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your grace&lt;br /&gt;To remind me&lt;br /&gt;To find my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget what we're told&lt;br /&gt;Before we get too old&lt;br /&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I am&lt;br /&gt;All that I ever was&lt;br /&gt;Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know where&lt;br /&gt;Confused about how as well&lt;br /&gt;Just know that these things will never change for us at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-116063096060571441?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.snowpatrol.com/music/' title='Snow Patrol - Chasing cars'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/116063096060571441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=116063096060571441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/116063096060571441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/116063096060571441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2006/10/snow-patrol-chasing-cars.html' title='Snow Patrol - Chasing cars'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-115807510873210252</id><published>2006-09-13T01:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T02:02:36.930+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Boreddddddddddddddd...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Boreddddddddddddddd...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In uni researching on the harmful effects of marijuana &amp; ecstasy for my social &amp;amp; non-profit marking group presentation project now. Actually, I'm done already. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.. actually all the relevant information provided is from my &lt;u&gt;own knowledge&lt;/u&gt;. The research that I'm doing for my group presentation's campaign is just gathering the hard facts about them - which I already know. *grinz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Interest&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; makes my assignment easier &amp; much more simpler to accomplish in minutes! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me enlighten you all with some illicit drugs knowledge. Oh alright! Just ecstasy. Cause, I'm &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; interested in the rest. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic below shows a table telling you what the drug is, what size it is and what weight it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/pill_dimensions1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/pill_dimensions1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just chanced upon a few pics that looked pretty interesting too.&lt;br /&gt;Thought I would share them with you all!&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that alof of ecstasy pictures do not look authentic. Instead they look so damn fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few authentic pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this pic, you can see 'cash' in light pink, 'playboy' in pink, 'love' in heartshape &amp;amp; the rest I cant see the logos properly. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/ecstasys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/ecstasys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this pic, the brand of this ecstasy is called 'dolphin'.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, its bluish with white particles mixed with it.&lt;br /&gt;This means that this ecstasy pill has been mixed with 'K', also known as Ketamine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/ecstaty_e_dolphins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/ecstaty_e_dolphins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this pic, you'll be able to see a few of the different brands of ecstasy - 'JB' in yellow, 'rolex' in light blue &amp; 'mitsubishi' also in light blue etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/hand%20of%20ecstasy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/hand%20of%20ecstasy.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, there are many different brands of ecstasy. One brand of ecstasy can come in many different colours &amp;amp; shapes. Majority of it comes in a circle shape though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... &lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;/strong&gt; is how you would look like, after you pop an &lt;strong&gt;ecstasy&lt;/strong&gt; pill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/Ecstasy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/Ecstasy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last interesting picture I thought was damn hilarious while researching for my project.&lt;br /&gt;- a Marijuana pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/marijuana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/marijuana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT MAN IS &lt;strong&gt;SMOOOKINGG&lt;/strong&gt;!!! I wonder what's he made of? &lt;strong&gt;FAT&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;SMOKE&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually ar... I can write alot more on this topic, BUT... I've decided not to just in case some people start accusing me of &lt;strong&gt;promoting&lt;/strong&gt; drugs instead of making it an anti-drug campaign! -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... gonna smoke with my girl now! (not weed lah! just normal cigarettes ok!) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao for now~ back to reality. (uni crap...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-115807510873210252?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/115807510873210252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=115807510873210252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115807510873210252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115807510873210252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2006/09/boreddddddddddddddd.html' title='Boreddddddddddddddd...'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-115789031058492900</id><published>2006-09-10T21:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:18:35.276+10:00</updated><title type='text'>XXXX Beer steamboat</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;XXXX Beer steamboat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/DSCF2830.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/DSCF2830.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read a friend's blog saying that the beer steamboat was invented by my housemates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite upsetting to know that my poor daddy came all the way from Gold Coast to Ipswich with mummy &amp; my brother, brought the whole steamboat thingy along with lots of chicken &amp;amp; cabbages and went through all the preparations infront of us &lt;u&gt;just&lt;/u&gt; to show us how to prepare everything and also to introduce this &lt;strong&gt;4X beer as a soup base for steamboat method&lt;/strong&gt; to me &amp; my housemates to enjoy next time. And... &lt;u&gt;NO ONE&lt;/u&gt; actually gave him credit for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even journal articles has to have references beside them to show that you quoted something from that author's article. Doesnt anyone have the courtesy to do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since NO ONE is going to remember that &lt;u&gt;he was the one who first introduced&lt;/u&gt; this interesting method of using 4X beer as a soup base for steamboat method, I SHALL give him credit for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, I know you love me &amp; my friends, thats why you came all the way down here just to let my friends experience something new &amp;amp; interesting - something that they would never have thought of doing - putting 4X beer into a steamboat. But if some people dont acknowledge that you were the one who first introduced this method, it just goes to show how "appreciative" they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so disappointed in my friends. If you think I'm being childish, try putting yourselves into MY shoes and you'll know how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still dont get it, then you really need to read up on more social ethics!&lt;br /&gt;Either that, or your journal article referencing SUCKS to the MAX. Pissed off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-115789031058492900?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/115789031058492900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=115789031058492900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115789031058492900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115789031058492900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2006/09/xxxx-beer-steamboat.html' title='XXXX Beer steamboat'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-115781205066828611</id><published>2006-09-09T22:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T22:42:19.346+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking party @ unilink 08.09.06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Drinking party @ unilink - 8th August 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai... talking about that fateful night, I think I'd rather not go into details man. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in Unilink, including a couple of indooroo friends attended this drinking party organized by Johan! There seemed to be hundreds of xxxx beers, a few smirnoffs, a carton of wine and my all-time favourite bourbon coke! hahaha... Before this, we were all at Altitude visiting Ashley, Lina &amp; Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's SOME of the booze boOze BOOZE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/DSCF2830.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/DSCF2860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/DSCF2860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night went well &amp;amp; everyone had lots of fun lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everyone got drunk, some heat-on swimmers decided to try running across the Unilink swimming pool with its cover on! Which means, they'r supposed to try to run across the pool (on top of the mat cover) without falling into the waters. (The mat cover is used to cover the pool to prevent ducks from shitting inside the pool I think!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Winner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Hoon Shun Jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/P1000363.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/P1000363.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/P1000366.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" height="239" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/P1000366.0.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Runners-up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Danny Chen Zheng Yang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/P1000387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/P1000387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/P1000396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/P1000396.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Johan Kinnear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/P1000378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/P1000378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/P1000393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/P1000393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of them came up, they all ran to grab their jackets cause it was so damn freezing lah!&lt;br /&gt;I salute them man! Before this drinking party night, there was one occasion when my girl, G, also tried running across the pool with the mat on. Her housemates were the ones who instigated her to join in with their "craziness"! In the end, she also fell in! AND nearly pulled me in as well. Lucky for me and Kailin, we ran all the way home to protect ourselves! Cause after that, G's housemates wanted to drink shots of vodkha with her. That's why me and Kailin decided to disperse from the scene! The previous night, I already went drinking till I puked with Quentin, Marcus &amp; their friends already. It sucked! No no no... not another night for me! So, in the end, G came to my house all drunk &amp;amp; high - and puked too. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic, we were all going crazy after everyone got drunk la! Even Kailin got high &amp; drunk too man... hahaha!!! Who ask her to go and "tah" wine with G! *arbish*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Danny had to help G home cos she puked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailin got home and broke her facial cleanser made of glass.&lt;br /&gt;Got pork to come over to help her. "Ooooooooo... I still wonder what they did that night!" ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone else went home smashed &amp; all tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the red HOT TOMATO of the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/P1000405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/P1000405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next RED hot tomato~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/DSCF2854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/DSCF2854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The GROUPS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/DSCF2856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/DSCF2856.