<?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-8781658392521999860</id><updated>2011-12-08T22:01:46.653-08:00</updated><category term='l'/><category term='伤心，，寻知己'/><title type='text'>Little miss amelia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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>345</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-6519280896085218835</id><published>2011-11-24T08:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T08:41:07.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendly and flirtatious</title><content type='html'>There is always time that you cant draw the line between friendly and flirtatious.&lt;br /&gt;It's always nice to be friendly but flirtatious only applies to certain people and certain situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intention behind is what differentiate the 2. But how and what is the measurement that differentiate the both is something to be learnt in the experience;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some always say you are too young to know people! But you never know how old is old and how young is young. 18 can be young but 15 is younger. When you are 18, the 20's says you know nothing. When you finally are a 20, 25 says the world is dangerous and yet you know nothing. So when was the right time to be not that young and not that old to know someone well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simple, approach them and you will know. Impression at first sight may always be wrong. Your mother know you well because you have been with her since born. Who could know you well if he/she is not the one that know u since you are born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime I can be wrong to say you are flirtatious and that you just look play boy! Prove me wrong if you could. After all, don't judge a book by it's cover isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But be caution! There are people with bad intention. Those that said you know nothing was because they went through the nothing and is about to tell you something. It's the something that make you nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, nothing, nothing! After being a nothing is just easier. That's how we are initially. Nothing~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-6519280896085218835?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6519280896085218835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=6519280896085218835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/6519280896085218835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/6519280896085218835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2011/11/there-is-always-time-that-you-cant-draw.html' title='Friendly and flirtatious'/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-7579406408818417603</id><published>2011-11-09T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T21:22:06.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jHXnIQETySI/TrtfLz8qZqI/AAAAAAAABBI/XRm1--g52go/s1600/kiss6_jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jHXnIQETySI/TrtfLz8qZqI/AAAAAAAABBI/XRm1--g52go/s320/kiss6_jpg.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life never being this drama before. Although the drama has not ended, at least, the gossip stops and life has never being this peaceful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't want the spotlight and attention? Sometime, I truly indulge in it. Cant believe the ability of me getting all the spotlights and attentions. Is it illusion or it's a test to tell me appreciate who truly love you? Because the consequence to bear by the end of the day is too big for one to bear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If true love is the sacrifice, would you take the risk and go on with it?&amp;nbsp; But at least this November is a peaceful November. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt that when some guys try to be good to you means they are getting something from you in return. There is always something they want in return. The higher the expectation, the higher you fall and the deeper it hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have listen to his advise. Shut that very door before it hurts you most. Left the memory behind the door is the best solution to all. Before the memories become nightmare, left it as it is. Some are not meant to be last. Some once miss, will never be back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that love you is the one that do anything for you and not expecting a payback. True love is too big for one to exchange for freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-7579406408818417603?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7579406408818417603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=7579406408818417603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/7579406408818417603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/7579406408818417603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2011/11/life-never-being-this-drama-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/-jHXnIQETySI/TrtfLz8qZqI/AAAAAAAABBI/XRm1--g52go/s72-c/kiss6_jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-1758472672740312148</id><published>2011-11-05T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T10:59:14.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>防人之心不可无。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-1758472672740312148?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1758472672740312148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=1758472672740312148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/1758472672740312148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/1758472672740312148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-8466831869891568075</id><published>2011-10-20T19:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:48:01.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been indulged in this for too long. Found what I am searching for after so long.&amp;nbsp; Actually&amp;nbsp; Simple Love is what I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-8466831869891568075?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8466831869891568075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=8466831869891568075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8466831869891568075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8466831869891568075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-have-been-indulged-in-this-for-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-2600175898356264339</id><published>2011-08-25T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T10:50:18.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eoB7bChLTb8/TlaLFSAlBeI/AAAAAAAABBE/WhYlHXvShRo/s1600/tuesdays-with-morrie-video-release-poster-c10120532.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eoB7bChLTb8/TlaLFSAlBeI/AAAAAAAABBE/WhYlHXvShRo/s320/tuesdays-with-morrie-video-release-poster-c10120532.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What's wrong with silence? Why is silence making you uncomfortable? It's a simple question that can change your day. Think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -Tuesdays with Morrie-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-2600175898356264339?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2600175898356264339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=2600175898356264339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/2600175898356264339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/2600175898356264339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2011/08/whats-wrong-with-silence-why-is-silence.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/-eoB7bChLTb8/TlaLFSAlBeI/AAAAAAAABBE/WhYlHXvShRo/s72-c/tuesdays-with-morrie-video-release-poster-c10120532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-1158140269543137277</id><published>2011-08-24T00:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T00:49:45.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Keep it as it is.&amp;nbsp; Do not make me cross the border line. It's hard when you say it's hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how, time will be the cure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-1158140269543137277?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1158140269543137277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=1158140269543137277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/1158140269543137277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/1158140269543137277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2011/08/keep-it-as-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-538947738291357201</id><published>2011-08-21T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T11:13:59.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FePFd23kna0/TlFKzXH0k1I/AAAAAAAABBA/GlUEVP2RqDw/s1600/araki01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FePFd23kna0/TlFKzXH0k1I/AAAAAAAABBA/GlUEVP2RqDw/s320/araki01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;It's time to choose&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-538947738291357201?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/538947738291357201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=538947738291357201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/538947738291357201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/538947738291357201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-time-to-choose.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/-FePFd23kna0/TlFKzXH0k1I/AAAAAAAABBA/GlUEVP2RqDw/s72-c/araki01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-8415179219281930016</id><published>2011-08-20T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T09:03:57.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lesson learned during the summer. No offence to the male. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things that girls should know and should know better when it comes to boy.&amp;nbsp; There are many types of boys but I classified it into 2. There is only play boy and boy that want to settle down (great nice but not necessary good looking guy). Open you eyes big girl when come to play boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play Boy.&amp;nbsp; Characteristic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They can spend a lot of time when comes to courting you and just to get your number. Once they got your number, they will ask for a date and follow by a fast progress of holding hand, hugging,kissing on the forehead, kiss on the mouth and even.. you know what happened next.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Above statement sounds like any other flirting process. What differentiate this and flirting is after getting you on the bed,that's when you realise his attention on you decrease and that's when you started to wanting to get his attention.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;You have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;Before you realise you have fall into the trap, you have been finished up by the tiger. That's when girls realise they fall for the boy and realise she got dump. The cons is too big for certain girls to handle it. Watch out because you don't know what happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great guy that wants to settle down. (1% out of the population) Characteristic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's the same for the first few stages. However, you will only start realising that he is not fooling when he could accept everything of you. Even when you feel ashamed to show it out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That's when you realise he started to give some commitment to you. When he started to know you more about your family, your future, your hobbies,etc. Everything about you matters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Pros&lt;br /&gt;This is true love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;Do not hurt him because you can never find another one like this. There are lots of Tom,Dick and Harry out there.&amp;nbsp; But he is the only 1% leave in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Only for reference. Different people has different view. It can vary for different girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-8415179219281930016?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8415179219281930016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=8415179219281930016' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8415179219281930016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8415179219281930016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2011/08/lesson-learned-during-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-2742852474400176511</id><published>2011-08-13T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T19:24:05.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>这是一个考验吧！考验着我感情路上的忠诚。要我学习如何满足，知足。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;机会只有一次。我想我对他太严格了。换成别人，应该早把我甩了吧？我想是时候对他付出多点，要求少一点。我的自私他都一一接受了。难道我不应该为他做多点吗。感情当然不能用谁付出得多，谁付出的少来衡量。不过，在这过程中我并没真真的用心体会。对他不公平。。 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想爱这个字-就是要爱他的全部吧。机会只有一次。没了，就没了。欣以，学会知足吧。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-2742852474400176511?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2742852474400176511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=2742852474400176511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/2742852474400176511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/2742852474400176511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-8497548707579498273</id><published>2011-07-08T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T21:41:19.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to find a JOB. It's a serious business I am talking over here. When I start thinking about the paperwork, the KIV file, the litigation file, Conveyancing file, etc etc, I could imagine my life. My very life being only between office and home. Fucking damn it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partly true that I am afraid of being question about something so deep and politic especially when I don't even wanna look at them. Remembering the day got into the law school. Ever since then,&amp;nbsp; I have no other way of going out that deep black hole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,as usual, am struggling between reality and dream. In reality,&amp;nbsp; I want money. No other way except doctor can get as much money as that. Status,reputation and those money!! It's like they are calling my name. Waving towards me. Thought hated the work,nonetheless struggling in between it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to have a work that involve creative thinking. All this job is all over the market. Newbies are also all over the market.&amp;nbsp; It's a saturated market. Not even a space for you to sneak in. Even if it does, there is no way that you are going make a big money. &lt;br /&gt;\&lt;br /&gt;It's like fucking damn it!!!! Working for money or working for interest. It's an obvious answer but remember, in life, money controls you. You like it or not, this is life. My needs doesn't stop at a Kancil or Camry.( sorry to say that) Just like when I got a x-Peria,the next thing I know is&amp;nbsp; I wanted I-phone so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fucking life with so many options and yet the greed within my heart controlled me so badly. LIFE,LIFE. Always end up the same way.( please do not advise me about god asking us bla bla..I don't like bullshit advice)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-8497548707579498273?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8497548707579498273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=8497548707579498273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8497548707579498273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8497548707579498273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-need-to-find-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-6298039311749009316</id><published>2011-07-08T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T07:38:01.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>routine and the fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DDS1Qi4w4nA/ThcUeAgIdqI/AAAAAAAABA8/1BuECukW3Es/s1600/routines.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DDS1Qi4w4nA/ThcUeAgIdqI/AAAAAAAABA8/1BuECukW3Es/s320/routines.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I actually started to be feared of the working life. We will always go through a stage when we thought when you start working, you&amp;nbsp;get all the freedom. However, recently, the thought changed. I wish i will never graduate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Started to have this sudden fear that life is going to be repeating the same thing, same work, same routine everyday. I have not even started to get old but I just couldn't stop this thought from coming in. Perhaps as time pass, we get older and we just get to know that study life has less obligation as the&amp;nbsp;all obligation is study. You fail, you try again. But working life is about you being responsible of your monthly expenses. When you stop working, you stop getting money. When you start working, you start planning. You start getting invitation from friend- wedding, friend's getting pregnant, friend's becoming mother, people asking your plan to get married or get a bf/gf, then you start planning a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True! This is the stage of life. But I am getting feared of it. I don't seem to welcome it. I once thought working, meet someone who love you and get married, building up a family should be a nice thing. But the responsibility is not about taking care of yourselves, but your family and work. It's as though you are living for someone. Perhaps that's the reason why till certain age ,religion comes into role and support the whole picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lost too. The phobia of working and the phobia of growing old&amp;nbsp;are haunting me. If the time could stop, I want it to be stopped now and now. Freeze the very moment when I still can change my mind STUBBORNLY if I don't like something. Being irrational and irresponsible. Who doesn't like it. Back to reality, daily routine repeats and you will be walking the same path everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-6298039311749009316?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6298039311749009316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=6298039311749009316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/6298039311749009316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/6298039311749009316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2011/07/routine-and-fear.html' title='routine and the fear'/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/-DDS1Qi4w4nA/ThcUeAgIdqI/AAAAAAAABA8/1BuECukW3Es/s72-c/routines.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-8513375326003602587</id><published>2011-07-06T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T05:10:53.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometime, you will&amp;nbsp;just got confused of which philosophy to believe. Some says FORGIVE YOUR ENEMIES AS THEY MIGHT BE YOUR CLOSET FRIEND. Other says, LEARN TO FORGIVE AS HATING SOMEONE USES UP MORE ENERGY. Also, some man says, FORGIVING DOESN'T MEAN THAT I ACCEPTED YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the day, which theory suffice? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, from what I see, it all means the same. It's a matter of perspective. Different people has different level of acceptation towards certain theory. Some see it in a business sense as enemies is always friends. Some seeing it in as truly forgiving, a more biblical sense. Another learn to forgive but not accepting which is still a learning stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which stages are you in? Sometime, the theory is just a common sense. It doesn't have to be told by some man or some leaders. Because, we are the one that make the quotes special and we share it because it's special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-8513375326003602587?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8513375326003602587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=8513375326003602587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8513375326003602587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8513375326003602587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2011/07/sometime-you-just-got-confused-of-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-3896322226930503260</id><published>2011-05-21T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T14:52:08.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>get loss blondy. plastic</title><content type='html'>Dress,high heels,heavy make up,fake eye lashes,romantic perm. If those are symptom you see in some girls, yup.. You are on my side. I call this plastic blondy. FAKE, ATTENTION SEEKER, BRAIN-LESS AND NO PERSONALITY. oh wait,they have personality. It's call dumb and bitch. I am impress of how they could wear that to school everyday. Spend hours to make up before. Hello, where is the style bitch. Dress was so 2010. Jeans and jersy is the 2011 fashion. I doubt they know what is jeans. They think with their boobs. No offence. I have reasons for saying this. I do have friends that wear like that but they dont act like that. People that will automatically fall into this category are those that only have male friends and hang out with girls that wear and walk the same like them. Come on. I doubt they could eat like me,talk like me,kick football like me and even think like me. Like dur.. 20calories per day. Non fats yogurts? Get some life. Your look makes you look no different like those proxxx on the street. The only difference is you don sell your body but you sell your look. Get some life. Eat as many you like. You dont know if world ends tomorrow. If it does,dont come and get my food. Oh ya blondy-i just ate 2cakes,maggie and cheers some beers. And im still so slim. Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-3896322226930503260?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3896322226930503260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=3896322226930503260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/3896322226930503260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/3896322226930503260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2011/05/get-loss-blondy-plastic.html' title='get loss blondy. plastic'/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-7468299001637296230</id><published>2011-05-21T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T12:15:23.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I miss the feeling of secretly admire someone.That feels good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #999999;"&gt;Sometime, single might make people feel alone and desperate for the feeling for beiug cared. But, being single is just different in the sense that flirting around and always hope for the next better and cutter guy might not be a bad thing. As you can look at cute guys without any worries and guilt. Sounds obscene but it's just another way of enjoying the process of being admired by others too. Who says being single is valueless. The process of flirting is fun, excited, increase in adernaline, curious and all sorts of feeling being enlarge because of the waiting process. Wasn't that a gift? It's just how you see the thing and how you enjoy the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-7468299001637296230?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7468299001637296230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=7468299001637296230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/7468299001637296230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/7468299001637296230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-miss-feeling-of-secretly-admire.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-2942255589905586509</id><published>2011-04-30T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T11:31:43.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>如果再问我会不会为了那个不堪的往事而道歉吗?我的答案是会.没有永久的恨,只有放不下的往事.是对是错谁来绝定.恨会比爱来的苦.放下了走的更远.感谢你的敌人.他们教会你的是别人永远学不到的.我们总会问为什么别人有我没有.要知道后者永远比前者学的多.不要告诉他错了.因为他永远不会懂.让他领域了他才会真真的懂.不过他要付出的代价会比别人大.或许那时他就会懂早知道这个道理.会被排挤因为这样你就会了解不要把自己的快乐建立在被人的痛苦.有的幸福立刻可以感觉.有的要走了段路才会看到.看到了就要把握.有的走了就没了.有的在下一个车站&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-2942255589905586509?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2942255589905586509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=2942255589905586509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/2942255589905586509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/2942255589905586509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-64213336634205870</id><published>2011-04-18T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T05:36:08.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>toilet inspiration</title><content type='html'>While,I was having a "great time doing big business" in The Curve's toilet, a sudden thought strikes me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" LOVE WHO YOU ARE RIGHT NOW"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to love others is to first learn how to love yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, many friends of mine are under tremendous stress that some started to go for counseling section with the therapist. Well, psycologists could only help those patients that are welling to save themselves. Whether you like it or not,the truth is that,you should always &lt;i&gt;save yourself first before you wanted to save the others&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;em&gt;It's easy to give up your life but more challenging to continue to survive&lt;/em&gt;. There is no need to have a bible to tell you that it's hard to survive. The moment you are born, you have successfully tackle the challenge.I will never say that&amp;nbsp;I am a grown up&amp;nbsp;for I know that I am always the little girl in my mother's eyes. You might be strong in the outside, weak in the inside.You can be weak in the outside but full of thoughts inside.You might be&amp;nbsp;some bitch in the school.Living in Glory,living in fame. But, you are the only person that know yourselves well. Remember noone is big in&amp;nbsp;this world for we are only a small particles in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, the moment in the toilet really inspired me with thoughts. Ha ha.. Anyway, The Curve really does provides good toilet with sentimental piano songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-64213336634205870?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/64213336634205870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=64213336634205870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/64213336634205870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/64213336634205870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2011/04/whilei-was-having-great-time-doing-big.html' title='toilet inspiration'/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-8480546955603784403</id><published>2011-04-18T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T05:04:36.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>人生的3碗面</title><content type='html'>人往往在为3碗面而活- 人面，场面，情面。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看了一张报道觉得挺有道理的，应该和朋友分享，分享。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“我们的年龄越来越大，理想越来越少；规则越来越多，空间越来越少；电脑越来越多，人脑越来越少，人类提前进入机械化时代了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;社会的进步促进了文明的发展，文明的发展却让获得幸福越来越难。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对我而言，后悔好过遗憾。因为，遗憾比后悔来的痛苦。不过，不经过考虑去闯的人还是会被称为笨蛋。因为，所谓的遗憾是到死为止你都还没完成当年的梦想才叫遗憾。能读书是一种幸福。不要因为所谓的遗憾而不加思索的追求所谓的梦想。因为，这所谓的遗憾会有一天会变成所谓的后悔。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-8480546955603784403?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8480546955603784403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=8480546955603784403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8480546955603784403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8480546955603784403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2011/04/3.html' title='人生的3碗面'/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-6461836183961125684</id><published>2011-04-12T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T04:14:28.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gossip</title><content type='html'>Some girls are born to gossip about people I think. It's not wrong to gossip sometime. This is human nature. People gossip to live. Magazine gossip to live. But gossip with style please. I gossip too but I don gossip in front of the victim. It's already wrong to gossip bout people yet you want it to be so obvious and clear. Yes, im not the victim. But where is your manner. If you think gossip within a group makes you look cool and stylish, then I can only describe your life as pathetic. Try say it in front of her. Oh, why? You have no guts. Oh ya, I forgot you really have no guts. Bitc*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-6461836183961125684?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6461836183961125684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=6461836183961125684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/6461836183961125684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/6461836183961125684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2011/04/gossip.html' title='gossip'/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-3498244886695600401</id><published>2011-04-11T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T13:33:55.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never thought that there is still people reading my blog. I am writing it as a diary. It's always randomly written and randomly update. Thank you for leaving those messages. I think the decision not to set privacy setting for the blog is always a right decision. Thank you whoever you are. It means a lot. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the touchy speech, it's so not me!! Conversation with Dean inspired me with the following quotation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;" It's hard to find a person who you love that can play the role as a lover and as a husband. Sometime, both couldn't exist together. But when they do, remember to hold it tight before it's gone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-3498244886695600401?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3498244886695600401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=3498244886695600401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/3498244886695600401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/3498244886695600401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-never-thought-that-there-is-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-8289650590358104797</id><published>2011-04-11T12:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T12:49:24.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Xmn6m70u20/TaNbMs9_-zI/AAAAAAAABA0/nLMYtJT7xU4/s1600/179336_10150094395646033_562451032_6334827_7326213_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Xmn6m70u20/TaNbMs9_-zI/AAAAAAAABA0/nLMYtJT7xU4/s640/179336_10150094395646033_562451032_6334827_7326213_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-8289650590358104797?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8289650590358104797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=8289650590358104797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8289650590358104797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8289650590358104797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/-7Xmn6m70u20/TaNbMs9_-zI/AAAAAAAABA0/nLMYtJT7xU4/s72-c/179336_10150094395646033_562451032_6334827_7326213_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-6849902124083004768</id><published>2011-04-06T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T08:59:10.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>headstrong</title><content type='html'>Some says im strong. They say if they were in my situation, they wont have did such a firm decision as what I did. They would have cry and got depress. It's not that I didnt been through that. I have been there, done that, but now stay strong. Because my mum needs me. Sometime, I kept thinking what have I done wrong that im born in a broken relationship family with such a soft hearted mum that couldnt make a firm decision. Is it because im not weak enough to make her stay strong for me. Or is it because to her my father is everything, still everything and will be everything in her life. I tried to stand in her shoes but I couldnt because my instinct tells me that I cannot accept a man with lies. Forgiveness is in my dictionary but knowing it is another thing, applying it is a another thing. Perhaps doing so many things, by the end of the day, I just wanna prove that I could change my destiny and destiny is in my hand. I just want you to say im strong. Yes, I love the way you say you are strong and if I were you, I couldnt have done that. Because that is all I have by the end of the day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-6849902124083004768?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6849902124083004768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=6849902124083004768' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/6849902124083004768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/6849902124083004768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2011/04/headstrong.html' title='headstrong'/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-550974887059992943</id><published>2010-12-20T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T02:11:26.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There cannot be an innocent man forever.There can only be 2 choices.Either you are pretending to be innocent or you are dumb.Some guys think with their lower part,some guys just dont think.Some know the hint but doesn't want to respond to the hint.Some have no guts.Some try to avoid.No matter which categories you are in.You are just has no own characteristic.Still you are DUMB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-1140902192816525025</id><published>2010-12-14T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T09:40:40.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>爱情不可怕。可怕的是在不对的时候爱上不对的人。更可怕的是那诱惑是如此的强烈，叫人觉得讨厌。那份可耻的思念叫人又爱又恨。爱的是那份思念的感觉，恨得那份诱惑。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-1140902192816525025?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1140902192816525025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The whole week schedule is so tight that&amp;nbsp;i couldn't breath.But the busy schedule really satisfy me as I said I am a workaholic.A busy life makes my day.After the whole duty thing at the lobby then edu fair is just around the corner.I don't mind having lots of works but I hope the result is what I expected.Seeing the result is as important as enjoying the process.&lt;br /&gt;Busy,busy,busy.Although winning DRA is important,the more important thing will be seeing the board being united and helping with each other.The feeling of being able to work as a team feels good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-7000396059635736192?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7000396059635736192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-7354641968306844114</id><published>2010-12-10T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T09:03:48.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>好像在旧事重提，所以不值一提。所以，才会这样糟吧!我一直都希望那是他说些什么。就因为他什么都没说，所以才这么的失望吧！我明白的。知识，我接受不到吧！想说，又不能说的心情很难受。不过，我很清楚知己还在，不过距离，时间的差距，他们不肯能以直在我身旁。所以，学会放下并不容易。要找个谈话的对象更难。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-7354641968306844114?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7354641968306844114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=7354641968306844114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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go.Love is selfish.Grab her before it's too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-8195989991923766631?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8195989991923766631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=8195989991923766631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8195989991923766631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8195989991923766631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/12/gossip-girl-says-if-you-love-someonelet.html' 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type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;STOP IT!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop it,you idiot.I have limits ok.I say ok doesn't mean you can call 24-7 and I need my beauty sleep.Unless,you are paying me 10k for talking to you or else I won't give a shit as to your so call RELATIONSHIP CRISES.You happy now.You have just challenge my limit and cross the boundary.So if you got slap,got scolded,it's really non of my business,pervert!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-6771275703504124905?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6771275703504124905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=6771275703504124905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/6771275703504124905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/6771275703504124905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/12/stop-it-stop-ityou-idiot.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-1225835116154566074</id><published>2010-12-06T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T19:16:07.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>很长时候，感情久了不是变淡而是变成了责任。这就是人生。有时候，女人要的是一个肩膀，另一半的了解。不过，一个感情需要的是防腐剂。更需要刺激。。一成不变，就永远会变。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-1225835116154566074?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1225835116154566074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;"&gt;YES,I AM SUPERGIRL.(what you looking at?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-7763753515415178594?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7763753515415178594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=7763753515415178594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/7763753515415178594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/7763753515415178594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/12/yesi-am-supergirl.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/TPswhOFiVvI/AAAAAAAABAM/KJCSz-30raI/s72-c/12_December_2010_Calendar_Image.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-3432411929482516551</id><published>2010-12-04T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T22:27:34.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dose of Hope</title><content type='html'>We are fortunate that we are born free of disease.Everybody knows that AIDS is transmitted through multiple sexual intercourse activity but not many knows that most of them are HIV carriers.The children who are born because the mother is a HIV carries doesn't have a second chance in their life.Dose of Hope organised by Rotaract Club of ATC and with the collabration of World Vision is a project that will be organised to raise fund for the children in the rehabilitation centre at Shimla,India.Join us at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;venue: Time Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Date:29.01.2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Time:12pm:-4pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;They do not have second chance.Give them a hand so they could see hope in their life.&lt;br /&gt;Support us by buying our merchandises and donate us in term of cash because &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ll &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;ndividual &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;eserve a &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;econd chance.&lt;br /&gt;Note: part of the fund will be donated to WORLD VISION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TPsXgRpwjfI/AAAAAAAAA_4/RTuGuB9b2aY/s1600/doh-back1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TPsXgRpwjfI/AAAAAAAAA_4/RTuGuB9b2aY/s320/doh-back1.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TPsXnmxosVI/AAAAAAAAA_8/IrzcZc3rV60/s1600/doh-front1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-7366102526048369471</id><published>2010-12-03T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T20:04:10.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TPm9oAlu-TI/AAAAAAAAA_0/kpQVQqyM9vM/s1600/tied-hands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TPm9oAlu-TI/AAAAAAAAA_0/kpQVQqyM9vM/s320/tied-hands.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;CONSTRAINT,&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;RESTRAINT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;CONTINUE with life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;如果真的发生了，我会好好享受那个过程。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;That's is why I love chatting with my obscene friend-dean.He always can give me a different answer because he only tells the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-1278282759824959160?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TPmljbRpmnI/AAAAAAAAA_w/AWkQclWRIyw/s72-c/IMG_4232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-6828823807089120099</id><published>2010-12-03T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T11:02:00.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TPk-RhF8hTI/AAAAAAAAA_s/yKrL24nzI1U/s1600/couple-holding-hands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TPk-RhF8hTI/AAAAAAAAA_s/yKrL24nzI1U/s320/couple-holding-hands.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;如果那天真的到来，我希望那一瞬间是美好的！不在乎天长地久，只在乎曾经拥有。初恋往往都是最美好的。结果是什么没有人知道。最爱你的人不一定是陪你一辈子的人。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-6828823807089120099?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6828823807089120099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=6828823807089120099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/6828823807089120099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/6828823807089120099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/TPk-RhF8hTI/AAAAAAAAA_s/yKrL24nzI1U/s72-c/couple-holding-hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-1266224669439031362</id><published>2010-12-02T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T05:13:02.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The last thing I feel like doing is to escape from KL and go someway with a total stranger so I could tell him/her of everything,every single thing and not to judge as others did.It has been a very pressure year.I didn't get to rest and college started and I am not ready to enter into any relationship(friendship) with people I don't know.The truth is I didn't have confidence.I didn't want to make friends.I didn't wanna see old friends.I wish I could do something crazy and start my college but I didn't.I was too rational.Telling him the story again?He wouldn't want to listen and I wouldn't want to say it again.I wish someone stood up and tell them off on behalf off me.The truth is no one did it.They were scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt lost.Felt like escaping from&amp;nbsp;this city and go someway.Some places I remember I missed so much spending with my very best friends.The only place I remember that the wind was blowing so strong that night and we talked and talked.That morning,we walked at the beach.It was just something so simple and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly growing up is a burden.I don't remember when&amp;nbsp;was the last time I ever leave this city.Even those in overseas came&amp;nbsp;back more often than I do.Is it because of this I felt like CONSTANTLY CHANGING in everything?I don't know.Throw me on an island.Maybe I will know the answer later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-1266224669439031362?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1266224669439031362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=1266224669439031362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/1266224669439031362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/1266224669439031362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-thing-i-feel-like-doing-is-escaped.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-8600823533318352998</id><published>2010-12-02T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T20:58:59.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Write to express not &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;impress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-8600823533318352998?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8600823533318352998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=8600823533318352998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8600823533318352998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8600823533318352998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/12/write-to-express-not-impress.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-9059209130399511252</id><published>2010-12-02T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T20:46:05.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TPh1mBnd4QI/AAAAAAAAA_g/Zm5eJdSnwo8/s1600/Gerbera+bouquet+-+white+with+black+centers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TPh1mBnd4QI/AAAAAAAAA_g/Zm5eJdSnwo8/s320/Gerbera+bouquet+-+white+with+black+centers.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Things going too well but I am still having the same dream although the scene is different.Deep inside,I know why it's keep repeating and reminding me.It's still a fear for me.I don't know how to tell and who to tell.It's like repeating the story with a different mood and standing every time I mention to another person.But I haven't tell any of this to the new friends I met.How I wish there is another Dean in the college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The thing keeping inside me is like calling the devil inside me to gone crazy sometime.I have been acting weirdly this few days.I hope by writing this post could remind me of who I am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sometime I just want to load myself with works so I can think less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/8781658392521999860-9059209130399511252?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/9059209130399511252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=9059209130399511252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/9059209130399511252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/9059209130399511252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/12/things-going-too-well-but-i-am-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/TPh1mBnd4QI/AAAAAAAAA_g/Zm5eJdSnwo8/s72-c/Gerbera+bouquet+-+white+with+black+centers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-8056717297670308930</id><published>2010-09-30T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T04:23:17.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TKRyxXn_NaI/AAAAAAAAA_U/-p14CN7y5Jg/s1600/img_8926c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TKRyxXn_NaI/AAAAAAAAA_U/-p14CN7y5Jg/s400/img_8926c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;不是每个人都可以谈心。有些人不想听，有些人不愿意谈，&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;有些人就是无法产生共鸣……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;阳子一句话说对了。不是不要谈，而是有时说多了会觉得旧事从提有意义吗？说了会有人明白吗？要跟别人借耳朵，在美里可以，在这里就不同说了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要找朋友难，要找知音更难，要找会支持你的立场的朋友更加难&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-8056717297670308930?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8056717297670308930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=8056717297670308930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8056717297670308930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8056717297670308930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/TKRyxXn_NaI/AAAAAAAAA_U/-p14CN7y5Jg/s72-c/img_8926c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-2325717118976758310</id><published>2010-09-30T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T04:10:41.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The fear is slowly digesting the usual me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I once thought a fresh new start would be something I need.The old memory will remain there.What I didnt know is it really remains there but it also continue to follow me and haunt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;It's just such a small incident.A very small spark of fire that started all this insecure feeling.I started to build up a wall to defence myself.I try not to trust people.I see the shadow of me in them.I know how is the feeling of gossip about people.How enjoyable when you start a topic towards people you don't know,with the thing you see but you never try to understand.Jian ping taught me this.You enjoy it because you are never the victim.Even you if,what are you to scare when your team is backing up behind you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The feeling of insecure is no doubt haunting me.So phobia to be friends with others.What is wrong with me?But I am fine in front of Lewis and old friends.I clearly know that if I don't start to trust,I'll never.I am totally impress of Hong Quan.He been through the same thing like I do but he seems so relax.But deeply inside,I know what he is thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Nightmare.A nightmare that starts right after my birthday.Thank god for such a big present right after 21th september.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-2325717118976758310?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2325717118976758310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=2325717118976758310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/2325717118976758310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/2325717118976758310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/09/fear-is-slowly-digesting-usual-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-866196893961557747</id><published>2010-09-17T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T08:56:17.