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/DSCF2858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/DSCF2858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lucky guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/P1000412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/P1000412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy bunch~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/P1000355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/P1000355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben. (far right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/P1000413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/P1000413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smashed bunch~ esp. the far right girl in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/P1000353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/P1000353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The SINGLE SHOTS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/DSCF2805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/DSCF2805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/DSCF2821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/DSCF2821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun. (plz ignore the external factor! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/DSCF2804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/DSCF2804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taro. (acting 'guai')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/P1000417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/P1000417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailin. (high~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/DSCF2820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/DSCF2820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johan (left) &amp;amp; Danny (right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/P1000404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/P1000404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Zhen. (my little ger!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/P1000426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/P1000426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson (beside the 'tomato')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/DSCF2792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/DSCF2792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was one hell of a great night! Good night for bonding too! hahahaha... There were 215 photos (from one camera) taken... I've yet to receive more photos from other cameras! So... till I've received ALL the photos from everyone, then I'll start selecting more photos for posting up on my blog alright? For now, just stick with me for awhile! Stay TUNED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos to be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer: Photos that were &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; uploaded here on that fateful night is censored by Cherish©&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-115781205066828611?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/115781205066828611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=115781205066828611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115781205066828611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115781205066828611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2006/09/drinking-party-unilink-080906.html' title='Drinking party @ unilink 08.09.06'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-115743589138601007</id><published>2006-09-05T15:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T15:58:11.396+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored Bored Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bored Bored Bored...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Guess what? I'm in uni blogging now. S-I-A-N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason? I'm waiting for my friend, Kailin to finish classes. As for my girl (G), she would be following SJ out to get his new car. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today I've just finished my Individual Social &amp; Non-Profit Marketing Presentation on the Queensland Transport Road Safety Campaigns that they held. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One was 'Campaign 300' - which emphasized more on implementing new rules &amp; regulations; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e.g. double demerit points for repeat speeding offenders and the other was the 'Driving Tired Campaign' which emphasized more on providing people with fatigue kits &amp; brochures, putting up huge signs on billboards like 'Every K over is a Killer' and advertisements on radio &amp;amp; television.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I cant believe I just remembered all that crap! I still can type more but I dont wanna go thru another hell outta typing &amp; shit... My god... One week before the Accounting Mid-sem exam on saturday till now, never had a night's of good rest!!@#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO DAMN TIRED NOW MAN. DAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailin's here now, gotta run to Ipswich Central to buy a crystal clear handphone cover for my precious Nokia 6280! Only $16!! hahahahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-115743589138601007?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/115743589138601007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=115743589138601007&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115743589138601007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115743589138601007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2006/09/bored-bored-bored.html' title='Bored Bored Bored'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-115729796399257223</id><published>2006-09-04T01:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T02:08:46.480+10:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm Gonna Miss You Forever"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sunday Blues~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored here I am... Just finished doing most of my Social &amp; Non-profit Individual Presentation for Tuesday. Well.. since I cant really concentrate now, I've decided to write out some thoughts. Glad to have friends around to talk to me. You guys know who you are! hehe... here are the ones who always talk to me on MSN - One always calls me "Queen Mel", the other is my new BRO &amp;amp; the other one is related to that special someone. Not forgetting the other one who always comes online to look for me &amp; wait for me. Thanks guys. Really appreciate it! With friends like all of you, my life has taken for a brighter turn! Although I'm not fully recovered, but I'm improving, arent I? hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the other lovely friends I have, who are namely my lovely housemates, my best girl &amp;amp; the girl who always teaches me accounting! Thanks guys... I love you all so much! We all must go out during the mid-sem break ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In regards to the girl who always teaches me accounting, I owe you a treat k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; my girl (G) &amp;amp; Jasmine studied for the accounting mid-sem exam on from fri afternoon till the start of the exam on sat morning at 8am. Please dont ask me how I survived it.&lt;br /&gt;It was disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of them like, Shunjie &amp; Kailin were playing friendster &amp;amp; doing their own things cause they had nothing to do. Kailin had to help me &amp; Jeannette with our accounting sometimes though. Shunjie as usual, was quiet, listening to his songs... Esther, on the other hand, (who was sitting beside me), HAHA.. both of us kept getting distracted cos we kept gossiping and stuff! LOL. she only wrote 2 sentences of her essay in like, 2 hours? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics the all of us studying the uni lab looks like... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if you think it looks REAL or FAKE? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. Serious in thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/Image008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/Image008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther. I specifically asked this girl to pretend to study, she do this kinda pose!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahah! Now, this one was taken DISCREETLY by kailin!&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Esther started making noise after she found out. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine. Mmmm... looks real?&lt;br /&gt;She practically can set up her own hair saloon.&lt;br /&gt;Cos she started tying her hair into braids when she got bored! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailin. As for this one ar.. she was practically doing nothing all the way!&lt;br /&gt;She even requested for this 2nd pic cos the previous one wasnt nice enough! &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeannette (G) - my girl.&lt;br /&gt;THIS girl ar.. wah kaoz.. I had to &lt;u&gt;force&lt;/u&gt; her to sit down&lt;br /&gt;AND pose for this pic!!! Before this AND after this shot,&lt;br /&gt;She was practically jumping around the room,&lt;br /&gt;scribbling on the whiteboard of the lab, singing for the whole THREE HOURS,&lt;br /&gt;AND the rest of us had to treat it as "music to our ears!?!"&lt;br /&gt;This one also deserves a - &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%!@#$"&gt;!@#$%!@#$&lt;/a&gt;!@#!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai.. I recorded videos of her 'moment of craziness' man..&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to put it on a server and upload it here. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am listening to this song on repeat now... think its very nice!&lt;br /&gt;Here are the lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'm Gonna Miss You Forever"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey Girl, I'm sad &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I heard that you were leaving &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can't go, you're my best friend &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sure gonna miss you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I always think about you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the time you're on my mind &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We played together you and I &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't believe that its true &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I have to see you leave &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're the only one for me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My girlfriend, my best friend &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna see you go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just wanna let you know that I have a crush on you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't wait no longer girl To say what I feel &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna miss you forever &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna miss you girl &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gonna miss you girl &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna miss you forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna miss you girl &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gonna miss you girl &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first time that I saw you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I knew it from the very start &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You had a place deep in my heart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't believe that it's true &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now it's time for you to leave &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Baby I just can't believe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My girlfriend, my best friend &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna see you go &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just wanna let you know that I have a crush on you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't wait no longer girl To say what I feel &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna miss you forever &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna miss you girl &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gonna miss you girl &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna miss you forever &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna miss you girl &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gonna miss you girl &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You and me together &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl, I'll wait forever &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's only the matter of time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Coz I never wanna see you go &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just wanna let you know &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I can't wait no longer girl To say what I feel &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna miss you forever &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna miss you girl &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gonna miss you girl &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna miss you forever &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna miss you girl &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gonna miss you girl &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna miss Gonna miss you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- Aaron Carter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I listen to this song... on my mind, right at this moment, I'm thinking of 2 girls.