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TJOPa84AqFI/AAAAAAAAA_M/g9LYcWItMNo/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TJOPa84AqFI/AAAAAAAAA_M/g9LYcWItMNo/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ms Amelia is not going to cry for a lonely birthday.Because she decided to have one.She is going to spend a nice time with her darling boyfriend for her birthday eve.Asking her shalini and Hong quan out for a cup of tea.Ask the people she rarely out to have a brunch.There are things that she doesn't want to wait anymore.Because people just wont come and give you surprise for her birthday.She has learnt that years ago and she is not going to repeat the mistake again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;This is it.Going to be 19 and going to think like 25.How weird is that?Happy birthday Ms Amelia.19 is 19.nothing much to celebrate.Just make it simple because life just have to go on.&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/8781658392521999860-866196893961557747?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/866196893961557747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=866196893961557747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/866196893961557747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/866196893961557747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/09/ms-amelia-is-not-going-to-cry-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/TJOPa84AqFI/AAAAAAAAA_M/g9LYcWItMNo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-8725298400705603739</id><published>2010-08-23T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T11:55:05.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/THLEAwvu2gI/AAAAAAAAA-8/cpqumsB07Io/s1600/badgirlsdon%27tdie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/THLEAwvu2gI/AAAAAAAAA-8/cpqumsB07Io/s320/badgirlsdon%27tdie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You know, it's kind of funny, how you can find meaning from things you wouldn't think to look at. Like on a TV show- The truth always comes out, it's one of the fundamental rules of time. And when it comes out it can set you free, or end everything you've fought so hard for. Another way the truth comes out - when you don't even mean it to, or when, without saying a word, it's still heard loud and clear. But the worst thing the truth can do? Is when you finally tell it, it doesn't set you free, but locks you away forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-8725298400705603739?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8725298400705603739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=8725298400705603739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8725298400705603739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8725298400705603739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-know-its-kind-of-funny-how-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/THLEAwvu2gI/AAAAAAAAA-8/cpqumsB07Io/s72-c/badgirlsdon%27tdie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-1359987375214422357</id><published>2010-08-23T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T11:42:32.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/THLBCOMIbNI/AAAAAAAAA-0/tARVg2UenBI/s1600/blair_waldorf-14084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/THLBCOMIbNI/AAAAAAAAA-0/tARVg2UenBI/s320/blair_waldorf-14084.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Haven't you heard? I'm the crazy bitch around here."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;--Leighton Meester as Blair Waldorf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-1359987375214422357?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1359987375214422357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=1359987375214422357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/1359987375214422357'/><link rel='self' 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class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TG63eoYjIwI/AAAAAAAAA-s/8Wy21ySAwRs/s1600/road-not-taken.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TG63eoYjIwI/AAAAAAAAA-s/8Wy21ySAwRs/s400/road-not-taken.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When I was in secondary school,when things seem easier and it's a time when dream was so great and big that everyone feels excited about future,someone special told us to dream big,even though you don reach the moon,you reach on the star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;When I graduated from the high school,it was like the poem"road not taken",I have to choose between dream and reality.I picked reality,thinking that there is a short cut back to dream which end up losing in a mist.So I sit under the tree,asking myself,what if today someone tells me:"hei,why are you still here?Didn't someone tells you that everyone is going to die on 2023?Why are you still here?Common..everyone picked the road they want.Why don't you go for it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;But the truth is I am still breathing.There is no hint for me that tell me when I am gonna die.So one day I am still living healthily,I will have to be responsible for my future.Dream will still be the "road not taken".But who would understand this.Even he doesn't understand this.I am standing on my stand today,making him very pressure.Doing this is not my will.I told him I wish I am an ordinary girl who only dream one day I am gonna marry some rich guy and it's gonna be you.But the truth is I am not.I have my own stand.I don't want to end up to be some desperate shallow housewife.So that's is why I couldn't go for my dream which end up starving myself but also my family.If,I am born in a better,richer family.If I am prettier...If...there is so many if but the "if" doesn't happen on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;So 'if' that day come,it'll be the day when I actually got married or maybe got jackpot.If that day come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-4676342970885595608?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/4676342970885595608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=4676342970885595608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/4676342970885595608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/4676342970885595608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-i-was-in-secondary-schoolwhen.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/TG63eoYjIwI/AAAAAAAAA-s/8Wy21ySAwRs/s72-c/road-not-taken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-3105115966890157877</id><published>2010-08-02T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T07:29:34.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know why I am writing this but attending class and pretending I am happy and got a lot friends just make me don't feel the fun of going school again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;It's not that I don't want to make friends.It's just the phobia is inside and I dont know who to tell.Feeling down but doesn't want to expose it because I dont want anyone to worry or feel annoyed with this topic again.Knowing that It's starting new but the phobia is preventing me from making friends because I am scared what if things happen again things repeat.No one standing beside me supporting my stand and take action to understand my situation.This things just keep on haunting me.I am trying to convince myself,everything is fine.But it's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;How long does this needs to go on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-3105115966890157877?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3105115966890157877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=3105115966890157877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/3105115966890157877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/3105115966890157877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-dont-know-why-i-am-writing-this-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-7158154850167782892</id><published>2010-07-02T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T13:42:26.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>movie and book of the month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TC5FoG4WjCI/AAAAAAAAA-k/et4DUGCXjCQ/s1600/time_travelers_wife-758384.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TC5FoG4WjCI/AAAAAAAAA-k/et4DUGCXjCQ/s320/time_travelers_wife-758384.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There are too many good movies and good books this month.Time traveller's wife is the one for this month.The right movie to watch during this time-4am in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;If I am a time traveller,there are just so many times I want to go back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;1.1996- The very first day when I attended St Joseph.The first time my grandfather riding his&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;bicycle&lt;/span&gt; and I was embarrassed because the Indian boy was laughing at me.The first time after school shopping with my grandfather at Oil Town(shopping mall).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;2.1996-The first time taking a plane and visited KL and sunway lagoon with my father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;3.1996-First day of school.Cried and&amp;nbsp;broke a basin at St Joseph .Called my teacher mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;4.1998-Joined story telling competition with the title"The porridge" but didn't get to finish it and went down the stage crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;5.1998-&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;parkson&lt;/span&gt; was built and grandpa bought the first collection of "还珠格格".Ever since then,he bought all the collection related to that series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;6.1999-2nd place for 100m and been selected as an athlete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;7.2000-&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;miri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;bakong&lt;/span&gt; 200m 3rd place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;8.2001-&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Interschool&lt;/span&gt; sport 400m 1st place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;-2002- &lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The day before grandpa pass away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;9.2004-&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Pidato&lt;/span&gt; first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;10.2007-Drama competition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;11.2007-Orientation stay over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;12.2008-Prom Eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;13.2008-Countdown.Dean's birthday.Everyone's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;14.2008-Every night when I call Dean to gossip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;15.2008-Prom.Farewell.The night at Dean's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;16.2008- Knowing him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;17.2009-back to &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;genting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;18.2009-the cafeteria when I first met him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;19.2009-My birthday.Xmas and Countdown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;20.2010-Trip to &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;genting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;It is the happy moment I want to go back.I always think,what if the next moment I die,would those who hate me would&amp;nbsp;ever regret for hating me because no matter how I will just die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I always think,what if I don have the chance to tell Him "I LOVE YOU" anymore.What if I haven't get a chance to tell you "MUM,I LOVE YOU" or telling my dad that I just haven't learn to forgive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;What if I didn't tell them the truth and keep pretending until I die and seeing them going to the path that they might regret for the rest of their life(even thought now they don't seem like they do).What if I never get to betrayed by them then I will never get to know &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Quan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;There is so many what if..If it's real,the only regret I will have is not able to return back and tell Everyone I love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-7158154850167782892?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7158154850167782892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=7158154850167782892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/7158154850167782892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/7158154850167782892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/07/movie-and-book-of-month.html' title='movie and book of the month'/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/TC5FoG4WjCI/AAAAAAAAA-k/et4DUGCXjCQ/s72-c/time_travelers_wife-758384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-7770536220709929051</id><published>2010-07-02T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T09:49:17.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TC4YLiDN3-I/AAAAAAAAA-c/6CDKYQdZA1A/s1600/Up_Keyart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TC4YLiDN3-I/AAAAAAAAA-c/6CDKYQdZA1A/s320/Up_Keyart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's everyone dream.Going for an adventure.That is how it all starts.When Carl met with Ellie.That is how they knows each other and fall in love and got married.It's the purest love.Every couple dreams to have one.It was so perfect but only if Ellie could have a baby.That doesn't really stop them from loving each other.That is something I wish I could have and I have one now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;After Ellie's death, the way Carl acts like reminds me of a poem by Tony Harrison -From a long distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;"Dad kept her slippers warming by the gas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;put hot water bottles her side of the bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;and still went to renew her transport pass.You couldn't just drop in. You had to phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;He'd put you off an hour to give him time to clear away her things and look alone as though his still raw love were such a crime.He couldn't risk my blight of disbelief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;though sure that very soon he'd hear her key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;scrape in the rusted lock and end his grief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;He knew she'd just popped out to get the tea.I believe life ends with death, and that is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;You haven't both gone shopping; just the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;in my new black leather phone book there's your name and the disconnected number I still call."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;A very simple things that he repeats to do it everyday as though Ellie is still there.The only thing that Carl regrets is he didn't get to bring Ellie to South America; a place that they dream to go and build there house on top of the Paradise fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A dream is a dream.Carl built a balloon on his house and the journey begins with the boyscout,Russell,a dodo bird-kelvin who later turns out to be a female and a dog who belongs to the famous adventurer that Carl and Ellie always admire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Though Carl successfully gets the house on the ground overlooking Paradise Falls per Ellie's wish, he has lost Russell's favor. Carl, settling down in his house, finds Ellie's childhood scrapbook and discovers her mementos of her life with Carl after they were married, and a final note from her thanking Carl for her adventure of marriage with him and an encouragement for him to go on his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But a dream is still a dream.It's a dream come true in the end.The house still landed on the Paradise Fall.It will still be Ellie and Carl's Paradise.It's the process that make Ellie realises that she doesn't have to reach Paradise Fall to know that her life is a paradise.Because Carl and the house are her paradise.Having to live and get through life with Carl is the most adventuress journey to Ellie.The purest love between Carl and her is the adventure she always want.What is better than a true love and infinity,mortal love.It will no die as the journey end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-7770536220709929051?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7770536220709929051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=7770536220709929051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/7770536220709929051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/7770536220709929051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-everyone-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/TC4YLiDN3-I/AAAAAAAAA-c/6CDKYQdZA1A/s72-c/Up_Keyart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-4165368551402532225</id><published>2010-06-28T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T12:40:22.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am supposed to be excited and looking forward to be home but I am not.Because some how home means entertain.I didn't know how to entertain Chris.She is a very important person to me.My best friend for kindergarten and primary school.Of course no one could replace her but time pass by I &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;coul&lt;/span&gt;d not not admit that there is a distance in our relationship.A gap that I couldn't describe it.Afraid because there are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;things like who i like,my &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;secre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;te&lt;/span&gt; couldn't be share with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;No matter how she couldn't be as open minded as Dean.I couldn't share most because there are too many crazy parts of me could only be accepted by certain people.I couldn't tell her most of the secretes because I am scared she might expose my secrete to her beloved mother.It's not a small secrete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I am trying to think of what to tell her and what not to tell.The funny thing is we used to promise to each other that we will one day be the maid of honour&amp;nbsp;to each other.But now I am thinking...really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Amelia is sick of entertaining people.For the pass one year,she has been doing such thing.She is tired.She wants to stop it.Not been anti social but it is just who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sleeping over is another issue.There are topic that I need to thing.No to the deep part of relationship.Yes to the little little starting story of the relationship.Perhaps some stories about the bunch of idiots.And a little bit stories about her.I hope all this can make the time fast and less silents.Forgive me &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt;.There are things that you shouldn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A pure Chinese educated family is still not so open minded.That is the reason I couldn't tell.From the moment when your mother jumping to the assumption that KL guys are all bad,I know the secrete is too big for you to keep.It's good for you to think I am still the innocent one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Perhaps Dean will be the one and only who knows about the secrete.&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt; sisters.Home is still a home.Ms A is still looking forward for it.Staying home,teasing brother,helping out,eating in the big table.Good night KL city.The night has just begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-4165368551402532225?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/4165368551402532225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=4165368551402532225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/4165368551402532225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/4165368551402532225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-supposed-to-be-excited-and-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-9030866792722183497</id><published>2010-06-24T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T10:24:52.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stop acting selfishly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TCOQBukVwKI/AAAAAAAAA-U/UMR3JPkDEGc/s1600/3393048281_b20266b7d1_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TCOQBukVwKI/AAAAAAAAA-U/UMR3JPkDEGc/s320/3393048281_b20266b7d1_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"She is not ready.She can't even&amp;nbsp;speak good English.How can she survives?She might end up like her sister-breaking up with the boyfriend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Those who ever say any of those phrases up there,I'll just have to say,YOU ARE A SELFISH JERK.No offense.Not saying anyone.It could be anyone of you out there who doesn't want to let someone tries or someone goes.It can be a She or a He.The situation can always be one or the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Long distance is hard to maintain.Long distance changes everything.Long distance makes a relationship harder to bond.But if only one believes each other,long distance can't be that bad.If YOU are thinking that she might end up breaking up with you then I will just have to say,it will still happen but maybe not now,maybe when you start working.When your time is squeezed with works,time to be together is less.Environment is different.You can go her house or go out as often as you does.So what's the different when it will happen soon or later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Will I'm not starting with the long distance story.I just feel that sometime some people are just selfish.Just because He/She can't do something he/she likes so he/she stops he/she from doing something the person likes for instance persuade a dream.The reason saying that he/she might end up like xxx breaking up with the xxx is just an excuses.Why not con faces that YOU are just not as compatible with he/she anymore.YOU can never do the thing you always do when the other half is here.YOU are scared to lost he/she when he/she has becomes more successful then you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large;"&gt;THIS IS HOW LOSERS THINK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Let him/her go.They have to fly no matter how.Restrain and protect makes a person weak.They will never learn.And the way you always think that it is for her/his own good is only you think it is.It is not true.Start by letting him/her deals his/her problem alone for instance not to walk her home.Give both of you more private space because the more you stick,the more stick-less it will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-9030866792722183497?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/9030866792722183497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=9030866792722183497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/9030866792722183497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/9030866792722183497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/06/stop-acting-selfishly.html' title='stop acting selfishly'/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/TCOQBukVwKI/AAAAAAAAA-U/UMR3JPkDEGc/s72-c/3393048281_b20266b7d1_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-7454062276940262905</id><published>2010-06-17T02:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T02:41:08.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The little devil inside me is awake and is trying to struggle under my control.I keep it under a good control,try to let her achieve her craziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-7454062276940262905?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7454062276940262905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=7454062276940262905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/7454062276940262905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/7454062276940262905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-devil-inside-me-is-awake-and-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-6363216480908289541</id><published>2010-06-16T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T23:57:26.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TBnG_NgHrLI/AAAAAAAAA-M/1Fikx2GdXcE/s1600/overview_1240981605m2sfnq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TBnG_NgHrLI/AAAAAAAAA-M/1Fikx2GdXcE/s400/overview_1240981605m2sfnq.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Everything happens in June.It's like a love blossom month for me.Every bee is flying for one particular flower.Last year today,I was trapped in the nightmare for two weeks.Addicted,lost and not knowing the things I have done.One month later,I met him.Things change and back to normal.The normal life of being love by someone and started to plan for future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;He is just normal and real.Nothing hide between us.No secretes at all.One year is not short but not long.But a lot things can happen.I always have story to tell.He is not the guy that would surprise,surprise me.Maybe he did.But not the kind of guy that would do romantic stuffs.He is more to reality.Doing something that can make me remember forever and it's realistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;We don't leave a "I LOVE YOU BABY"comment in our &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;.We tend to say &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;stu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;ffs&lt;/span&gt; like"SHUT UP",just things that normal couple don't do.Because we know that saying a thousand times of I LOVE YOU doesn't mean we love each other so much.We act not speak.We give freedom to each other.Let both of us grow independent and not protect and hurt more in the end.It's rather a rational kind of dating through out the process.It's something I don't do in my pass relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Doing something crazy?Yes we do.It's something unexpected but happens.This is love.A love that only say once in a while.A love that doesn't need to show others to prove the existence and continuity of a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;It's just a simple,relax,easy and comfortable Relationship that only happens between you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-6363216480908289541?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6363216480908289541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=6363216480908289541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/6363216480908289541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/6363216480908289541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/06/everything-happens-in-june.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/TBnG_NgHrLI/AAAAAAAAA-M/1Fikx2GdXcE/s72-c/overview_1240981605m2sfnq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-1333519117904579230</id><published>2010-06-16T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T08:46:23.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TBjxG9kAApI/AAAAAAAAA98/vbqGbifo4ts/s1600/PDI6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TBjxG9kAApI/AAAAAAAAA98/vbqGbifo4ts/s320/PDI6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;So many temptation by walking one round at &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;midvalley&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;Padini&lt;/span&gt; is selling the shirt I want.Look in my wallet.&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;Oopss&lt;/span&gt;..what are you gonna do with a 20 bucks?Don't mention about shirt,even underwear you cant afford it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"&gt;Come on..ROMP?that is like no way.Time square..yeah right,the next day,you find someone wearing the same shirt like you and he/she is ugly and talking out loud,eating &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;pisang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;goreng&lt;/span&gt; at the stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You know the feeling of seeing the things hanging there and waving to you.Like calling out loud to ask you to buy.The urge,the temptation is so strong but you are magnetised on the ground because you don't have a credit card with you.So say goodbye to the shirt you like.Walk away with heavy heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TBjwdAv6DPI/AAAAAAAAA90/RUZ-KLQD0gM/s1600/pa11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TBjwdAv6DPI/AAAAAAAAA90/RUZ-KLQD0gM/s320/pa11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Look at the shirt.Look at it.I swear the next time when I have got 60++ in my pocket,i will come and get you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TBjxiHsMleI/AAAAAAAAA-E/Y7wwxsySgs8/s1600/pdi+h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TBjxiHsMleI/AAAAAAAAA-E/Y7wwxsySgs8/s320/pdi+h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I was supposed to grab one of these shirt not until i saw the price tag.Then I say well..maybe next time.Ahhh,,it always happens.&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/8781658392521999860-1333519117904579230?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1333519117904579230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=1333519117904579230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/1333519117904579230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/1333519117904579230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-many-temptation-by-walking-one-round.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/TBjxG9kAApI/AAAAAAAAA98/vbqGbifo4ts/s72-c/PDI6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-5541420775084426711</id><published>2010-06-16T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T08:18:26.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #ea9999; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Addicted to word challenge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #ea9999; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Shoot!!!!!!!&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/8781658392521999860-5541420775084426711?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5541420775084426711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=5541420775084426711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/5541420775084426711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/5541420775084426711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/06/addicted-to-word-challenge.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-2764492897811172991</id><published>2010-06-16T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T08:04:48.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Dress,&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;dress,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;dress,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;dress,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;,dress,&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large;"&gt;It's ALL IN MY MIND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I have all the dresses I want but..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TBjniCppf9I/AAAAAAAAA9M/Gq7hG828Oo8/s1600/dress4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TBjniCppf9I/AAAAAAAAA9M/Gq7hG828Oo8/s320/dress4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TBjnoW9lU-I/AAAAAAAAA9U/ZIZWb3zNzts/s1600/1marilyn_dress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TBjnoW9lU-I/AAAAAAAAA9U/ZIZWb3zNzts/s320/1marilyn_dress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TBjnsMoLscI/AAAAAAAAA9c/hxtR0pqQO1Q/s1600/55188751_xlarger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TBjnsMoLscI/AAAAAAAAA9c/hxtR0pqQO1Q/s320/55188751_xlarger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TBjny-aStyI/AAAAAAAAA9k/LANJUEnr6RI/s1600/dindress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TBjny-aStyI/AAAAAAAAA9k/LANJUEnr6RI/s320/dindress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TBjn7mHaF4I/AAAAAAAAA9s/qGgZu9JgGAs/s1600/_5199548.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TBjn7mHaF4I/AAAAAAAAA9s/qGgZu9JgGAs/s320/_5199548.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large;"&gt;...........................MONEY......$$$$&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/8781658392521999860-2764492897811172991?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2764492897811172991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=2764492897811172991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/2764492897811172991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/2764492897811172991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/06/dress-dress-dress-dress-dress-dress.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/TBjniCppf9I/AAAAAAAAA9M/Gq7hG828Oo8/s72-c/dress4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-1733345257276633840</id><published>2010-06-14T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T10:54:54.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UaWREs-Xsf4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UaWREs-Xsf4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is what asian lack off.We are lack of gentleman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-1733345257276633840?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1733345257276633840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=1733345257276633840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/1733345257276633840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/1733345257276633840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-what-asian-lack-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-2902383901281814332</id><published>2010-06-12T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T01:42:47.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's obvious and stupid.You know who you are. Laugh,laugh,laugh!! Sometime you just don't wanna say it out. *Caught you* well,next time change the way you write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i really don't wanna write something so bitchy.It's just when you get hurt,it's hard to believe people.And I know exactly what is the reason behind this.You can never hate someone you love.Even you do,it's just a way to remind you that you still love and care about the person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-2902383901281814332?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2902383901281814332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=2902383901281814332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/2902383901281814332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/2902383901281814332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-obvious-and-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-5800089854218459671</id><published>2010-06-12T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T22:57:12.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TBRy2wMWjuI/AAAAAAAAA8s/Z-4-3YgRmJ4/s1600/clipartcheerleaderga3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482132931391950562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TBRy2wMWjuI/AAAAAAAAA8s/Z-4-3YgRmJ4/s200/clipartcheerleaderga3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole new outfit for my blog indicates a start for the 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Nd&lt;/span&gt; half of 2010.A good sign appears in the blog with new visitors no matter it's with good or bad intention,it proves that the blog is not dying.I am not writing story for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you,mercy,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gracia&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;terima&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kasih&lt;/span&gt;,谢谢，&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;arigato&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kusiamas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kamsamida&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woo.. Last night was a fantastic night.Having dinner with Edison's cheerful,open minded,pretty,sexy,gorgeous,funny(that's all I could think of describing her) mum.After hearing so many things from Brandon, seeing and talking to her is like talking to my own idol.Oh no,I am idolising a friend's mother.Sounds very wrong but it's something new.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching the 10p.m. match of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Argentina&lt;/span&gt; v Nigeria. Didn't get to cheer much cause it is a rather dull match but at least I am with the trend.The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FIFA&lt;/span&gt; 2010 trend where everyone is talking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hangat&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hangat&lt;/span&gt; about it.I can't be leave out in this topic.There are still some hot guys in the football team.This season is for ladies to watch hot guys not a bunch of guys chasing for a football. 8 out of 10 are cheering for hot guys.Keep it up ladies.That's how we make guys think that we are COOL and AWESOME as though we are cheering for their team.But actually, we are cheering for the hot guys.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah..missed the match of England v US. But what matter the most is no one lost in the match. Draw. I am supporting France as usual all because of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Siew&lt;/span&gt; King- a senior who brainwash me since for form 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------------------   &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;  GO FRANCE&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/8781658392521999860-5800089854218459671?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5800089854218459671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=5800089854218459671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/5800089854218459671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/5800089854218459671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/06/whole-new-outfit-for-my-blog-indicates.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/TBRy2wMWjuI/AAAAAAAAA8s/Z-4-3YgRmJ4/s72-c/clipartcheerleaderga3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-2206059764050333536</id><published>2010-06-10T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T11:41:28.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TBExXeEvppI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/tPeJqmkAVWw/s1600/2010-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481216500766320274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TBExXeEvppI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/tPeJqmkAVWw/s200/2010-logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-----------------------------&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ello &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIFA&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;BUBYE &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A LEVEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. ------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-2206059764050333536?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2206059764050333536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=2206059764050333536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/2206059764050333536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/2206059764050333536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/06/h-ello-fifa.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/TBExXeEvppI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/tPeJqmkAVWw/s72-c/2010-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-5401426549471911500</id><published>2010-06-10T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T11:37:30.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TBEwedSKDiI/AAAAAAAAA8A/eZUWHTwP8jw/s1600/french.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481215521301597730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TBEwedSKDiI/AAAAAAAAA8A/eZUWHTwP8jw/s400/french.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome back blog.(clamping hand,jumping,screaming n cheer for it) I am back.Finally activating you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, exam is not over but i kinda relax right now but still this breathing difficulty is still haunting me.Shooo..get lost.Since I cant sleep with this gasping sound I am making out loud so I decided to update some post of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mua&lt;/span&gt; blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shine and rise.It's gonna be a new day.Guessing everyone will be cheering ,screaming and counting the time to wait for 3pm to come.The last paper.Who doesn't want to cheer for it?I guess I am the only lunatic who &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; wanna cheer for it.Part because I am scared,the other half is telling me degree is coming and you are old now.No more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-u.The degree door is opening for you now.Bye bye freshman.Another things that bother me is I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stuck &lt;/span&gt;in this boring city with yup A FEW FRIENDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;never mind&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier on I was still upset with no one "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teman&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;" me for the whole month.Well not now.Who says I cant live without them.Hello!I am still alive.Not dying yet.Almost.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Quan&lt;/span&gt; planned an outing with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sha&lt;/span&gt; so I am in.New start which is good.My wheel of fortune is turning right now.TICK &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TOCK&lt;/span&gt;,TICK &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TOCK&lt;/span&gt;.It's changing.Maybe I will be a little upset with those outing picture of THEM on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; later on.But, it is gonna be changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have just signed up for a french class and it's starting this monday.Wohoo..Yup,the best remedy the forget about pain is keep myself busy.Learn something new.Look around the world.It's not over yet.I have plenty of stuffs waiting me ahead.Busy,busy,busy.Miss busy is busy with her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;schedule&lt;/span&gt; for the next..omg..i just remember my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;genting&lt;/span&gt; trip is on a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; too which means I will miss a french class.Well,relax.It's holiday.So chill! Before I enter into the tomb,I am gonna enjoy the rest of the month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh,It sounds a bit crazy though.The first thing I wanna do after my exam is drink a cup of icy,sweet,cool &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kokoberry&lt;/span&gt;.After watching the disgusting video posted by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;clemmy&lt;/span&gt;.This idea crazily pop into my mind.Well, at least my craziness is still there,not gone.Good thing.Keep it up.&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/8781658392521999860-5401426549471911500?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5401426549471911500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=5401426549471911500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/5401426549471911500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/5401426549471911500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/06/welcome-back-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/TBEwedSKDiI/AAAAAAAAA8A/eZUWHTwP8jw/s72-c/french.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-6481831521170684528</id><published>2010-06-06T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:31:08.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TAvpC4RF-PI/AAAAAAAAA74/SZAs0wkIT8U/s1600/cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479729607299430642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TAvpC4RF-PI/AAAAAAAAA74/SZAs0wkIT8U/s400/cute.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;---------- Drag and drag and drag.It's almost there&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Don't stop&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's just so easy to get happy.--------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-6481831521170684528?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6481831521170684528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=6481831521170684528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/6481831521170684528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/6481831521170684528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/06/drag-and-drag-and-drag.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/TAvpC4RF-PI/AAAAAAAAA74/SZAs0wkIT8U/s72-c/cute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-207691042971856472</id><published>2010-06-06T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:27:53.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TAvn0SJrugI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Ks1aSG-s8pw/s1600/stephen_wright_04_470x364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479728257038006786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TAvn0SJrugI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Ks1aSG-s8pw/s400/stephen_wright_04_470x364.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well being alone is not so bad when you know learning to be alone is a process you must go through before you grow up.And it's not the fruit of the result but the process that you undergo that make the whole thing meaningful and fruitful because getting something that you know is not lasting, is actually lying to yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; know why there's someone who used to keep on telling me,you are still YOUNG, you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; grow up and you haven't even seen half of the world.It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; true but it's only because he's born a few 100 days earlier than me which make him has the right to say this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to tell anyone how depress is my life but to share to everyone that I am actually enjoying the process because now I really stop and see the views beside the path I am going through.When you finally got freedom,you feel like going back when you are bound by rules.This is just part of human being that confused.If you know getting a freedom is not what you want then why going for it in the first place?Because everyone is doing so,people tend to follow the crowd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;------------------------------FOLLOW THE CROWD.------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How many of them could draw a boundary for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt; and telling &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt; that "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;,today I am gonna build my own personality.So stop following the crowd."I realise it.Not too late.At least, not too late to follow my own stand and build my own personality and have my own crowd.Not necessary to be big,at least there's you and me.&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/8781658392521999860-207691042971856472?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/207691042971856472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=207691042971856472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/207691042971856472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/207691042971856472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/06/well-being-alone-is-not-so-bad-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/TAvn0SJrugI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Ks1aSG-s8pw/s72-c/stephen_wright_04_470x364.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-2137540950955222320</id><published>2010-06-04T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T03:24:30.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook | 回忆: 慢慢的会知道的42件事</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TAjUPjc7yVI/AAAAAAAAA7o/NpIRNxRn3DE/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478862310375934290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TAjUPjc7yVI/AAAAAAAAA7o/NpIRNxRn3DE/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;01.慢慢的才知道,太在乎别人了往往会伤害自己&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02.慢慢的才知道,对自己好的人会随着时间的流逝越来越少,&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03.慢慢的才知道,一个人要自己对自己好,因为真正关心你的人很少,有了事他们也不一定会在你身边。所以要自己照顾自己&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04.慢慢的才知道,真心对一个人好不一定有回报,而你忽略的人往往有可能是最重视你的,&amp;shy;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;05.慢慢的才知道，从现在开始应该把握你能把握的人，放弃你留不住的人，不要因为想留住个别人，而放弃了一群人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;06.慢慢的才知道,自己一定在乎自己的自尊,但你的自尊在别人眼里根本不算什么,&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08.慢慢的才知道,不要心情不好的时候对周围人发脾气,渴望他们谅解你,人家不是你的父母,现在你可以明白父母对自己多么重要,&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.慢慢的才知道,原来现实如此的无奈。&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.慢慢的才知道,会遇到许多自己看不惯的人或事,但那与你无关,别人爱咋整随他便,别生不该生的气,不值,&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;21.慢慢的才知道,会遇到很多诱惑,无论别人怎么样,你是你,你有你的原则和底限,&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.慢慢的才知道,会有人很讨厌你或者和你过不去,但是他爱怎么样就怎么样,我们要大度,不和小人计较,但前提是你正确,&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.慢慢的才知道,很多人无法理解男女之间的朋友关系,在一起就一定是恋人,不是恋人就一定不能在一起,&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.慢慢的才知道,学习要刻苦,因为凭聪明就能应付考试科目的人是凤毛翎角,&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.慢慢的才知道,原来时间一空闲下来是那么无聊,丝毫没有中学的充实的感觉,&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.慢慢的才知道,手机是别人有事找你的时候用的,并不是为了交流感情的&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.慢慢的才知道,可以不把所有人当朋友,但千万不能把一个人当敌人,至少可以当同学,&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.慢慢的才知道,玩你能玩的起的,玩不起的千万别玩,不然会输了什么都没有的,&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.