&lt;br /&gt;(pls leave out the - "I just wanna let you know that I have a crush on you". haha)&lt;br /&gt;One was one that I really really loved &lt;u&gt;before&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The other one is the one I have right with me &lt;u&gt;now&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I hope we'll be together till the end. Unlike the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I miss the one that has left me &amp;amp; I'll cherish the one who's with me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending post for tonight. *winkz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... Looks the same? They're TWINS. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Baobei girl &amp;amp; My Baby Henry (given by that special HIM).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-115729796399257223?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/115729796399257223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=115729796399257223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115729796399257223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115729796399257223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-gonna-miss-you-forever.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m Gonna Miss You Forever&quot;'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-115632572208756637</id><published>2006-08-23T18:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T19:49:33.236+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmanuel's 26th birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Emmanuel's 26th birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[5th August 2006]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a belated celebration cause the previous week, everyone was too busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry bro, now then I realised that I havent posted the pics for your birthday yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you've had a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY! One year older, One year wiser! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only uploaded some from my camera. Too many to post la!&lt;br /&gt;Hehe... Here they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lucky bdae boy &amp; the girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/1.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/1.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good ol' Band of Brothers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/2.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/2.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the GOOD ol' band of brothers??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/4.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/4.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are gettin' out of hand hereeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/3.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/3.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl saved the day! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/5.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/5.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the one-on-one pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel Me --------------------------------- Grace &amp;amp; Emmanuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/7.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/7.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/8.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/8.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel &amp; Jeannette -------------------------------- Grace &amp;amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/9.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/9.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeannette &amp; Me --------------------------------- Grace &amp;amp; Jeannette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/11.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/11.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jael &amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynette &amp;amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending posts for Emmanuel's bdae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/6.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/6.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party &amp; dinner, we all went to Wileen's place to visit &amp;amp; play with Maya, their cute little fuzzy-wuzzy puppy, a cocker spaniel. The dearest little thing you could find!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I saw Wileen's &amp;amp; Lailai's cocker spaniel, I realised how adorable it was, compared to other ugly ones I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me wonder whether I would get a chance to see Jackie, HIS cocker spaniel too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-115632572208756637?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/115632572208756637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=115632572208756637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115632572208756637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115632572208756637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2006/08/emmanuels-26th-birthday.html' title='Emmanuel&apos;s 26th birthday'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-115632133606093410</id><published>2006-08-23T16:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T18:32:03.626+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Just before it withers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Just before it withers...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures I took of myself to keep in memory of how beautiful my red roses looked at full bloom before they enter into the next stage - wither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;u&gt;KNOW&lt;/u&gt; I still havent dried them! But I cant bear to at the moment alright!!! !@#$%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S These photos were taken using my new &lt;u&gt;2.0 mega-pixel NOKIA 6280&lt;/u&gt; okay!&lt;br /&gt;Hehe... check out how &lt;strong&gt;clear&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;non-pixelated&lt;/strong&gt; the photos are!&lt;br /&gt;Just loving it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pictures taken in my NEW bedroom... Harvard Unit 7 Room 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/Cute%20little%20him.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/Cute%20little%20him.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/In%20my%20bedroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/In%20my%20bedroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind is my built-in cupboard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/Me%20&amp;amp;%20My%20roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/Me%20%26%20My%20roses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resting on a &lt;strong&gt;Bed of roses&lt;/strong&gt;... remember that song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/Kiss%20of%20a%20rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/Kiss%20of%20a%20rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/a.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/a.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little creamy the bear &amp; a kiss planted on my biggest rose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/On%20my%20beddie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/On%20my%20beddie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/b.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/b.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the pics of how I designed my room...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now these pics were taken using my &lt;u&gt;5.0 mega-pixel canon camera (digital ixus-i)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clarity&lt;/strong&gt; is even better! haha... I reduced the sizes of all the pics though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My table and my wall... everyone wants to steal the last pic on my calendar! - $100 note.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The $100 was &lt;u&gt;one&lt;/u&gt; of the lucky momentos from the casino's winnings... haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/a.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/a.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/e.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/e.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/b.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My decorations &amp;amp; bed...&lt;/em&gt; My lava lamp, babies &amp; self-designed photo frame made from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/c.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/c.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/f.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/f.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures I took the day before with my dearest friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my bedroom &amp;amp; at the staircase...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/1.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/1.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/4.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/4.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Papa Josh-ier &amp; Pimp Daddy Wilson in their rooms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/2.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/2.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/3.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/3.3.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/3.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my Baobei Jeannette (GG)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/5.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/5.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/6.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/6.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With dearest Kailin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/7.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/7.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/8.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/8.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the 3 of Us Musketeerz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/9.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/9.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for some ending posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us lazing around for a DVD session! hehehe... (no-makeup wor!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/c.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/c.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/d.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/d.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we're all going to have another DVD session!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!!! Sian man... BUT, Life is always full of surprises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-115632133606093410?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/115632133606093410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=115632133606093410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115632133606093410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115632133606093410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-before-it-withers.html' title='Just before it withers...'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-115609998183227674</id><published>2006-08-21T03:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T18:42:01.620+10:00</updated><title type='text'>EKKA Brisbane Funfair 18.08.06</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;EKKA Brisbane Funfair 18.08.06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm abit too tired &amp; quite lazy to type out the whole entire affair now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.. here are some pics we took! Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favourite pic of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/1.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/1.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me hugging my new baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeannette (GG) &amp;amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/4.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/4.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY G said: I look so pretty in this photo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/3.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesnt know its bcos of her, that I smile so lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from the left) Jael, MY G, Kailin, G's Spongebob &amp;amp; Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/5.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/5.