慢慢的才知道,快乐常常来自回忆,而痛苦常常来自于回忆与现实的差距,&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.慢慢的才知道,那些嘻哈打闹只是消遣而已,而过往的抽烟打架更是无知.&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.慢慢的才知道,有很多人的想法与做法你无法理解,或是根本不知道他在想什么,千万别在那揣摩或者瞎猜,那样会让自己累,既然人家要保持神秘感那就让人家保持去啊,自己又不是占卜师,&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.慢慢的才知道,不要把自己想的有多高,没有绝对性的胜利,也没有绝对性的失败&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33,慢慢的才知道,生活是有很多不公平的, 你一定要正视,相信实力和群众的眼睛,&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.慢慢的才知道,兄弟情义有时候未必是想像的那么美好, 只有自己真心付出,才有可能得到别人的真心对待.&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.慢慢的才知道,有的人不断的算计,到头还来是会输的很惨,所以应当保持一个平和的心!&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.慢慢的才知道,有的事情不是自己所愿意的,但是有的事情必须得去完成,那也是对自己的一段特训.&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37,慢慢的才知道,原来两个人在一起或真或假,相处的时间还是占据着重要成份.&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.慢慢的才知道,现实根想法的差距,必须要随机应变,跟上生活的步伐!&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.慢慢的才知道,自己也在慢慢长大,不在是小孩子了,适应着每一件事的成长.&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40慢慢的才知道，给人留一线日后好相见的真正意义,没有永远的敌人只有永远的朋友,凡事不要做的太绝,事情的结局都是用嘴巴说出来的.&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.慢慢的才知道,不管玩的多好的朋友都有可能失去,但是我们还是要乐观面对,若是真的把他(她)当作自己的朋友就应该为他(她)祝福.遥望!只是做自己所做的.&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42慢慢的才知道,自己在慢慢接受社会了,所以也要慢慢学会适应&amp;shy;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-2137540950955222320?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2137540950955222320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=2137540950955222320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/2137540950955222320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/2137540950955222320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/06/facebook-42.html' title='Facebook | 回忆: 慢慢的会知道的42件事'/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/TAjUPjc7yVI/AAAAAAAAA7o/NpIRNxRn3DE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-2459172378861231510</id><published>2010-06-03T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T05:13:48.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TAecQoGKAII/AAAAAAAAA7g/2Xtzwv0K7QA/s1600/walking_away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478519281174577282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TAecQoGKAII/AAAAAAAAA7g/2Xtzwv0K7QA/s400/walking_away.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People will forgive but they will not forget.If you want to be part of this world,people will talk.You just got to learn to accept it.If you cant play with the shark,get out of the water.You need to stand tall with your head high to face the UES.For better or worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-2459172378861231510?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2459172378861231510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=2459172378861231510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/2459172378861231510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/2459172378861231510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/06/people-will-forgive-but-they-will-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/TAecQoGKAII/AAAAAAAAA7g/2Xtzwv0K7QA/s72-c/walking_away.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-4365692471007830988</id><published>2010-06-02T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T11:58:17.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TAapFZ2TX6I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/kXkIkj8EiDM/s1600/ss_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478251907045875618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/TAapFZ2TX6I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/kXkIkj8EiDM/s400/ss_13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't wanna explain much.Explaining &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blurring&lt;/span&gt; up things.It's a feeling that is unexplainable.Some think that I am jealous,well,it' s something I have been explaining for the pass few days.Repeating it again is just tiring.Just let it be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am finding a position that I could balance up and not screwing my paper with my complicated feeling.I am telling myself,3 years,just 3 years.People who understand you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; say you wanna be a lawyer.It's never my ambition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; see how crowd can influence people.There are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; who blindly following the crowd.There are people with strong stands.Expecting too much will end up disappointed .Finding a comfortable zone.See no evil,hear no evil,speak no evil is the basic rules in society.Say what people wanna listen and just pretend you see nothing is the surviving rules that one should know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rushing with time is what human being has did for the pass centuries.It's a gene in us who tell us to rush,rush,rush.Now,stop,listen,understand!!!!!!!!see things &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beyond&lt;/span&gt; the surface then you will  find the diamond among the sand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-4365692471007830988?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/4365692471007830988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=4365692471007830988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/4365692471007830988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/4365692471007830988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-wanna-explain-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/TAapFZ2TX6I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/kXkIkj8EiDM/s72-c/ss_13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-8934696899705235911</id><published>2010-06-02T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T11:24:18.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you annoymous.I know who you are.But dont worry.I accept what you are saying.It's not wrong.Really thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-8934696899705235911?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8934696899705235911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=8934696899705235911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8934696899705235911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8934696899705235911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/06/thank-you-annoymous.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-2529249362848949499</id><published>2010-05-28T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T07:11:56.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today,writing this post,is not to share my happiness,it's to seek for rational friends who could judge if what i have done is right or wrong.Dont be afraid to say out loud if I am wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,recently, I have faced some unhappy things.Remember what Hong Quan says when people are angry,what they say dont reflect what they mean.They rationality decrease.Let talk about the story. A has been feeling alone although mixing with the crowd.Then there is one time A has been angry because her friends bought cake without discussing with her when there is cake for a friend's birthday.Well,this is the surface story.All this while people are thinking that hey,why so stingy,why so sensitive about did,it's just a cake.as long as the birthday girl is happy,why care about whether it's 1 cake or 2 cakes.But why is she so angry?Is it really all about an extra cake.No,it's not.It is because that particular area is super jam.she is from that area.Yes true to say there's another guy from that area but he never go out at night and he has moved out.and it's near election,road block is everyway.And that buying an extra cake and in the end they end up trapping in the jam for hours and what if they couldnt get back before 12,i am serious,i went through it then is it worth to buy an extra cake.Yes, nevermind as long as everyone is happy,no matter with an extra cake.Ok,she takes it and leave it,thinking that,she might be too sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later,there is another member in the group birthday.She told advance that it's exam time,let's concentrate.Activity can organise after this.Does is matter to celebrate that day or later.Well, anyway,activity is planned again.So she didnt go because she has 3 papers in 3 days.So may say,why upset?just missing a birthday.So now let her tell u why she is upset?Because there has been so many cases that postponing has been done to tolerate J and F.someone cant go,nevermind we wait,we go that place so that the person can elebrate.Ok,in this case,there is no time for postponing but in this situation,why not tolerating A by saying maybe we celebrate at college so she could spare an hour out so everyone is there.Ok,some may say,it not reasonable coz A is not the birthday one.Accepeted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let analysis deeper down,why she is upset?why she says she felt leave out?She is in the group isn't she?No one really not asking her not going to any activities,no one even not talk to her.So why upset?Let her tell you why?because she was never in the group when she is in the group.Let see deeper again.Each of them is pairing up and that she is no body.Well, W is with M and M always take care of T.T is close friends to C and N.C and N are close to J because they knew each other since the starting of college.F is with JL.Then one may say,well no big deal,w is also facing the same thing I bet.No,because she is the same class as them.So they set up another thing call class group.So where is A situated?Neither.Well,look at the bright side,A is still in the group.But she is afraid.She laugh double loud,talk double face,walk triple face to catch up the topic,to pretend she laughs every joke they say.Then one may say,why not being yourself,dont leave for people.But the thing is the group's characteristic is they always joke,they always crap.It's not to say A dont like,it's because she don't spend time on facebook,even if she does,she dont mix with the topic because she thinks rather than spending time on it,what is the outcome?Why not spend time on something better.Maybe study?It's just not that she doesnt wanna share any doubts,she is scared.Everytime telling her bf,she always has the thinking that,haiya,solve yourself la.Smile and days will pass by.Not a big deal.You know your parent have been like this since you are form 3.You having handle it well all this while.You have been disguised yourself very well.Don't worry it will be fine.Dont go kacau people.Sharing it will only let some pity you,some might suggest,it's your parent's problem,let them solve,you can't do anything.And that's not the answer she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So day pass by,it's always been central around making fun with each other or some other target.She could take it.But there are times she thinks,who is there to tell her I will wait for you.I wont go without you.Where is times when she is frustrated and not in a good mood like a few days ago calls from people like how they treat J?Not that she jealous J but sometimes what is friends for?True friends will not disowned you.True friends will volenter to send you home when you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once when she is very sick and vomitting non stop.Well people do notice,maybe some did ask if she is ok.But then they do nothing.They still continue went for lunch,they still continue joking.She walked back college alone.Yes,there are 2 followed her but neither assisted her to walk.Neither in the group offers to send her to hospital.Yes JL did send her but she dropped her at the Lrt station which she really appreciated.But when she is sick like hell,the rest were only there sitting and see.Did they even know that she nearly went for CPU due to stomach internal bleeding?Did they even get the effort to ask?No...because she has bf.But if today it's the situation where J is sick,I trust that either C or N would volunter to send her to hospital or even they didnt drive,they would ask F or JL to send.Here,A wanna clarify that she is really not jealous,A just wanna equal or maybe little better treat from either of them.Not blaming them for not sending me to hospital,just that one can clearly see that who is a true friends when one is in difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes her more upset is there has been 1 time she been leave at the train station which she doesnt familiar with it.Yes,she said it's fine.But is that true?A girl alone at a unfamiliar station,wanting to go home.Again,if today if it has been J,it would be different,offer will be given to send her to kl central,a station where KTM can easily been get.Even if it happens to W,at least her bf is there for her to accompany her home,or at least,the bf would hv suggested that a ride for her to a safer place.Yes,message has been sent to ask if she is home.Does that make a different if that very day she is lost and things went terribly wrong,would a message change anything?It is not that she is being leave out,it's just that it's just who is there for her when she needs.Having a boyfriend doesnt mean that he could appear up when you need him.Most of the time,A has to balance between bf and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may have been wrong to wrote that in facebook by telling clemmy about her frustration indirectly.It's not even a straight forward post to tell everyone what's her unhappiness.She sincerely apologize for writing that angry words when she is angry and she has no right to say that.Maybe she cares too much and this is something that she should not care.But today if what she said is something truely bad about their attitude or their action then blame her.it's not even about personality.It's just a concern about their future.She never said that taking 2 subjects people are stupid nor did she says they would fail badly.But if those 2 are their strong subjects like w and c and that they could manage their time well,i would never stop them from doing it.But those 2 subjects are not strong subject of T and maybe N is good in math but is she good in law?What is 1 subject fail?Isnt she wasting her time?M maybe clever and ambitious.A never say that degree is everything.Why giving up education when you have the ability and smartness to do it?Yes,how bout money?Ptptn is there.Yes you need to pay back but not now.it's latter when you start working.Paying 5 bucks per month,they also accept.At least you are not wasting time.By then,you are not afraid of people thinking different of you.By then if you still insist of opening a mee stall and start getting your capital,you have the right to do that.Or maybe by then with a strong education background,bank might grant you a bigger amout to open you franchise.You can even get more friends to be you partners and you wouldnot regret for what you have done.A is sorry that she said that directly in facebook but she didnot mean to say bad things about you.Just fun is fun,study is study.Sometime a simple birthday can also let the birthday one having a deep impression of it.Delay or advance doesnot make any different to the birthday one.As long as they know you guys's effort of planing it,it's really more than enough.Outing doesnot necessary to go so far,a simple and easy one can be because by the end of the day,it does not matter the venue,what matter is everyone is there.Joke are made,fun is there.If A mistakes is writting something about them on facebook,need they do the samething back?Write something even more harsh on facebook?If that is it,then A is speechless.They have any right to be angry of her message but they have no right to judge her reason for being upset and feeling going out from her group.Because it's them who make her feeling to quiting the group.She is just tired of pretending to smile when she dont feel like doing so,it's just exhausted to laugh double loud to get notice that hello,I am here.Laughing haha once and not getting notice might because she is not laughing loud enough,laughing the second time,hahaha and not geting notice is call idiot,laughing third time hahahaha and not getting notice means you are a hopeless maniac.So this is A's story,now you have the right to judge if she is wrong or right.Hong quan was right,no one has right to judge one side and not hearing the other.I now knew how he felt that very day when everyone judges about him.He doesnt want all the things he gave back,he just wants people to know that he has up and down.By telling his outside friends is because they can give a better suggestion to him and they know him better.By telling his group of college friends,they cant do anything but to worry about him.it's just not fair to judge one side and not listening to the other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-2529249362848949499?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-9104008033901446988</id><published>2010-04-12T01:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T02:04:33.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheerful look with an empty soul inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/S8LhsSHsK7I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/KjC1JifUzMM/s1600/sad_girl_1398378c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459173849221049266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/S8LhsSHsK7I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/KjC1JifUzMM/s400/sad_girl_1398378c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda weird to write a blog after leaving it blank for so long.Just suddenly feel like blogging so I randomly browse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; every friend's blog and realise I am a shallow person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In some situation, I tend to try to fake out a smile or question just to entertain people.I feel as though I live for people and realise no people living for me.Even I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hanging&lt;/span&gt; around with a bunch of friends, the strong loneliness still exist in my mind as if they never realise I am there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; got the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;situation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stuck &lt;/span&gt;in between either choosing friend or boyfriend, family or friends.Sacrifices one side is a must.I wish I could choose both but most of the time,the situation is one side is holding me too tight or the other side not giving me enough attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I have been through is not someone of my age could bare.Anyone in my situation would have cry and die.All this while I realise,BEST FRIEND does exist and it's dean who is the most distant from me but the closest to me.I just do not know how to start sharing my pain with a friend I know for 1 year and those are caring friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am tired of being strong.Standing in the crowd but realise I am lonely and mentally out of the crowd.The cheerful look I have is to cover up the empty soul inside of the body.If someone is asking me why am I looking forward to leave the house? It's not because of freedom.Because I have not learn how to forgive my father.Give and take is not in my dictionary yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-9104008033901446988?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/9104008033901446988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=9104008033901446988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/9104008033901446988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/9104008033901446988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/04/cheerful-look-with-empty-soul-inside.html' title='Cheerful look with an empty soul inside'/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/S8LhsSHsK7I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/KjC1JifUzMM/s72-c/sad_girl_1398378c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-5831597768083739398</id><published>2010-02-08T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T09:33:28.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/S3BKunLS13I/AAAAAAAAA7I/6KXxkcpHT2M/s1600-h/drop-dead-diva-does-it-again-af.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435926914886981490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/S3BKunLS13I/AAAAAAAAA7I/6KXxkcpHT2M/s400/drop-dead-diva-does-it-again-af.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When is the last time I gain weight?What I mean is weight,weight.I never been over 45.That is my maximum.Been able to eat and not being over that number,I can say that I am lucky.Have you ever imagine yourself being fat.What I mean is 105kg.How would people see you?Do you or do you not say that guy judge a girl with their outfit and size before getting to know them?And is that or is that not bias?Do fat girl really want to be fat?The feeling of people judge them from head to toes doesn't feel good at all.Who would ever want that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is one day a lady asked me how did I manage to keep my body to be so fit?What is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sarcastic&lt;/span&gt; is I was holding a donut and she is saying I am slim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A research says that a slim and pretty girl get a better job than a fat girl.Isn't because they are confident of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt; and that confident is the key to success! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A confident woman is the prettiest woman.It's not up to people to judge you.It's how you judge yourself make a different."Go fat girl!! Make a difference and tell the world that you have no right to tell me that I am fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-5831597768083739398?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5831597768083739398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=5831597768083739398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/5831597768083739398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/5831597768083739398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-is-last-time-i-gain-weightwhat-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/S3BKunLS13I/AAAAAAAAA7I/6KXxkcpHT2M/s72-c/drop-dead-diva-does-it-again-af.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-6589165717183803283</id><published>2009-12-25T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T19:57:12.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I admit my mistake.Yes!I finally updated my post.For yesterday Xmas celebration is definately fun and excited.I though that this year Xmas will be a boring,lonely xmas.Watching tv at home and sleep after that.Unexpectedly,we managed to come out with a plan for just 5 of us with Thomas the only bulb which usually the bulb for wan wen,jp ,brandon and i.After setteling stuff at Jac's house,hehe...we are ready for our dinner at Time Square-VIVO.Later, our movie at 7.10,Sherlock Holmes.People,whoever that have not watch it,please make it fast and get a ticket of the movie asap.I really love the guy who acted as Iron Man and in this movie as Sherlock Holmes.What is the comment about this movie? FABULOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wish everyone a MERRY LITTLE BELATED XMAS with 5 days to the end of 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-6589165717183803283?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6589165717183803283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=6589165717183803283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/6589165717183803283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/6589165717183803283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-admit-my-mistake.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-6767690204108067693</id><published>2009-12-21T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T19:21:13.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SzA61WJYMCI/AAAAAAAAA7A/5WiwUw3ceOk/s1600-h/DSC01154+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417895039879098402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SzA61WJYMCI/AAAAAAAAA7A/5WiwUw3ceOk/s400/DSC01154+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas is 3 days down the road.Many people to thank,many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; chain message coming in and even plans for count down and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; party are along the way too.Just came back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rotaract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Conference 09/10. Had spent a very meaningful weekend with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Shalini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kuala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kangsar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; where both of us are totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alienated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by our seniors and was new in the conference.Therefore, we found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt; hard to adapt to this whole new environment.Thus, we mixed around,know new friends,hang around and shyly say hi to people so we got Ha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Korean&lt;/span&gt; girl) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from Help College and nevertheless, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Fedrick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;UCTI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as friends.I understand how is the feeling of getting new friends and wanted to mix well with the group feeling.I felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt; of myself for being able to handle things maturely and not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;influenced&lt;/span&gt; by group of people.When girl is treating boy well and the boy responded and here goes rumour spreading around.Well, I don't think I should any how keeping a distance with a friend especially when he is a guy just because of some rumours.It's really not an adult way to handle things.He is just trying to make friend and it's a natural respond to be nice to people.So people,wake up,it's time to see things behind the cover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having myself enjoying in the camp,I met with this nice African,Adi which turn out to be my angel.Well, Amelia here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;declare&lt;/span&gt; herself not scared and bias of African again.