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailin attempting to suffocate my baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/6.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Moo-Moo's"... haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/7.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/7.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine ppl actually wanted pictures with us??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet is a little bad at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;So I shall continue posting more photos that we took later on k?&lt;br /&gt;That is, if MY G, remembers to pass the rest of those from her camera to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this is one of the many photos we took for the NDP post.&lt;br /&gt;Had problems uploading it to that particular post.&lt;br /&gt;But here it is, as promised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/S"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/S%27pore%20Always%202.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-115609998183227674?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/115609998183227674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=115609998183227674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115609998183227674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115609998183227674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2006/08/ekka-brisbane-funfair-180806.html' title='EKKA Brisbane Funfair 18.08.06'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-115609443631019432</id><published>2006-08-21T03:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T16:48:52.133+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A dozen of Red Roses for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A dozen of Red Roses for Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm still in my pyjamas... Cause I received it while I was still in bed!&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I'd take a photo of the exact surprise in the exact situation I was in. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received this lovely surprise gift yesterday from someone in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping &amp; suddenly Papa Josh knocked on my door and came into my room carrying this bouquet of red roses with a bear &amp;amp; a card attached to it. Shocked &amp; surprised I was. I read the card and found out who it was. All the way from someone in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa Josh told me that he was about to go and have a bath when he suddenly saw a courier van pull up infront of our house. Then a man walked out carrying a bouquet of red roses. He immediately guessed it was for me and truly enough, the man knocked on the door. Papa Josh answered it &amp;amp; received it for me. Haha... thanks ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... first time I've ever received so many flowers before. Especially when receiving them first thing in the morning! Now I'm wondering when should I start drying them? Worse thing is, I have never tried drying them before. If I could, I would invent some "magical water" for people to keep their flowers fresh forever! hehe... guess that wouldnt be happening. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I do appreciate flowers, especially tulips &amp; roses, alot. Soft toys are also the cutest little things that do melt my heart. But I guess I'm just not ready enough for all this to be happening... It seems to good to be true. Its been a long long time since I've had this kind of special gifts from a special someone. He said he'll wait for me. But I'm just not ready for another relationship just yet... But I'm glad he understands. Thank you once again for the lovely gift. I really appreciate it alot and I am fully aware of your love for me. I cant give you promises, but I hope you'll give me time... I need alot of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your love, care, patience &amp;amp; understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Time will reveal everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-115609443631019432?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/115609443631019432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=115609443631019432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115609443631019432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115609443631019432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2006/08/dozen-of-red-roses-for-me.html' title='A dozen of Red Roses for me'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-115583304741291822</id><published>2006-08-18T02:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T02:44:07.423+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing a love song for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sing a love song for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time i must say goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;i feel so down inside&lt;br /&gt;every night all i can do is think of you&lt;br /&gt;you stole my heart away&lt;br /&gt;didn't know how true romance can be until now&lt;br /&gt;didn't know why lovers cry&lt;br /&gt;couldn't wait to see your smiling face anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time you must face the restless world&lt;br /&gt;do you remember me&lt;br /&gt;and whenever you need a gentle word&lt;br /&gt;why don't you call me up&lt;br /&gt;i'm the one for you when things get rough and so hard&lt;br /&gt;don't you know just what i mean&lt;br /&gt;couldn't wait to hear your endless dreams come to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing a love song for me&lt;br /&gt;sing for me a song romantic&lt;br /&gt;make happiness happen&lt;br /&gt;sing a love song for me&lt;br /&gt;sing for me a song romantic&lt;br /&gt;and leave loneliness alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time i wanna say good luck to you&lt;br /&gt;i hope you hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;every night all i can do is see you through&lt;br /&gt;you set my heart free&lt;br /&gt;didn't know how true love walks with me until now&lt;br /&gt;didn't know how high we fly&lt;br /&gt;couldn't wait to see your smiling face anymore&lt;br /&gt;sing a love song for me&lt;br /&gt;sing for me a song romantic&lt;br /&gt;make happiness happen&lt;br /&gt;sing a love song for me&lt;br /&gt;sing for me a song romantic&lt;br /&gt;and leave loneliness alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specially for that special someone in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;This song was made out of tears.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that one day I'll be able to sing it for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tears drop*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-115583304741291822?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/115583304741291822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=115583304741291822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115583304741291822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115583304741291822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2006/08/sing-love-song-for-me.html' title='Sing a love song for me'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-115567189602783791</id><published>2006-08-16T05:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T03:31:02.393+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A confused Individual</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm changing... changing to become a confused individual.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, someone told me that he loved me. All the way from Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have rejected two men when I was still with my loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's been so long since someone said that he loved me.&lt;br /&gt;Today, he said it once more.&lt;br /&gt;Strange, but why dont I feel anything? Is it because I still havent let go of my past?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it something or someone else...?&lt;br /&gt;He wants me to give him a chance to go after me, to care for me, to love me, to protect me and promises to give me happiness. But I just cant make a decision at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I just told him to give me some time to sort out the broken pieces of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess time would tell. or would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after talking on the phone to a new best friend of mine, I felt much better with all the troubles &amp; worries going on in my head. I seem to be able to talk to her about everything...&lt;br /&gt;My love life, to uni life, to schoolbooks, to friendships, gossips &amp;amp; even our new past-time - clubbing &amp; drinking. lol. She's been the light of my life ever since the first time I saw her. Someone who can listen to me, let me confide in her, someone for me to laugh with, cry with and hug to sleep at night... But what are these 'other feelings' of mine for her that I cannot describe? Is it something more than just a friend... or is it something less... I miss her all the time. Think of her everywhere I go, wanna meet her after classes &amp;amp; am willing to wait for her to finish her classes even after I'm done with mine. Why? Just so that I could walk home with her after her classes! Sounds familiar? Yup... it was something I used to do for HIM when me and HIM were still dating last year. Now, during the night, when we go back to our own homes, I still miss her as much too... even though she's just a few houses away. I smile whenever I see her, laugh at every one of her jokes &amp; enjoys her companionship whenever, whereever... But tonight, somehow, I felt hurt when she told me she'll choose someone else if she were a 'guy'. Is this normal or is it just me. She told me that tonight, I sounded different... in the good sense, especially when I spoke chinese to her. But deep down on the inside, its still me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember me this way ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll cherish the moments we spent together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/Me%20&amp;amp;%20G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/Me%20%26%20G.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna say, "you looked wonderful that night".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if anyone is to misunderstand our love we have for each other, its &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; what you're thinking ok. Its purely a very close friend kind of love. Something which even I cant articulate in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day we saw each other, it seemed that we've known each other for a hundred years. That's all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss you right at this moment... today, tomorrow &amp;amp; always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-115567189602783791?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/115567189602783791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=115567189602783791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115567189602783791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115567189602783791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2006/08/confused-individual.html' title='A confused Individual'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-115512616159017067</id><published>2006-08-09T22:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T18:39:27.860+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy National Day Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy National Day Singapore! You're finally 41 years old.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger than my parents a few years though. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, older than me by 20 years! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, in one of the University labs, watching NDP on webcast live (using the projector screen ah!) with all my fellow sporean uni friends. Haha... obviously I aint concentrating on it. WHY? BECAUSE! it keeps buffering and buffering once in awhile! so annoying.. so I'd rather just sneak a peek once in awhile when I hear something interesting going on. Haha. Strange... the main reason why the all of us are here is to watch the NDP. BUT as far as I know... most of the girls here are watching NDP, most of the guys are playing warcraft, and the rest are using the computers here. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon today, the whole group of Sporeans here walked all the way to the 'University of Queensland' signboard to take a BIG group photo for National Day. Charmaine organised this so that she could post the photos online at the Yahoo NDP section - where other people from Spore have posted theirs to support Spore too! Patriotic girl, I would say she is! She'll probably be the first female president of Singapore in future! - supported by the rest of Unilinkers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(One of the many photos that we took have been posted on the EKKA post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well... all's been going well for me so far. It seems that everything's been turning out for the better! The person I hate most now is GONE from the face of "our community in Brisbane", my new laptop should be coming pretty soon (when I do find time to go and choose it with daddy &amp; mummy), the new car should be arriving as soon as dad sells off the old car, and I've finally rented out 1 of my 2 houses so I need to pay rent for only 1&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;house now! Mwahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For tonight's dinner, I cooked a feast for everyone - Papa Josh, Pimp daddy Wilson, Jeanette &amp;amp; Kailin. Well... the reason why I havent cooked a proper meal for so long was because I was demoralized. I usually cook for me and my loved one. But now that he's not here anymore, I only have to cook for myself - which I dont feel motivated to cook proper meals for. Therefore, I always eat my favourite "chu qian yi ding" maggi noodles with ingredients. Unhealthy huh? But I'm used to cooking for HIM, eating with HIM, motivated to cook herbal soups, meat, vegetables &amp; rice for HIM and most of all, look at his happy face whenever he eats my cooking. Ever since he moved out to Indooroopilly, I have stopped cooking altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it was a new start, bought alot of groceries for the first time this semester. I'll be cooking for myself, my daddies &amp;amp; my new found friends. The feast I cooked up was - rice, prima spore curry chicken, eggs with long beans and caixin with mushrooms. Kailin volunteered to cook minced pork with mixed vegetables! Its a simple meal, but there were a &lt;u&gt;few&lt;/u&gt; of the things I used to cook for HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really wonder how is HE doing? Does he know how to cook for himself or does he always eat out cause he's lazy to cook? He seriously only knows how to cook instant or premixed foods only. Sigh. I do care about him so much, I wish I could do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. NDP is finally over. Now I guess there's gonna be more photo-taking sessions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just forgotten to add something... my loved one actually came to speak to me about an ex-best friend whom I hate (because of our personal reasons) now. He read my mind like a book &amp; tried explaining to me. About the complications between me &amp;amp; her, about our conflicts &amp; my reasons for hating her. After much reasoning &amp;amp; explaining from him &amp;amp; after answering most of the question marks in my head, I've decided to let this "friend" off for now. I know he doesnt want me to act rashly, if not he wont come and speak to me. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to you, on &lt;u&gt;your&lt;/u&gt; account, my dear. for once. I told you before, if there's anything you dont like, I'll try to change, and I would. Even if I'll be a little stubborn at first. You know that later on, I'll still be ok. And I know you know that you're the only one in this world whom I will have a soft spot for. In simpler terms, you know I'll listen to you. If not, you wont even attempt speaking to me. As much as you said, you know me like the back of your hand, the same goes for me too Jayen. I'm just a little stubborn, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the day, when you say 'one', I wont ever dare to say 'two'. Ask yourself why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you'll read deeper into my thoughts once more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-115512616159017067?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/115512616159017067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=115512616159017067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115512616159017067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115512616159017067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-national-day-singapore.html' title='Happy National Day Singapore'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-115426896013234902</id><published>2006-07-31T00:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T00:41:30.770+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fading like a flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fading like a flower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now... I'm talking to her on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why do I keep having to swallow back my tears...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were just good friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or have we gotten to the stage where I would shed tears for her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside, there's a pain in my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she feel it too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just lost my car today. 3 hours ago. All the lovely memories goes with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I had the car, I would drive all the way up just to see her smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or even if its just to give her a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the new car comes... I'll just be stranded on an 'Island of Misery'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I woke up late... the person whom I thought was most closest to me, rather apologise to someone new and even promised her hugs later on when she's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after my parents left with the car... I told him about my worries.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt need him to solve the problem for me. But just for him to hear me out.&lt;br /&gt;All he told me was, "you got yourself into this sh*t, you clear it up yourself."&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was just the usual comforting words from him. But that was what I got...&lt;br /&gt;So I replied, "well said".&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, he gave someone else a good night hug, excluding me.&lt;br /&gt;And I went home. demoralised &lt;u&gt;the second time&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm glad that you're happy with your new found princess too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm your princess no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left all alone - buried with pain &amp; worries with no one to tell to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, it'd be my first step as a normal 'civilian'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be walking to uni for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/3.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-115426896013234902?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/115426896013234902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=115426896013234902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115426896013234902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115426896013234902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2006/07/fading-like-flower.html' title='Fading like a flower'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-115411622645402139</id><published>2006-07-29T04:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T06:11:55.276+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My outing for the semester</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;My first self-organised 3-in-1 outing for the semester!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start it off. How did I come up with this idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. There wasn't anything to do - totally bored. So I thought I'd organise a gathering for everyone to just meet, chill out &amp; relax! Thankfully, everyone was practically &lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt;. Of course, this is just the &lt;strong&gt;start&lt;/strong&gt; of the semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never expected so many people to turn up at the outing today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be a dinner at sunnybank + movie + coffee at milton outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out to be a dinner at sunnybank + playing of pool &amp;amp; billiard + coffee at milton outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how some of the pool events went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that pose. *Grinz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson always looking good as usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a true-born professional huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's see who turned up &amp; who didnt...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Firstly, I did &lt;u&gt;want&lt;/u&gt; to call a friend along.. but because of the current situation, I couldnt... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nicole couldnt make it in the end because of her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- William had to rush to an urgent meeting at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Emmanuel agreed to come but didnt pick up his hp. (steady ur head ah!) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quentin, Marcus &amp; Chris couldnt make it for the dinner but tried contacting me after that and I obviously didnt hear my hp ring and so... they went to play mahjong! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Leslie, Zailiang and the rest couldnt make it for the dinner but came for the coffee at milton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot the difference. (Hehehe...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He suffered alot (in the cold) for the 2nd picture - to &lt;u&gt;look&lt;/u&gt; good. heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he definitely looks alot more charming now..&lt;br /&gt;With the new coloured hair that matches his tanned skin &amp;amp; all... *lol*&lt;br /&gt;Btw... thanks for the treat yah! Next time treat u back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Leslie's and Zailiang's brought a few of their friends along too (nice people they are!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uncle Lawrence is finally back with us too! Missed him soo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Taro &amp; Esther definitely comes with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that... Esther's bf was providing massaging services for people... and one of them was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson. "Hmmm..." He looks constipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jonathan (Pork) brought his cousin, Aison Tan along with him too. Haha... Aison Tan. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Guess who we saw at Milton too? Wileen &amp;amp; Edwin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Not forgetting some other familiar faces too. (forgotten their names though! -_-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Papa Josh went to pick Ashley and her gf up from their place to where we were at Milton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/88.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/88.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Of course, whereever we go, Pimp daddy &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; "pops" around too right? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/66.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/66.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the picture we &lt;u&gt;actually&lt;/u&gt; wanted... (=_=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/77.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/77.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This includes the Unilink-ers &amp; Cumquat-ers: Pei Juan, Shaun, Jeanette, Johan &amp;amp; Shun Jie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Group Shot for the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when there's 2 mad girls &amp; a sleepy driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/f.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/f.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess duckie &amp;amp; elmo found their "nesting ground" on Papa Josh's head. *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/d.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/d.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/g.jpg" width="324" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... the rest wants to join in as well! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/e.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/e.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wonder... is Papa Josh awake or asleep when he's driving my car? *Hmmz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The partners in crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking abt Elmo &amp; Cookie monster though. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ciao for now~!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving my new 'glowing' dices~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to Shaun for the lovely 21st bdae gift! (all the way from Spore!) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cant wait for the Dance Party @ Family on Thursday (3rd August 2006) to arrive!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-115411622645402139?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/115411622645402139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=115411622645402139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115411622645402139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115411622645402139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-outing-for-semester.html' title='My outing for the semester'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-115402158533204738</id><published>2006-07-28T03:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T23:58:01.693+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Its just me.