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am here at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;MCD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but feeling as if I am over Starbucks.The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; songs are all so classic and I cant stop falling in love with it.It is making me so home sick.Yup,my father is here.So what?I am homesick cause my mum is not here.So people out there!I WANNA GO HOME.So now you realise how lucky you are to be home.Merry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people and God bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-6767690204108067693?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6767690204108067693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=6767690204108067693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/6767690204108067693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/6767690204108067693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-3-days-down-road.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/SzA61WJYMCI/AAAAAAAAA7A/5WiwUw3ceOk/s72-c/DSC01154+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-3601314743448227419</id><published>2009-12-16T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T05:05:42.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SyjYX65O4YI/AAAAAAAAA64/YMa_du1elhU/s1600-h/malaysia-airlines-stewardes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415816457370919298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SyjYX65O4YI/AAAAAAAAA64/YMa_du1elhU/s400/malaysia-airlines-stewardes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's almost year end so everyone is up for something.Plan comes along.2012 is near but we still need to plan for our future.My future? I don't know.It seems too far for me to talk about.It's so far to reach.College life?I have not much expectation towards it.Normally people are excited bout college life.Studying in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ATC&lt;/span&gt;?Am I going to spend my 3 years there?Is a yes yes.I don't dare to risk my relationship.I am not ready for it.I am looking forward for graduation day.Say I am thinking negatively.Yes,I am.When you can't go for your dream,you will end up like this.Of course,I have my concern.To me, this 3 years is the time for me to spend more time to think carefully if my dream is realistic.I am spending this 3 years to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;strenghten&lt;/span&gt; relationship.If I could stand this 3 years,take my time to prepare myself for my dream,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; say it worth everything for me to wait for so long,for that very moment where I can finally put on my uniform,put own my professional smile,serve the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;passenger&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;professional&lt;/span&gt; and fly for my dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-3601314743448227419?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3601314743448227419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=3601314743448227419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/3601314743448227419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/3601314743448227419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-almost-year-end-so-everyone-is-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/SyjYX65O4YI/AAAAAAAAA64/YMa_du1elhU/s72-c/malaysia-airlines-stewardes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-3229235851365807511</id><published>2009-11-23T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:58:14.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omgosh!! This is it? 2 weeks of holiday are gone and leave only 6 days of holiday.Don't do this to me.There is not better than staying home and watch tv. My trip to genting is gone and now all I have is this 6 precious days of holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what we have here---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Shopping (check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Xbox (check)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 online(seldom,this is not good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Sleep (sufficient)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.eat(definately more than enough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine then i shouldn't complaint much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my baby's birthday just passed and he is OFFICIALLY 18th.More picture coming soon.My Cable is not with me so i couldn't update picture from my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never forget to wish my darling SYE CHIEN a happy birthday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched 2012 yesterday.Guys,this is a fantastic movie.A must watch movie for this year.It's not just an ordinary commercial movie.It's a movie with great sounds and graphic effect and it makes you realise the ugly side of human.Telling you that money is definately something in this world.If there is ever someone telling you that money is nothing,tell them B*ll shit.You may have different opinion about this movie.But this is my comment bout this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More update coming soon.Sorry for the emptying the blog for so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-3229235851365807511?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3229235851365807511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=3229235851365807511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/3229235851365807511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/3229235851365807511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2009/11/omgosh-this-is-it-2-weeks-of-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-8552186518130363735</id><published>2009-11-14T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T00:26:00.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/Sv5paZl0kTI/AAAAAAAAA6w/HCox4ScAi-E/s1600-h/cutequote1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403872505158209842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/Sv5paZl0kTI/AAAAAAAAA6w/HCox4ScAi-E/s400/cutequote1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gladest thing in my live:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.having a loving and caring mother who would do anything just to protect me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.Having a Boyfriend who would think twice before doing things and responsible,and who will also protect me no matter how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.having a gang of friends who will never betray our friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i am saying nat,thomas,jp,jac,wan wen and chu ping) You all ROX! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.Having 2 hamsters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Having luck all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-8552186518130363735?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8552186518130363735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=8552186518130363735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8552186518130363735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8552186518130363735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2009/11/gladest-thing-in-my-live-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/Sv5paZl0kTI/AAAAAAAAA6w/HCox4ScAi-E/s72-c/cutequote1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-3208667147908805042</id><published>2009-11-12T20:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:10:21.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SvzqBxtNk_I/AAAAAAAAA6o/wP8TorC-tfY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403450969181492210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SvzqBxtNk_I/AAAAAAAAA6o/wP8TorC-tfY/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for not updating my blog for so long.Now I am finally back.Activating back this little blog I have.I have been very emotional recently.Love to cry for little stuff I think and sensitive to what people try to do and say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all begins with knowing father is back to the old him again and there is no trust between us.Our conversation is just normal greeting.He never realise how much I changed and I am actually more mature and understanding than what he thinks I am.Well, everyone says I am a good actor.Never deny,I am really good actor.I am playing a role as a spy and as a daughter who pretend she knows nothing but she definately knows more than the father think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well,I just played with facebook fortune cookies.It actually showed me this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Get away from home awhile to recharge energies"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is so true.I kept on asking myself whether I am trying to&lt;br /&gt;escape from the truth or I am trying to plan for my future ?Well&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately,I&lt;br /&gt;am trying to run away from the truth.I found myself rather&lt;br /&gt;moody this few days.I&lt;br /&gt;jsut suddenly don't know how to start a conversation&lt;br /&gt;with people.Communicating&lt;br /&gt;with people some how seem hard to me now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sleeping is a difficult to me.I never told him about this cause I just don't want him to be worry. I have been sleeping late recently.I am not saying 2/3 am as late.It 4-5 am I am saying here.Closing my eyes making me feel scared.What is my next step?What's gonna happen?Should I tell my friends bout my problem?etc..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I hope my father realised my change and please I have suffer enough.I just wanna get some rest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-3208667147908805042?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3208667147908805042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=3208667147908805042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/3208667147908805042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/3208667147908805042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2009/11/sorry-for-not-updating-my-blog-for-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/SvzqBxtNk_I/AAAAAAAAA6o/wP8TorC-tfY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-8439889718622183959</id><published>2009-10-22T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T07:22:27.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have not blog  for months.Ah....Was actually busy with study.Study, study, Study!!! I have been staying over Brandon's house for 3 weeks.Time passed so fast.I hardly could adapt to this new environment for the first few weeks.So many things to worry.We are so close. I see him 24/7. I hug and kiss him anytime I like.Amazingly, things have been going smooth and I miss my parent so much.It's so homely and warm to be with his family which I can never get to have the feeling again.Well, I don't even remember when is the last time I have a proper dinner with my family.Well, amazingly I actually could get along with his mother.I used to worry about getting along with his mother.Soon I get to know his elder brother-Beng Tack.Kinda cool person.Don't really crack jokes.When I was thinking of how to start a conversation with him he actually started to ask me some questions.Haha... you would never wanna see him smile.It's just so to little boy.Well at least i get to know him and found that underneath the mask,he is actually a nice guys.I will definately  miss the the time staying over his house. My eating schedule has back to normal.At least,I have 3 meals everyday.I will definately miss you dear.I love you.I hope this moment never go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-8439889718622183959?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8439889718622183959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=8439889718622183959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8439889718622183959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8439889718622183959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-not-blog-for-months.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-7696949160663153878</id><published>2009-09-21T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:15:16.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am not asking for a surprise party neither present from you guys! Is really that hard to just send a birthday wishes,drop by facebook to write a message.It doesn't even need to spend a single cent on it.It's really sad to have a 3 year friends to forget your birthday.Now I realise the closest friends you have are actually stranger to me.I know nat,chu ping,jian ping,wan wen,jac and Brandon for only 3 months.They could remember my birthday why couldn't you guys remember.Maybe I am really nothing to you guys.It has been the second Year this thing is happening.I keep on wondering what am I to you all.Maybe I am the stranger in the group but i never realise.3 months friendship couldn't even compete to a 3 years friendship.How stupid to realise now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-7696949160663153878?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7696949160663153878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=7696949160663153878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/7696949160663153878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/7696949160663153878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-not-asking-for-surprise-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-8844197143794576118</id><published>2009-09-15T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:46:25.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SrBfDlhEv4I/AAAAAAAAA6g/V1jtZLd5afk/s1600-h/10419_1093113021799_1645743975_296276_6300927_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381906069922824066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SrBfDlhEv4I/AAAAAAAAA6g/V1jtZLd5afk/s400/10419_1093113021799_1645743975_296276_6300927_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just randomly read Dean's blog.Finally he is now settled at UK,starting something new,getting use to the new life,new place and new friends. I understand his feeling of being home sick, missing old friends and old days. Starting over in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alienated&lt;/span&gt; place wasn't easy. Look back to the old time when  I first started to get use to the new environment, I couldn't stop laughing.How silly am I? Worried bout how to know new friends? Blaming my father of sending me to this SO call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ATC&lt;/span&gt; college.No campus life,no friends accompanying me to school.Feeling so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alienated&lt;/span&gt; and home sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time flies.It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt; now.I have my own gang and own friends.It's as if I know them for years.Thank you for giving me a surprise party.Thank you for remembering my birthday. The feeling of been forgotten is really terrible.I never want it again. Form 5 is a nightmare.Birthday been forgotten by very best friend... No I really don't wanna think back again. Having a friends that know me for a few months to celebrate birthday for me,i think I could put down the bad experience I have and continue my life.Whether they remember or not,it really doesn't matter now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you guys! I love you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-8844197143794576118?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8844197143794576118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=8844197143794576118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8844197143794576118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8844197143794576118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-just-randomly-read-deans-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/SrBfDlhEv4I/AAAAAAAAA6g/V1jtZLd5afk/s72-c/10419_1093113021799_1645743975_296276_6300927_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-4647896862934159072</id><published>2009-08-13T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T07:14:05.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SoQfhS8lfpI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/WiJqmb-HBQ0/s1600-h/DSC05476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369451312614571666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SoQfhS8lfpI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/WiJqmb-HBQ0/s400/DSC05476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ATC&lt;/span&gt; next top model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SoQfSFl0zuI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rkEojYXQAMU/s1600-h/5728_135102178451_720598451_3149898_472591_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369451051331407586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SoQfSFl0zuI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/rkEojYXQAMU/s400/5728_135102178451_720598451_3149898_472591_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; very light &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jacqueline&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;danica&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lucas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;voon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SoQe9j42F0I/AAAAAAAAA6I/w4F-yn1iCp4/s1600-h/6451_1030233135934_1828534252_66594_8290908_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369450698686994242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SoQe9j42F0I/AAAAAAAAA6I/w4F-yn1iCp4/s400/6451_1030233135934_1828534252_66594_8290908_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SoQef0SuALI/AAAAAAAAA6A/meRGcW4rj3U/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369450187694407858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SoQef0SuALI/AAAAAAAAA6A/meRGcW4rj3U/s400/DSC00134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Excuses me guys!This picture is only available for pretty girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.Please quiet up for the picture shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SoQeILP1frI/AAAAAAAAA54/IQShWBM45BA/s1600-h/6011_1071055270369_1645743975_239132_6631763_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369449781539471026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SoQeILP1frI/AAAAAAAAA54/IQShWBM45BA/s400/6011_1071055270369_1645743975_239132_6631763_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Celebrating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Thomas's&lt;/span&gt; 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;genting&lt;/span&gt;.Don't cry Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry friends.It has been a long time I didn't update my blog.I was really,really,really busy with assignment and assessment.Time is so pack and rush.Due date is so near, exam is even near.I hardly could breathe.I was so glad that Dean was back but couldn't really meet up with him to listen to his INTERESTING story.I couldn't wait to see him tomorrow.Hopefully we could make it.I miss him a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently was hanging up with new group of friends.A bunch of crazy,hyper,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;PERASAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,talkative,innocent,dirty,etc friends.They are a duplicated copy of me.I never feel so comfortable to hang up with them.Sharing our secret with each other.Teasing each other is our pass time hobby.Teaching Thomas about bad stuff are our talent.Being boyish and no image are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;common&lt;/span&gt; personality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time we spent together at the room no. 7777 was the most fun and unforgettable time.How nice to have you all as friends.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;muakss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-4647896862934159072?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/4647896862934159072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=4647896862934159072' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/4647896862934159072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/4647896862934159072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2009/08/atc-next-top-model.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/SoQfhS8lfpI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/WiJqmb-HBQ0/s72-c/DSC05476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-847803013925630568</id><published>2009-07-13T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T09:55:32.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我不敢相信我竟然对他坦白了。那一个礼拜发生的太快，也结束的太快。不敢相信我竟然做了不该做的事。但奇怪的是，我们总会有所谓的共同点。不敢相信他也会对我如此的坦白。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是，我很开心。是上天的安排，还是纯属巧合？我们有太多，太多的共同点了。对，我已经慢慢，慢慢，地爱上他了。我想，这就是所谓的缘分。缘分早就悄悄地走到我的身边了。只是，我一直紧闭着心，不愿面对现实。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-847803013925630568?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/847803013925630568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=847803013925630568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/847803013925630568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/847803013925630568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-5948460423104881596</id><published>2009-07-12T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T12:53:23.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My thought go out to you,my immortal beloved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can live only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whelly&lt;/span&gt; with you or not at all-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be calm my life,my all-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; by calm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;consideration&lt;/span&gt; of our existence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can we achieve our purpose to live together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Continue to love me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thyme&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;- Ludwig Van Beethoven-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-5948460423104881596?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5948460423104881596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=5948460423104881596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/5948460423104881596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/5948460423104881596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-thought-go-out-to-youmy-immortal.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-8569944885832014185</id><published>2009-07-12T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T12:24:48.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness, I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna gain weight after the trip back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Miri&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning,I ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kolok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt; for brunch.Then I ate a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chickne&lt;/span&gt; pie(shared with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;qi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hong&lt;/span&gt;).In the evening,I ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rojak&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jion&lt;/span&gt;.Finally,I had dinner with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;...I am so gonna gone crazy now.How many calories had I eaten?I need lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt;.Yeah!!must do something with it.The food here is just too nice.I just couldn't resist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-8569944885832014185?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8569944885832014185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=8569944885832014185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8569944885832014185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8569944885832014185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-my-goodness-i-think-im-gonna-gain.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-1447494337385191198</id><published>2009-07-12T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T02:06:45.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SlmnnrrcIxI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Ss_K0rrYTls/s1600-h/twilight-new-moon-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357497531915576082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SlmnnrrcIxI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Ss_K0rrYTls/s400/twilight-new-moon-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Next Target movie: New Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/8781658392521999860-1447494337385191198?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1447494337385191198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=1447494337385191198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/1447494337385191198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/1447494337385191198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2009/07/next-target-movie-new-moon.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/SlmnnrrcIxI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Ss_K0rrYTls/s72-c/twilight-new-moon-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-5425869233774627352</id><published>2009-07-11T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T12:15:12.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SlmnI1xRfkI/AAAAAAAAA5o/40YK8VdDZY0/s1600-h/home+sweet+home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357497002048454210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SlmnI1xRfkI/AAAAAAAAA5o/40YK8VdDZY0/s400/home+sweet+home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home sweet home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing better than home.Yes,i admit that before that I was so excited to go further study at KL. Now i learnt my lesson.There is nothing special about KL.It's just a busy,crowed,polluted city with lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LALA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flight was scary.I experienced free fall as the weather wasn't that good.The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Malay&lt;/span&gt; uncle beside me was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mumbling&lt;/span&gt; some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alquaran&lt;/span&gt; or something.He kept on saying ya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;allah&lt;/span&gt;,ya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;rabih&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ahalmdulilah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Nasib&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;baik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tidak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;mati&lt;/span&gt;.While the bunch of old ladies were praying together.I know i shouldn't laugh at them.But I just couldn't control the receptor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just went out with my darling,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt; Tin.We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;parkson&lt;/span&gt; as I keep on complaining that I haven't got the chance to see how big is Parkson.Well.it didn't amaze me anyway cause it's still 3 floors only and it's just slightly bigger than usual.But there are a few shops that amazed me.I found skin food and stage at Parkson.Lolx...sounds like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sam&lt;/span&gt; pah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lao&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Miri&lt;/span&gt; is a small town and we just don't have to call out friends to meet them cause they will usually go to the same place you go.So,we met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; and Brian at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Parkson&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Qi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; just had his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; break last week.He is still the same old untidy him.Haha...It's a compliment for him.He loves people saying that he is untidy.Lolzz..Brian is still very good looking.I had a bet with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt; Tin.She says Brian will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; me within this 3 days.Darling,you are so gonna lose in this game.I know you know Brian well but don't forget,I am using &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Celcom&lt;/span&gt; now.He is a stingy guy.So you will have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;belanja&lt;/span&gt; me after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-5425869233774627352?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5425869233774627352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=5425869233774627352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/5425869233774627352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/5425869233774627352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2009/07/home-sweet-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/SlmnI1xRfkI/AAAAAAAAA5o/40YK8VdDZY0/s72-c/home+sweet+home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-5919745299403746549</id><published>2009-07-10T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:42:23.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wo...Why didn't i realise that I have a lot of spelling errors in my previous post?Anyway,I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the big day.After been stucked in KL for 6 months,finally I could go home.Miri,I am coming.Chatted with Dean just now.God, some how I am so relief now.Feeling less guilty.I know i can always trust Dean.He is my remedy and understand me so well even more than I do.Can't wait to meet with him and sleep over at his house with a gang of old friends.Spending less than 24 hours with him,I just got to draft out what I am gonna tell him.There is just too much things to share with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just packed my luggage.Not bringing much stuff with me.But I am bringing back my law ,bussiness studies and accounting.Hopefully I have time to study.Lalalala...I am gonna have sleepless night la.Gosh,ok!!I must sleep now.tata...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-5919745299403746549?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5919745299403746549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SlFp5A2dq8I/AAAAAAAAA5g/eAuDOnKXcqc/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355177860122127298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SlFp5A2dq8I/AAAAAAAAA5g/eAuDOnKXcqc/s400/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excited,very excited,extremly excited is what I could describe my feeling now.It was rather a peace weekend.At least everything is settled.I can't wait to go back to Miri.A lot of plans in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.Facial treatment before going back Miri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.Hair rebonding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.Meet up with old friends-Darling ah chau and sye chien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.Shopping with Su Tin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.Over night at friend's house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.Yam Cha with old friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The schedule for that particular is full and pack.I just love the schedule.But I will to catch up a lot of thing after this.A lot of books need to bring back with me.Study still come first.A lot of things to bring back to KL too.I miss my lovely bed.Miss my dog.Miss everything in Miri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MIRI,HERE I COME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-880207917448540916?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jian&lt;/span&gt; Ping says enjoy it.God!!I kept on telling myself it's not true,it's not true ,it's not true.It's a habit and I could change this bad habit,i could forget about it,I could be loyal to this new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt;.A lot of I could appear in my mind but I fail to do so.I still don't know how to tell him.He is a very nice guy.The things that going through the past few weeks make me unable to adapt to the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt;.It was like suddenly decelerate in speed.Everything seems to slow down and seems so save.The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; is less and worries are less too.Should I be glad of this?I have a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;confusions&lt;/span&gt;.But I am telling myself,I can do this.I will have to really love and understand him.I now realise the different in age is really an obstacle in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt;.However, he taught me a lot of things which I never try and never know.I am going back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Miri&lt;/span&gt; next week.Cant wait to share the story with you Dean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;I AM COMING BACK,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;MIRI&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/8781658392521999860-2563968748301847685?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/2563968748301847685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=2563968748301847685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/2563968748301847685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/2563968748301847685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-exam-is-over-and-everything-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-7375835341508213320</id><published>2009-06-17T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:54:50.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything seems to be rather complicated this week.It all happens because of this stupid DRA(District Rotaract Assembly).I chated with dang and he asked me not to think too much.I tried to not think too much but some how when i don't think so much,terrible things always happen.He did something unacceptable(don't think so much.definately not sex).But I got the feeling that he's gonna do more than that as promise is promise and breaking promise is what guys normally will do.Luckily there is Jian Ping pulling me out of this mess before I really got into trouble.I had underestimated KL guys.Thank you Jian Ping.If it wasn't you,I think I would have been eaten by this hungry wolf.Hug for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-7375835341508213320?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7375835341508213320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=7375835341508213320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/7375835341508213320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/7375835341508213320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2009/06/everything-seems-to-be-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-7101922594400096697</id><published>2009-06-12T21:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:46:51.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SjMvOu0EMNI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/DIAZBFqWeww/s1600-h/image-upload-12-710459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SjMvOu0EMNI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/DIAZBFqWeww/s320/image-upload-12-710459.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Using phone to blog again.this is just a random picture took by Amanda in college toilet.lolx..quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;After DRA(district rotaracy assembly),am recently quiet free.Just doing some study to prepare for incoming exam.Went out with joe ,my beloved daddy.I met him from the rotaracy activity.So yesterday we went for a movie-drag me to hell.&lt;br /&gt;Recently,i was addicted to miley cirus,the climb.It's not because of the movie.just like the rhythm.that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday,i actually took my very first step tried to start a conversation with yung sheng,but he never reply a single word.I wonder,is it what i did to him has cause him to have such impact till now we never contact neither speak?I always tell myself,pass is pass.What happens,had happened.Why looking back when you can never repair what had happened?I still wish to be friend with you.You're always the very best friend in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I booked my ticket to miri on the 10th of july.Yeah,i finally can go back to have my kolok mee and rojak.yahoo!Michelle,ah la and wan xin ape going back too.Cant wait till the days come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-7101922594400096697?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7101922594400096697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=7101922594400096697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/7101922594400096697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/7101922594400096697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2009/06/using-phone-to-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/SjMvOu0EMNI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/DIAZBFqWeww/s72-c/image-upload-12-710459.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-8280967471669809512</id><published>2009-06-04T16:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:41:00.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunway trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvQ0dnfWyas/SihdJn04BXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ntBlGOn6s08/s1600-h/image-upload-107-770320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvQ0dnfWyas/SihdJn04BXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ntBlGOn6s08/s320/image-upload-107-770320.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; using phone to post my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sunway&lt;/span&gt; trip.it's really my first try hope the phone bill wont surprise me n cause me heart attack.i almost forget the picture to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sunway&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; take much picture cause we lock our phone in the locker n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; bring camera along.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; revenge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt;.how dare you cheat me to ride the stupid 360°roller &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;coaster&lt;/span&gt;?:'( anyway,it's a different experience going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sunway&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sapo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt;.i really cant stand her.she just love to see others &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;embarrass&lt;/span&gt; and her herself laugh non -stop.:-S fine.this will be the last time you laugh at me.:-D&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/8781658392521999860-8280967471669809512?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8280967471669809512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=8280967471669809512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8280967471669809512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8280967471669809512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunway-trip.html' title='Sunway trip'/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_mvQ0dnfWyas/SihdJn04BXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ntBlGOn6s08/s72-c/image-upload-107-770320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-851934481484610224</id><published>2009-05-30T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T05:02:54.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Saturday again.Those who stay at home on Saturday is 'dunggu'(stupid).As I had planned with Leonard last week,we have our outing again.I met with Leonard at Time Square first then we went to Low Yat to collect Leonard's pay.Later,Tony met us up at Low Yat.The three of us went to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PAVILION &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;as we never go to Pavilion before.(Excuse me,don't get me wrong.Never go to Pavilion before doesn't mean that we Sarawakian are geek or cave man ok?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So,we went to the information centre to check out the map.But we decided to walk around.Then ,finally we decided to have lunch at Wong Kor.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341932088502146562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SiJa7oVuVgI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/wIzbix3lnsM/s400/Img1079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Low yat to Pavilion then Lot 10.We had visited almost every shopping complex at Bukit Bintang.Haha..Never know boys knew how to shopping too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally,Little boy suggested that we should visit &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TASIL TITIWANGSA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know it sounds a bit weird but this is something new right.So we took a train till Titiwangsa station then walked to Tasik Titiwangsa.Tony is our GPS.He successfully lead us to the destination.Yeah ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We just walked around the park and found a very interesting toilet.It's an electronic toilet.It's like a ATM machine.15 Mint per enteries.So Little boy and I took Tony's handphone to start our toilet visit.Who knowa there is a bunch of pig laughing at us.The auntie kept on looking at us too.(hello,didn't you take a toilet picture before?What?very weird mer?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341935477085151330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SiJeA3y3oGI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Bx7O9pDmJyY/s400/Img1098.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Saw the machine?20 cent per entry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341936178826045442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SiJept-76AI/AAAAAAAAA4o/qvwqH98IRb4/s400/Img1100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looks like MAS toilet right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok let's see the beautiful view of Tasik Titwangsa,It looked a bit like Bulatan Park.From far you can see both Menara Kuala Lumpur and Twin tower.We asked an uncle to help us to took picture but it's too bright so hardly can see our face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341955751016036050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SiJwc-EqdtI/AAAAAAAAA5A/0_QNmnccWaA/s400/Img1086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341956741087189634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SiJxWmYBWoI/AAAAAAAAA5I/jFBojm2INrE/s400/Img1085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After we crossed a bridge we found a place to ride horse.Before we went to the counter,we though the price for riding a horse should be around RM10.Surprisingly,it only cost RM 1.haha...Leonard sat in front of the kereta kuda while Tony and I sat at the back.Leonard lernt how to control the horse from the horse rider.Luckily im still alive after the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341953813899740082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SiJusNwJg7I/AAAAAAAAA4w/5SAQDEXWrdU/s400/Img1089.JPG" border="0" 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-7005129946728175166</id><published>2009-05-26T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T02:15:06.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/Shuy43tmXaI/AAAAAAAAA4I/qBTEbIKyKdU/s1600-h/Image358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340058473275481506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/Shuy43tmXaI/AAAAAAAAA4I/qBTEbIKyKdU/s400/Image358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Teacher's day Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jasal&lt;/span&gt;.This a late post.I have been busy with assignment and assessment this whole week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*smile* I got the a lot credit from Mr Sara for my law assignment.But... My law assessment.Damn it.I only manage to write 1 and a half page with a lot of error inside.I really have idea what I have just wrote in my test.I can imagine Mr. Sara laugh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;evilly&lt;/span&gt; while marking my paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the topic.We have replacement for accounting last week with our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jasal&lt;/span&gt; Darling.Before that,he remind us not to give him any present and told us some old story which he thinks is cool but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jayanti&lt;/span&gt; thinks it's weird.He told us that on 1969,he celebrated his birthday alone.He bought himself a refrigerator and put all his wine glasses in it.He took out all his cold glasses and poured himself a glasses of red wine and enjoyed himself by listening to his old classic music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However,we managed to buy him a A8 card and sang him his favourite songs.Meanwhile,Felix gave him a bag of mango.We all love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jasal&lt;/span&gt;.You remind me of the book "Tuesday with Morrie".You are our best godfather and best accounting teacher.We may not be the best students you ever had,but we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; the most"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WONDERFOOL&lt;/span&gt;" students you had!! Cheers!Happy belated Teacher's day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-7005129946728175166?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7005129946728175166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=7005129946728175166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/7005129946728175166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/7005129946728175166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-teachers-day-mr-jasal.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/Shuy43tmXaI/AAAAAAAAA4I/qBTEbIKyKdU/s72-c/Image358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-6803847518040862531</id><published>2009-05-26T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T01:48:20.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Saturday,I had a study or rather say it's a "gossip study" with Shirley.i was rather shock to get our birdman.Firstly,I heard wrongly that Connie was with birdman.When I met them up at Time Squares's starbucks,I saw Tony(shui ge) instead of Connie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,I was really really glad to see him.He is the still the same old him.You know still look "muscular",Boss look,and the same old guy that will call me "fei po".It had been 4 months we never meet up.Well the last time I met him was at Sungei Wang.That time he was with Zhe Jing and other guys,shopping at Sungei Wang and it was a coincidents to meet him there.Actually,I was planning to find them at their hotel which situated at Petaling Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,we went to the famous Lou Shu Fen shop to have our dinner as it's raining cat and dog outside.But the raining somehow make our topic more interesting and excited.We talked a lot about our college life,our old time*cough*(i didn't to make us sound old) and etc.I used to keep on remind Tony to bring his umbrella out because his last name is Shui(water),going out with him is a risk.Maybe it's a coincident,I remember whenever I went out with him,It's always a rainny day and we always forget to bring umbrella.The same thing happen to us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,nevermind.After all I will always ask him out after this.It's damn hot at KL.It has been days,KL has been hot,dry and polluted.I can't stand it anymore.Even worst,when I enter the class,the air con face directly to me.Ya Allah!Please make my life easier.Rain after I am home.Anyway,hug for birdman and Tony.I am glad to meet up with you guys.Keep in touch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-6803847518040862531?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6803847518040862531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=6803847518040862531' title='0 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Bei,I was busy dealing with my assessment.I have the feeling that I am gonna fail so hard in my test.I hardly can remember any cases in the test.*CRY*More update coming up.Planning to go Sunway Lagoon this week.To relax my mind after this stupid law test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-93124467341700477?