</title><content type='html'>Thinking back on the good old times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on the memories we had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the favourite photo we both loved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/Jess%20&amp;%20Mel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/Jess%20%26%20Mel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the holiday you spent together with me... &amp;amp; u're the &lt;u&gt;first&lt;/u&gt; friend to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the precious memories we spent in my car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is just like a fresh bouquet of tulips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat it with care &amp; it'd flower beautifully for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting about it for just one day would be enough for it to wither &amp;amp; fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-115402158533204738?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/115402158533204738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=115402158533204738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115402158533204738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115402158533204738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-just-me.html' title='Its just me.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-115399530723691990</id><published>2006-07-27T20:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T03:34:11.426+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New semester, New lessons learnt.</title><content type='html'>The new semester has started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm... for this semester, I would be taking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Accounting for decision making (ACCT1101)&lt;br /&gt;- Social and Non-profit marketing (MKTG2507)&lt;br /&gt;- Communication networks (COMU3004)&lt;br /&gt;- Working in Teams (MGTS3611)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... clearing all my core courses first before I start doing my electives I guess. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a tuition teacher for Accounting - anyone available? A candy for any volunteer! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm trying to repair the wireless connection on my laptop so that I'm able to use internet through wireless. My laptop is OLD. So please spare the criticisms guys... I WILL get a new laptop soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'd be the - &lt;a href="http://www.sony.com"&gt;Sony VAIO® &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme introduce a couple of the VAIO's I'm targeting at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VGNFJ68GP VAIO 14.1"&lt;br /&gt;SMALL BUSINESS NOTEBOOK&lt;br /&gt;$1,999.00 AUD inc. GST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/fj58gp-600-main4.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="238" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/fj58gp-600-main4.8.jpg" width="344" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;NEW Sony VAIO® VGN-AR170 Series&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$1729.99 AUD&lt;br /&gt;17" display with standard Microsoft® Windows® XP, Intel® Centrino® Duo mobile technology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/AR190G.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/AR190G.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/AR190G.6.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till it comes, my days living without wireless would be miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment is all I can say in a good friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could trust a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Helped her &amp; put my friendship at risk.&lt;br /&gt;But alas, the promises given were broken.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, the trust has shattered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I'll just have to go back to being self-interested - Adam Smith.&lt;br /&gt;Which means, putting my self-interests in first priority.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that everytime I put others into consideration, not only does it &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; benefit me, but it puts me in a very difficult spot too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pimp daddy said, &lt;em&gt;"never trust anyone and you should think for yourself first before thinking for others"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup... It'd be hard cause it's &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; ME to be so self-interested.&lt;br /&gt;But if I dont, I'll just get myself into alot more deeper sh*t...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not angry or anything like that... But just plain disappointed cause I guess she doesnt even know or realise what consequences her friend could go through because of her rash actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of tears &amp;amp; all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its all good. I'm washing my hands off everything from now on.&lt;br /&gt;Cause thankfully, that someone whom I should have been loyal to, has given me another chance to prove to him that I can be his &lt;strong&gt;little princess&lt;/strong&gt; and not lose his trust in me once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing more &amp;amp; more friends whom I can trust is very disheartening.. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Whom can I trust? Possibly... a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namely... &lt;strong&gt;Myself&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-115399530723691990?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/115399530723691990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=115399530723691990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115399530723691990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115399530723691990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-semester-new-lessons-learnt.html' title='New semester, New lessons learnt.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-115340068147064499</id><published>2006-07-20T21:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T01:36:45.526+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My bloggie has relived, so have I.</title><content type='html'>Its been 5 months since I've last posted a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself, there wasn't anything happy to write about anymore since my loved one is not with me. Therefore, I just stopped posting completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only now that I've recovered a little that made me come to realise that even if he's not with me anymore, I still can continue talking about my life, its ups and downs, and share it with him indirectly still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully he's smart enough to remember I still have a blog, which I created when we were together. To blog about our life. 5 months ago, this blog was for me to blog whenever I'm upset with him. Afterwhich, he would automatically go to my blog to find out what's wrong with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, it shall only be my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, in my Indooroopilly house. Well.. I'm supposed to be studying for my supplementary exam now. But here I am, typing away because I cant concentrate. &lt;strong&gt;Distractions&lt;/strong&gt; is the word to articulate my thoughts in summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is full of worries and procrastinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Firstly, my uni courses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the grading of my supp paper to determine whether I can take courses in St Lucia is definitely not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secondly, my job at Vodafone Brisbane International Airport.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad isnt happy with the unearthly shift hours, so it's gone. Now, I'm just waiting for the Myer job to work as a cosmetician. Or maybe even in Louis Vuitton or the upcoming boutique at GUCCI?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thirdly, whether I should shift into:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Campus Street, Indooroopilly &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OR &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;continue staying at Unilink Village?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the biggest worry. Now I'm just letting my supp paper decide for me. Currently, 2 of my core courses I'm taking in Ipswich. If I can pass the supp paper, I'll take the other 2 courses in St Lucia and shift into indooroopilly for the rest of this semester. If I dont, I'll take the other 2 courses in Ipswich and move over to stay with Joshua &amp; Wilson again. But underneath all this, there's more to it than meets the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told everyone that I wanted to be a city girl. "I want to move to the city!" was what I said. Now I own both houses at Indooroopilly &amp;amp; Unilink Village. I just have to make up my mind about where do I really want to stay at? Or should I say, more feasible for me to stay at? Now, I have the chance to stay in the city. Then what's holding me back? Is it because I feel that all my memories are back in Unilink? Or is it because I cant bear to leave Papa Josh, Pimp daddy Wilson &amp; the rest? Or is it just me trying to avoid seeing HIM? (because HE lives in indooroopilly too). I'm so confused. But. I have to make up my mind and make my own decisions. Cause that's what HE would have told me if I were to ask him the same question. "Baby-si, you're a big girl now. You must learn to make decisions on your own and not always rely on Darlyn-si to make them for you ok?" I said, "ok, I'll try".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I have to admit that, if we were still together, I would not even hesitate to move into Indooroopilly even if all 4 of my courses had to be in Ipswich. Silly me again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, another thing that's affecting my decision is also my personal promises with Jess Jess... We've made promises to each other that we'll do together after I move into Indooroopilly. That is also something that I'll wish to fulfill to her. I hope she'll realise how much I care for her. Because, I don't want her to misunderstand that I do not bother about her feelings nor do I want her to think that I dont care about her after today's happening. Deep down inside, I want her to know, from the bottom of my heart, that she's part of the reason why I was also put in a dilemma, because I really put our promises into consideration. That is why I am afraid to hurt her feelings... Babe, you're always in my heart. That's why I didnt think for your feelings... I'm sorry ok? *hugz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last but not least of my worries, my car.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad wants me to sell off my current car because it has started to give us problems and he wants to get me a new one instead. Which means, during the period of getting another new car, I would have no transport. Given myself being called "the princess", I know life would be hard on me without a car for a period of time because I have to travel between Ipswich Campus and St Lucia Campus for my uni classes all the time. Also, my future job in Brisbane city. Argh... I will miss my car &amp;amp; all the times me and HIM spent together in it. Not forgetting, I miss his car too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it has to go. Memories with it will always stay with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to my studying... (while thinking of him)&lt;br /&gt;and the exam is tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-115340068147064499?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/115340068147064499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=115340068147064499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115340068147064499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/115340068147064499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-bloggie-has-relived-so-have-i.html' title='My bloggie has relived, so have I.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-113921488734785851</id><published>2006-02-06T17:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T18:43:10.406+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad memories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/Till%20the%20end.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/Till%20the%20end.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt really have the time to post blogs in Singapore because I didnt have internet connection at home and I only could tap on other people's wireless connection! Guess I had too much activity outside and had no time to even think of posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here I am. Back in the boring Kingdom of Aussie-land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I back here?