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/93124467341700477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=93124467341700477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/93124467341700477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SgbYVerTuxI/AAAAAAAAA4A/lk5_swz6qI4/s400/DSC00056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isabel and Jayanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SgbXo94A1bI/AAAAAAAAA34/5_LrmOY0HQs/s1600-h/DSC00054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334187907471168946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SgbXo94A1bI/AAAAAAAAA34/5_LrmOY0HQs/s400/DSC00054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our cute Jayanti is trying to measure the BMI of a mak cik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SgbXFL1YiUI/AAAAAAAAA3w/lpZAowNha6M/s1600-h/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334187292742945090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SgbXFL1YiUI/AAAAAAAAA3w/lpZAowNha6M/s400/DSC00057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Interact Health Camp trip with Jayanti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-872342858707586488?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/872342858707586488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=872342858707586488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/872342858707586488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/872342858707586488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2009/05/isabel-and-jayanti-our-cute-jayanti-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/SgbYVerTuxI/AAAAAAAAA4A/lk5_swz6qI4/s72-c/DSC00056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-8786733744569725565</id><published>2009-05-10T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T06:21:23.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SgbUiI7kzWI/AAAAAAAAA3g/6jcp2qqEdxI/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334184491644931426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SgbUiI7kzWI/AAAAAAAAA3g/6jcp2qqEdxI/s400/DSC00053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vietnam Prawn fried rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SgbTgX3WOjI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/vmHRh0UketA/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334183361782364722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SgbTgX3WOjI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/vmHRh0UketA/s400/DSC00052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vietnam chicken chop &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SgbSXPUhTSI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/-mRbcjnD3Qg/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334182105358355746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SgbSXPUhTSI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/-mRbcjnD3Qg/s400/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;American Set ~ RM 9 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is going back on Sunday so my dad and I decided to celebrate an advance Mother's day.After a window shopping at One U, we went to Old Asia for mother's day dinner.The chicken chop of this shop is really cheap.It only cost RM 9 ONLY.But it wasn't so nice at all.Very small potion.The only food that I think it's quiet special and nice should be the vietnam chicken chop.The chop sauce is a bit sweet and spicy.Meanwhile,the vietnam prawn fried rice is just average.Although the food is average,I am glad that I could spend my mother's day together with family.There is nothing better than spending time with your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-8786733744569725565?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8786733744569725565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=8786733744569725565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8786733744569725565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/8786733744569725565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2009/05/vietnam-prawn-fried-rice-vietnam.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/SgbUiI7kzWI/AAAAAAAAA3g/6jcp2qqEdxI/s72-c/DSC00053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-3259799486221574247</id><published>2009-05-08T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:03:13.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was shocked to receive call from Dean.At first,I thought that it's my brother trying to make fun of me.I have not contect him for months.How I miss the good old day when we spend our time at starbucks online and talking.A lot of things happen this few months.The sudden change in the environment where I live,I study and etc.I hardly could accept that I am totally outdated with the thing I know.Am I being too sensitive or this is the fact?Being not so outstanding or pretty in the college where I study means you will be out of the crowd.But there is always exception,I feel homely when talk to friends from our hometown.Does that mean that went through this whole sudden changes mean that I need to grow up?Or I should accept the fact?But able to keep in touch with some old friends are the gladest thing I ever had.I am really glad to have you all as friends.Thank you for the supports and cares.I love you all.xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-3259799486221574247?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-1778527447309982455</id><published>2009-04-26T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T08:08:38.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SfR4W0VPjuI/AAAAAAAAA3I/zTFnWBCrLAk/s1600-h/DSC00032+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329016592486338274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SfR4W0VPjuI/AAAAAAAAA3I/zTFnWBCrLAk/s400/DSC00032+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 3 little girls that help me to wash toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are all mixed blood girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Felicia-half &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt;,half &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Georgina and Jesse-Half &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Greece&lt;/span&gt;,half British &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't get to sleep well last night.Today, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Khing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yi&lt;/span&gt; invited me to her church.The special thing is that the worship only took 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; and then all the church member went to Beautiful Gate,a handicap house for charity work. It was tiring but we were satisfy with our work and had a lot of fun.Then we went for a Hakka Yong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Taufu's&lt;/span&gt; stall for lunch which is actually the most famous food in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Seremban&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On 2 something,we went out for badminton.I am totally sucks in ball game so what more to say BADMINTON.Don't jump into the conclusion so fast,I did manage to play badminton with the help of Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Shankis&lt;/span&gt;.My very first time knowing how to play badminton.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then,they dropped me at KL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sentral&lt;/span&gt; but I took the wrong bus and went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kepong&lt;/span&gt;.Well,It was still a happy day for me.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hehehe&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/8781658392521999860-1778527447309982455?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1778527447309982455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=1778527447309982455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/1778527447309982455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/1778527447309982455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2009/04/3-little-girls-that-help-me-to-wash.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/SfR4W0VPjuI/AAAAAAAAA3I/zTFnWBCrLAk/s72-c/DSC00032+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-4190265170937889120</id><published>2009-04-26T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T07:56:51.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SfR12BTJxfI/AAAAAAAAA3A/dPhNxoLCv-Q/s1600-h/thaimoi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329013830008292850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SfR12BTJxfI/AAAAAAAAA3A/dPhNxoLCv-Q/s400/thaimoi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zin's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;spectacle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SfR0g_dwbgI/AAAAAAAAA2w/WEJ2hvGxPkE/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329012369227017730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SfR0g_dwbgI/AAAAAAAAA2w/WEJ2hvGxPkE/s400/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zin&lt;/span&gt;,where are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I though we are suppose to take picture together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SfRz2y_T6LI/AAAAAAAAA2o/Yt5aEtq3cPI/s1600-h/DSC00030+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329011644323588274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SfRz2y_T6LI/AAAAAAAAA2o/Yt5aEtq3cPI/s400/DSC00030+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pork Stick with ham and cheese &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, before going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Seremban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to meet up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Khing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Shella's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Michelle's apartment. Out of the blue,their apartment wasn't as pretty as I imagine in my mind.However,It's quiet cozy.Man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; overnight at their apartment and Michelle's hairstyle changes a lot.We went for brunch at Kim Gary.Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Zin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , Man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I went for a window shopping.It's a window shopping for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Zin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I,but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not a window shopping for Man Ru.While she tried out her outfit,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Zin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I were busy taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt;. =] Michelle and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Shella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were checking out for the movie.I didn't manage to join them for the movie as I had to rush for the train before 4.The train was late and my legs almost cramp.I had been squeeze like a sardine,totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;breathless&lt;/span&gt; and there was this Palestine guy kept on staring at me(I am not being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;perasan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.)Feeling so uncomfortable and finally in the end I found a place to seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick bathe,I went out for dinner with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Chun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Khing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and Uncle John at Firework.It was a shop which is decorated with a lot of guitars.The menu is quiet special and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;affordable&lt;/span&gt;.I tried out the Pork Stick with Ham and Cheese.It's actually Ham and Cheese in the pork stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner,we have our mango lily.*FULL,ERR* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Chun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Khing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I had a girl talk till 11p.m . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Hiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...It's really a tiring day.But I love it.It's better to have a tiring day than a boring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-4190265170937889120?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/4190265170937889120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=4190265170937889120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/4190265170937889120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/4190265170937889120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2009/04/zins-spectacle-zin-where-are-you-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/SfR12BTJxfI/AAAAAAAAA3A/dPhNxoLCv-Q/s72-c/thaimoi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-77518387118333457</id><published>2009-04-26T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T07:26:32.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SfRu5ZjqoLI/AAAAAAAAA2g/v6IrLpzZOYk/s1600-h/DSC00029+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329006191478218930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SfRu5ZjqoLI/AAAAAAAAA2g/v6IrLpzZOYk/s400/DSC00029+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SfRuhaZVuBI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/7Rs4A9kZ6Qo/s1600-h/DSC00027+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329005779386480658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SfRuhaZVuBI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/7Rs4A9kZ6Qo/s400/DSC00027+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boston Cheese Cake with Espirit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SfRuD0TnidI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/JWOfj3rzBTc/s1600-h/DSC00028+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329005270945728978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SfRuD0TnidI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/JWOfj3rzBTc/s400/DSC00028+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;English Legal System.A book I would recomment to those who couldn't sleep at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a sunny and sticky friday afternoon. KLCC is fulled of crowd. I am "enjoying " my English Legal System at the new coffee shop I just discovered out today.It's situated in the Kinokuniya bookstore. There is not much people at the coffee shop where you can get a Boston Cheese cake and get your drink with 20%discount. This is a little secret place where I found it's warm and cozy and would like to share with you guys.&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/8781658392521999860-77518387118333457?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/77518387118333457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=77518387118333457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/77518387118333457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/77518387118333457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2009/04/boston-cheese-cake-with-espirit-english.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/SfRu5ZjqoLI/AAAAAAAAA2g/v6IrLpzZOYk/s72-c/DSC00029+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-6190096029926373088</id><published>2009-04-18T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T08:58:57.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KLrian&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KLrian&lt;/span&gt;...what is in your mind?How can you guys been such complicated even I,myself have no idea about what you guys are trying to tell me.I know this social is cruel and full of fake mask.I am trying to pretend that there is someone really nice outside and waiting for someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; and sincerely being friend with me.After trying a few times,I gave up.I have reborn.The present me is not the girl you know yesterday.It's still not too late to know this fact for I have just begun to accept my new life and new challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-6190096029926373088?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6190096029926373088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=6190096029926373088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/6190096029926373088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/6190096029926373088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2009/04/klrian-klrian.html' title=''/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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-8781658392521999860.post-3918801927684787148</id><published>2009-04-17T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T08:36:34.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midvalley trip-aka gossip girls fish and chips trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/Seihgh-EpzI/AAAAAAAAA2I/ZvUvnkxyYGQ/s1600-h/DSC00032+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325684139612219186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/Seihgh-EpzI/AAAAAAAAA2I/ZvUvnkxyYGQ/s400/DSC00032+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am just not a photogenic.Shirley,where are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SeifUfxb_aI/AAAAAAAAA2A/tWSUeWYiwX0/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325681733840666018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SeifUfxb_aI/AAAAAAAAA2A/tWSUeWYiwX0/s400/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shirley,don't act shy in front of the camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shirley,our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jie&lt;/span&gt;.A 27 years old girl but still act like a child.A "girl" with dreams and full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;courageous&lt;/span&gt;.I salute her for being so brave,daring to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sacrifice's&lt;/span&gt; her job for her dream.She is trying to make a different and persuaing her dream even she is this old.She is the best example for us.We study till we die.No matter how old you are,we should never stop learning.Law is something she loves and without hesitate,she goes for it.Shirley &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jie&lt;/span&gt;,we all respect you and we never have generation gaps with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/Seic31gUIII/AAAAAAAAA1w/eP7LulmMZDo/s1600-h/DSC00030+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325679042434965634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/Seic31gUIII/AAAAAAAAA1w/eP7LulmMZDo/s400/DSC00030+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ladies,watch your table manner.I know your fish and chip is good.Annabella is using a weird expression looking at you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sandra(girl with eyes closing), a girl that full of patience and dreams.She supports woman rights and is a ballet dancer.Wish to learn belly dance and having own thinking and personality.Not easy influence type and hate playboy. Smart and pretty are what I can describe about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While,Annabella is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sarawakian&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kuching&lt;/span&gt;.A very quiet girl.Not much comments about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SeiblSpIFGI/AAAAAAAAA1o/1acPOJdb4I8/s1600-h/DSC00031+(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325677624327410786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYbkELkcE38/SeiblSpIFGI/AAAAAAAAA1o/1acPOJdb4I8/s400/DSC00031+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Manda,don't talk with mouthful.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amanda is the third &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;amanda&lt;/span&gt; i know and the most biggest eyes girl i have ever seen.She not only have a cheerful characteristic but also she is damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;gua&lt;/span&gt; like me.We are so linked and once we start out topic,we end up drinking half bottle of water.She has the greatest skin I ever seen.Her secret of having such perfect skin is drink lots of water and eat a lot of fruits.She can laugh non stop after listening to my cold jokes.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Lolz&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's Friday.Yeah!My favourite day.The class ends early and there we go for shopping.After accounts class,Sandra and I took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;KTM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;midvalley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.We are both very hungry by that time.Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Jasal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; give us break and the legal account is making us nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we meet up with Amanda at delicious,saying hi to her cute,adorable,sexy mother and innocent sister.We go for fish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Manhatten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for lunch as planned because of me.Haha...Yeah,i keep on complaining about the fish and chips of chilies so we decided to take fish and chip as lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When girls sit together,there will be gossips.We start gossiping about our class Junior Idol's model,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ATC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; next top model and the champion of bit*ch contest-Angeline.We really couldn't stand her&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt; proud and ego &lt;/span&gt;and her of being acting acting .Sandra is so excited when talking about her history when how she turn her head,how she talks and how her friends anti her.She even tries to make posture whenever she "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;PERASAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"that someone is looking at her.She is a standard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;bitc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;* of the centuries.With the thick make up on her face and really short mini skirt,a lot of single cells guys fancy her.Yeah,we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ATC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gossip girls dislike her.Whatever it is,she is still our classmate.We still pray and hope she changes.We are trying our very best to COMMUNICATE with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end,we didn't manage to do our shopping.We spend two hours gossiping about the happening in school.I am glad to have this gang of sister.A gang of mature,talkative,sexy and understanding girl friend.Although they are not as pretty as our class bit*h,they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; the greatest girl I ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-3918801927684787148?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/3918801927684787148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=3918801927684787148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/3918801927684787148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/3918801927684787148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2009/04/midvalley-trip-aka-gossip-girls-fish.html' title='Midvalley trip-aka gossip girls fish and chips trip'/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</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/_jYbkELkcE38/Seihgh-EpzI/AAAAAAAAA2I/ZvUvnkxyYGQ/s72-c/DSC00032+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781658392521999860.post-7214250490366710</id><published>2009-04-11T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:49:41.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Satu Suara</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ca46h2NExQU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ca46h2NExQU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some of you have heard this song before or maybe not.Don't judge the book with it's on cover.Most of the part of this song are malay song but there shouldn't be a bondary in the world of music.This song do inspired me a lot.Put aside the racism issue.Enjoy this song and listen to it's music and lyric.You find that this is not an ordinary song.Hope you guys would like this song-Satu Suara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781658392521999860-7214250490366710?l=melia2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/feeds/7214250490366710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781658392521999860&amp;postID=7214250490366710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/7214250490366710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781658392521999860/posts/default/7214250490366710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melia2008.blogspot.com/2009/04/maybe-some-of-you-have-heard-this-song.html' title='Satu Suara'/><author><name>Melia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16845893925211915683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