&lt;br /&gt;1. Because of my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;- he didnt like the idea of me being in Singapore after my parents are flying back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Because of my new car&lt;br /&gt;- dad bought me a new car for my 21st bdae in advance, it wouldnt be good to disappoint him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. To prove to my boyfriend that I can leave all my spore frens because of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know the feeling of him waiting for my call, waiting for me to come online everyday, while he was alone working at Australia in December. He has did so much for me, he told me he has done so many things for me to show that he loves me. Even more than what he does for any of his ex-gf's... Now is my turn to show him how much I love him. By showing through action. Cause only action would justify my words - I love him. I will never give up. Cause we still stand a chance to rekindle our love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know for one thing, is that if you love someone, there isnt a 'how many times u've tried or how many times u have given in, if you love someone, u'll just keep on trying &amp; trying...' Why? because u wanna be with him or her and u want him or her to be with u for the rest of ur life... I have told him this before and he knows it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I find that humans are very "jian". Not until they've lost it, would they realise that they should have cherished it at the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are both having a 'cooling off period' and we'll see how it goes when he comes back to Australia. A sad thing is, he seems to be deeply hurt by me. So I guess it would quite some time for him to accept our love once more... I can tell he still has feelings &amp;amp; love for me. But it has depreciated ever since that day I disappointed him by not listening to him. He had wanted to spend the new year countdown with me, chatting with me on the phone. But I chose to celebrate it with my friends... *sigh* why was I so stupid? To leave him all alone... Why didnt I know my top most priority? He's my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I used my own money to buy him a birthday present - a LV (Louis-vuitton) wallet. Because I know that new year must carry new stuff. And its a new beginning. He shouldnt keep old stuff and I dont like him using GUCCI. I like LV. I passed the present to him after meeting him up one night. We also had a long chat at my house. *sigh...* I wouldnt elaborate on this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was even an occasion at Double-o, I was actually holding a farewell party there. My friend suddenly ran over to tell me that he saw my boyfriend outside the queue going in already! I asked him, how did he know? He said he recognised him through the picture in my hp. Immediately, I ran outside double-o to look for him, but I couldnt find him. So I remembered that my boyfriend once told me that he used to frequent old-bar. So I went inside old-bar and walked around the whole damn place just to look for him. But to no avail, I still couldnt find him.. it was so frustrating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I went back upstairs to join my friends and tell them I couldnt find him. I asked my friend if he saw him walking inside our section. He said, no. But I didnt want to give up. I wanted to see my boyfriend so so badly... So I tried walking towards the end of double-o, towards the end of the bar counter. And... I saw him standing right before me. I was too shocked for words that I just stared at him... He suddenly stared back at me too.  I think he was equally as shocked. Our night started from here. We started chatting &amp; I introduced my god-sis Linda to him. Throughout the whole night, I didnt go back to my friends cause I stayed with him and his friends. I only knew recognised one of his friends Deyi. He kept asking us to drink! I was thinking to myself, so.. this is what he has been doing without me around... To cut the story short, after that my bf went to sit down on the couch. So I went to sit beside him. All the while, all I just wanted to do was to look at him and hold on to his once-loving hands... I looked into his red-eyes (due to drinking too much, as usual) and saw how upset they were... I know he would rather not see me, cause seeing me would mean causing him to be upset again... During our conversation, he started scolding me. I wouldnt go into detail. Then I cried... I couldnt control myself any longer. His friend, Deyi was dead drunk and my bf wanted to send me home. So after some time of waiting, my bf asked me to follow him to the toilet then we can leave. So we all followed him to the toilet. I had to wait in a very very long queue to get my handbag &amp;amp; shopping bags. When my bf came out of the toilet, he couldnt find me. So he called my hp and asked where was I. I told him I was queuing for my bags. Then he came to find me and queued with me... See how sweet he was... *sigh* After some time, the manager (whom I knew) came over and asked me if I was queuing for my bags, I said yes, and he asked me to follow him. Then I was allowed the priority to take my bags first! haha... I thanked him and me and my bf left double-o. The reason why my bf initiated sending me home was because 1 of them (Patrick) got angry and upset at me for clinging on the my bf and not accompanying them. Linda understood what was going on, so she helped me entertain my friends. The rest of them left for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after my bf made sure that Deyi was fine to go home himself, he asked me to follow him to one corner to have a talk. While having our talk, my friend who was angry at me (Patrick) kept sms-ing me angry words... saying that I shouldnt keep begging for my bf, said he was disappointed in me etc etc. Then my bf snatched my hp to see who was sms-ing me and read all the msgs he had sent. Immediately he got uptight and angry that my guy friend is sending these kind of msgs to me. He thinks that my guy friend isnt in any position to interfere in our relationship. So he called back my guy friend and fucked him... I could hear that they were quarrelling and fighting with words with each other. I was just helpless... They even wanted to engage in a fight. I quickly tried to stop my bf... and tried calming him down... and the best way was to let him let out all his anger. In the end, they both engaged in nasty sms-es. But luckily my guy friend stopped. So after another long talk, my bf decided to send me home. At the entrance of my condo, I insisted that he walk me in and send me all the way up to the doorstep. cause I dreaded walking past the swimming pool alone and go up the lonely lift... Also, I wanted to see him longer. So he asked the cab to wait for him and he sent me all the way up. In the lift, I  gave him a very long hug &amp; kissed him on his neck. I miss his smell... I smelt it all the way... Then we waved good-bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day before I left to Australia, all our Australia friends called me to go to MOS (Ministry of Sound) for a gathering and to party before I leave. But my bf said he couldnt go. And all the while, he was just nearby at Club St! *sigh* Anyway, I had bought him 2 shirts (one was a red fcuk shirt and the other was a white von dutch shirt) and being a christian, I still went all the way to loyang to queue TWO times (despite all the smoke, squeezing and crowd) to get a gold coin for him. I heard it was a coin to put in ur wallet for luck, prosperity &amp;amp; fortune. I also bought another type of coin for him which has red strings hanging from it... it also has meanings as well. All these I brought with me to MOS and passed them to him after I finished. He walked over to look for me. All our friends saw him and went to talk to him for awhile. Then I showed him what I got for him and told him what the coins were for and to put the coins into the LV wallet I gave him. Then he said he had to leave with his friends already cause all his friends were looking at us... So I gave him a long long hug and he hugged me back too. Then I kissed him one last kiss before he left with his friends... While I saw him walk away, I just broke down in tears... Luckily, I had my lovely friends (Patricia and the rest) to comfort me. All of them knew what was happening between us. In the end, they all brought me for supper and I had a long chat with Shou Yat, who actually had the same relationship encounters as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is all the memories I have left of my bf. Until he comes back to Australia. I hope that he can see how much I'm changing because of him. Anyway, I'm going to look for a job soon. To occupy my time and save up some money. I just wish for him to be happy. So in the meantime, he should deserve his time with his spore frens... When he's back, then would we look into our relationship again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u darlyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world, there is no place I'd rather be.. U are my life, my soul, my man. And through it all... I know u'll come to see that u're the one, till the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-113921488734785851?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/113921488734785851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=113921488734785851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/113921488734785851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/113921488734785851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2006/02/sad-memories.html' title='Sad memories...'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-113439852397666385</id><published>2005-12-12T23:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T00:42:04.013+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Singapore</title><content type='html'>Welcome back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniffs the humid yet familiar air of Singapore*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in Singapore on the 5th of December, 9pm - The day I left my dearest in Australia cause he needs to work until January then he will be able to fly back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My housemates - Joshua &amp; Wilson both gave me a pleasant surprise by appearing at the airport to fetch me! hehehe... As they said, "The west moreton guys should bring the west moreton princess out for supper on my first day in Singapore after TWO LONG YEARS!" Well, they planned to surprise me by fetching me from the airport &amp;amp; hiding till I appear. BUT... Wilson let the cat out of the bag by telling me that he'll see me at the airport! Hahaha... Wilson Wilson... As usual. Poor Joshua got pissed &amp; scolded Wilson! hahaha... so funny. But it would really have been a really pleasant surprise if i didnt know they were fetching me. Actually, in addition to this, Samuel also got inform me and told me that he heard from Michelle that Joshua &amp;amp; Wilson might be fetching me from the airport. I was shocked but he said not confirm. Until Wilson assured me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One week later (today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping and Ah Hao called me early in the afternoon at 1pm to wake me up and go drink coffee with him &amp; other frens! He bombed my hp &amp;amp; I still thought who it was! I was thinking to myself, who could be so daring to call me so many times &amp; first thing say, "eh! qi lai leh! wake up leh!" wah... actually it's no other than AH HAO. lol. I think he taking revenge on me cause last time I always suddenly stand in his room when he sleeping &amp;amp; give him a big shock when he wakes up to see me there! haha... So he drove down to pick me up in an hour's time and we all went to Tampines Century Square to meet Angela, Judy &amp; Kenny to talk cock &amp;amp; drink Coffee Bean! After that, Ah Hao drove us to Orchard and the rest left. Ah Hao parked his car at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Elizabeth's&lt;/span&gt; - which is Kamil's house (Jayen's &amp; Ah Hao's gd fren). We waited downstairs for somewhat like 15mins before he showed up! *phew* Ah Hao introduced Kamil to me &amp;amp; we shook hands. He said I had beautiful eyes! I guess its bcos of the blue contact lens I was wearing! hehe... Kamil is a friendly &amp; jovial + humorous guy! Very tall as well... Just like my darlyn. After that, the 3 of us walked to Far East shopping centre. I wanted to buy Johnsons &amp;amp; Johnson's baby cologne but I couldnt get any. Kamil brought me to 2 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guardian&lt;/span&gt; pharmacies, but to no avail. So I decided to get it another time! Then the both of them followed me around cause I wanted to shop. After awhile, we went to eat dinner. Then, we walked around again &amp; I spent an hour (as Kamil timed) in a particular shop. haha.. I bought so many clothes today! But this is not the end! I am definitely going to shop till I drop and make full use of these 3 months I have here in Singapore before I return to the boring Australia to study! In the end, Kamil went to meet another group of frens &amp;amp; Ah Hao wanted to go home. Because my mum was in Orchard area too, I decided to call her to tell her I was leaving with Ah Hao. She wanted to come along too. So me and Ah Hao waited for Mummy, Matthew (brother) &amp; Louis (cousin) to arrive before we left Orchard together. Then Ah Hao sent us home. Ah Hao said later maybe after picking Stelline (his gf), they might wanna come down to Punggol Nasi Lemak - an al fresco sporean favourite kopitiam to eat the fantastic &amp;amp; delicious nasi lemak they cook! It is only a 5mins walk away from my house. *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... today was such a activity-filled day. Now I'm back at home. Shag. Wonder if Ah Hao will be coming down here again to fetch me go eat supper! *Grinz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorrow I would be following Mummy to go Dye my hair, Cut it &amp; Re-style it! Hahaha... It's gonna cost her a bomb for my hair length! Feel like cutting shorter though. At my current hair length, its attracting too much attention already! I guess not many Singaporean girls have hair that reaches down to their butt like me! Oh well.. We shall wait &amp;amp; see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my darlyn so much... Wonder if he misses me too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he really watching Foxtel tv all the time over there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-113439852397666385?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/113439852397666385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=113439852397666385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/113439852397666385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/113439852397666385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-in-singapore.html' title='Back in Singapore'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-113284238411451437</id><published>2005-11-25T00:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T01:37:54.836+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Klub Kandy 21 Nov 05</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As u can see... the topic says what my post is gonna be all about! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glamour girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, today's post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Klub Kandy this time was the most boooorring one ever!&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... for the 2nd time in my clubbing life, I actually YAWNED...&lt;br /&gt;Omg... Nobody was drunk. Nobody drank much &amp; nobody danced much too. For the first time, I only drank like one bourbon coke and a tequila shot lor... and so did the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 tequila shots + lemons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0039.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua didn't go to Klub Kandy this time though... Heard so many reasons WHY he didnt go, but I wonder which of them is true? Anyway... at least this is the last clubbing gathering that Unilink will have before we all seperate next year! All of us are going back to spore liao.. so whether we still keep in contact will be another issue! Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I specially did up my nails for the clubbing too! Although one of them fell off... hahaha... too lazy to paint them... so just decided to paste them! Everyone called them "the chrome nails"! LOL... cause they were so silverish &amp; shiny. Well... I'm an image consultant, definitely, I have to produce something special dont I? *grinz* See if u can catch 'flashes' of my nails in these few photos~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My "blink blinks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0076.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0072.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0038.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0077.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the clubbing, me and darlyn, Nigel and Angela had to cross a barrier in order to get to the car. I was wearing a skirt lor... and as we were saying, it was so "unglam" to cross the barrier like that! Just as I was complaining about it, my darlyn suddenly ask me not to move &amp; stand still. So there I stood &amp;amp; he used both hands to carry me like a princess over the barrier! I was soooo surprised lor... Like my prince charming! so sweeet rite? hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken outside Klub Kandy, see his red face!!! - from drinking SO much beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0049.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we all proceeded to go for dinner &amp; Nigel opened the sun-roof and everyone put their hands up in the air! hahaha... I have a picture of that! Hahaha... I wonder what Ah Hao will think if he sees us doing this to his sun-roof when he's back in spore! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Put ur hands up in the Air!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0075.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was still a fun day. Although it was equally as boring. LOL. What am I talking about man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few photos from the club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0045.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0040.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0050.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0067.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0069.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0065.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0066.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0070.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0060.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0074.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am. A few days after Klub Kandy... staying over at Nigel &amp; Ah Hao's place again~&lt;br /&gt;Daddy went to Mont Blanc to give darlyn and the other staff training... he brought my younger brother along. I was sleeping! haiz.... my brother called me 4 times on my hp and I was still sleeping! Poor brother had to play alone at the arcade while waiting for daddy to train finish the staff, which was like from 10.30am to 3pm? silly me... sleep and sleep and sleep...&lt;br /&gt;Who ask me to watch DVD with Nigel until morning!!! LOL... me and Nigel everynite also cannot sleep one... its like insomnia lor... sipeh jialat... now I'm blogging cos I cant sleep lor... its so freaking early! 12am+ only... the night has just started man... *oops*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my darlyn is sleeping liao... he work whole day also tired la.. cause just now me, him and Nigel (after his work &amp;amp; dinner) went to catch a movie at South Bank - Flightplan. Its not bad! But I actually wanted to watch - Corpse Bride or Wolf Creek. In the end also watch what they want! Then u know what happened? They both fell asleep beside me at the starting of the show! They say not much action. One (Jayen) complained that he tired after work. The other one leh (Nigel), say he eat too much den full full den shiok liao can sleep!? Sumore, he nearly fell asleep on one of the China ger's shoulder beside him lor.. duh. Luckily they woke up awhile later to catch the show man. If not, I sure kill them ah! They insist on watching this show, in the end I'M THE ONE who is watching it all the way! haiz... Sumore, after that they still can say if it is the movie - SAW II (the gory one we watched recently) ah, they sure wouldnt sleep one! Cause starting part, they show the guy trying to dig his eye out for the key liao! hahaha... suckers! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, these are the pookies! -Nigel &amp; Jayen- Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Pookies"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0068.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. tomoro will be driving to Chinatown with Nigel to meet another Angela (surname: chiong) liao. Tired of blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a photo that I've just edited out of boredom! Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;A photo of me &amp; my darlyn~! - the words are what I "thought out" from Final Fantasy though~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/101_0103a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/101_0103a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nice???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what should I do after this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch FoxTel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disturb Nigel in the other room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me show u some 'ending pictures' - Just For Laughs - for today's post! HAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Uni Lab when 2 supposedly 'good friends' are studying for Internet Marketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 1: HE is studying...&lt;br /&gt;"hehehe... Make sure Colin thinking I studying hard. Later press him for tips!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Scenario 2: HE is studying equally as hard for the last exam as well...&lt;br /&gt;"Heh heh heh.. I'm gonna make Jayen do my past year paper for me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Both of them seem to work well with each other during exams... till...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario 3: After exams... this is what happens to 2 supposedly 'good friends'.&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck off lah, dont need u liao!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;These type of friends where to find??? Hard ah... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/1600/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5408/1672/320/IMG_0004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Colin &amp;amp; Jayen (outside Uni) - on the day of the last exam. Nice pose guys. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go eat supper sausages cooked by Nigel now~ tra la la~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a feeling that I'm gonna be soooo dead because of tonight's post! *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17367724-113284238411451437?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/113284238411451437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=113284238411451437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/113284238411451437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17367724/posts/default/113284238411451437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/2005/11/klub-kandy-21-nov-05.html' title='Klub Kandy 21 Nov 05'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743178320019916446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17367724.post-113241371416737935</id><published>2005-11-20T01:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T01:29:33.183+10:00</updated><title type='text'>SAW II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today is saturday and tommorrow is sunday. Monday would be klub kandy, a clubbing party for all asians in a 3 level disco! Cant wait to party~ hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here I am sitting in Ah Hao's room typing away... Me &amp; Darlyn have been here since yesterday. Decided to stay here for the weekend. So good to be spending time together in the heart of brisbane city instead of boring old ipswich! Me, Darlyn &amp;amp; Nigel just came back from watching a gory and very thrilling movie - SAW II.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go into furthur detail about this gory movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: georgia;" class="ch"&gt;Plot Outline:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Jigsaw locks a few unlucky people in a booby trapped shelter and they must find a way out before they inhale too much of a lethal nerve gas and die. But they must watch out, for the traps Jigsaw has set in the shelter lead to death also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="blk3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SAW II&lt;/em&gt; FACTS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Serial killer Jigsaw is back, only this time instead of locking up two people in a room, he's got eight victims. They're all complete strangers and must play a disturbing game to determine who, if anyone, survives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comment was made by a movie critic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/click/movie-1152222/reviews.php?critic=columns&amp;sortby=default&amp;amp;page=1&amp;amp;rid=1450309" class="movie-link" target="_blank"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Saw II&lt;/i&gt; -- better-acted than its predecessor, which isn't saying much -- is so gratuitously, sadistically violent, and to such little end, that it finally falls over dead on the far side of obscene."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The sadistic approach of the Jigsaw killer is still pretty impressive! Without telling you more, go watch it with some friends that will be able to tolerate blood in gallons and you'll be served! I give it a 9/10 for its originality, gory moments, interesting story and punch of action. It is rare to see a sequel that beats its predecessor but in this case, it does!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wonder what's the next movie I'm gonna watch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*cheeky grinz*&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/17367724-113241371416737935?l=melmories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melmories.blogspot.com/feeds/113241371416737935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17367724&amp;postID=113241371416737935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+x
