<?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-18115604</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:15:15.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>right here, waiting for you.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18115604.post-115988316489227011</id><published>2006-10-03T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T21:46:04.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know your name</title><content type='html'>Bye blogger. Maybe I'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115988316489227011?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115988316489227011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115988316489227011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115988316489227011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115988316489227011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-know-your-name.html' title='I know your name'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115954272942036028</id><published>2006-09-29T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T23:12:09.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Size Mirror.</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all you messaged me : Rachel Chan, Olivia, Vine, Chuyin, Amelia, Marissa, Rahmuna, Rachel Chue, Adeline, Khoon Geok, Aish, Terter, Lorraine (even though I didn't recieve the previous three), same goes for Zhixian, Joycelynn, Pam, Jia, and the other family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was a blast. Hard Rock was the place I would love to be in every single night of my miserable life. My family made it all the better. It was accoustic tonight, so we left by the third song cos my Dad was falling asleep. There was this really cute skeleton guitar at Hard Rock, and its so cute. Then, without expecting it, they announced that it was my birthday through the speaker and the whole restaurant cheered. Then, they sang me a birthday song and my Mom and my Sis forced my head into the free complimentary sundae they gave me. There were thre huge purple star balloons, and three Hard Rock cafe balloons attached to my chair and when I was carrying it out, they can cover my whole head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that isn't all, and you can't picture the night in your heads but it'll remain in mine forquite some time, and I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my Sister, who spent so much on not only my birthday, and made this day so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my Mom, who let me spend so much money today and had the restaurant staff to do all the special stuff today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my Dad, who wasn't grumpy today and let me have abit of his drink during dinner today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would type more but I need to shit, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115954272942036028?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115954272942036028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115954272942036028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115954272942036028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115954272942036028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-size-mirror.html' title='Life Size Mirror.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115936461243717653</id><published>2006-09-27T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T21:43:32.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But I'm a creep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When you were here before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Couldn't look you in the eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You're just like an angel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Your skin makes me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You float like a feather,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In a beautiful world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wish I was special;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You're so fucking special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;The day started off bad, ended off bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I think its all alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are still cold, and now I know that they'll remain cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She's running out the door;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;She's running out, she run, run, run, run, run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Whatever makes you happy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Whatever you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You're so fucking special;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wish I was special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;/&amp;amp; it ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115936461243717653?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115936461243717653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115936461243717653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115936461243717653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115936461243717653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/09/but-im-creep.html' title='But I&apos;m a creep.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115919153544268156</id><published>2006-09-25T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:38:55.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ready to ignite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6917/3164/1600/Picture%20016.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6917/3164/320/Picture%20016.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Misses, much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6917/3164/1600/34331806624736l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6917/3164/320/34331806624736l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6917/3164/1600/Picture%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6917/3164/320/Picture%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6917/3164/1600/2504829672238l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6917/3164/1600/3433157938092l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6917/3164/320/3433157938092l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115919153544268156?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115919153544268156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115919153544268156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115919153544268156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115919153544268156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-ready-to-ignite.html' title='I&apos;m ready to ignite.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115884513599438089</id><published>2006-09-21T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T21:25:36.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting pictures in white and blue.</title><content type='html'>I can't wait for Wednesday, my nano would be fixed by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Chan was a bitch today and Maureen and I were angry with her during science class. Hahaha. Let's thow bananas at her again. 1, 2, 3, and again. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My hands are cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115884513599438089?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115884513599438089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115884513599438089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115884513599438089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115884513599438089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/09/painting-pictures-in-white-and-blue.html' title='Painting pictures in white and blue.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115867282855666792</id><published>2006-09-19T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T21:33:48.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll keep you by my side with my Superhuman Kryptonite.</title><content type='html'>I had a magical moment today, did you know? &amp; despite all of its magic, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I fear it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &amp;amp; after that one short moment, &lt;em&gt;I landed back on reality&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is on, Maureen? We shall be nerds that day and screw Dnt right side up. That means pass the fucking thing. Sorry, if it doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed really slowly today, and the new arrangment for morning assembly made the day worse. I just can't get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, I am finally motivated ofr my exams when my english paper is next week, &lt;em&gt;suay-suay&lt;/em&gt; on my birthday. I think I'll forget it this year, haha. It doesn't seem to mean so much anymore. So, yeah. I'm gonna be a nerd from now on (with Maureen) and hypocrites, copiers and stupid people like Rachel Chan should go away to Lala land. Hahaha, everyone, throw bananas at Rachel now. &amp; 1, 2, 3, do it again. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I wanted to blog about something else but I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115867282855666792?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115867282855666792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115867282855666792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115867282855666792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115867282855666792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/09/ill-keep-you-by-my-side-with-my.html' title='I&apos;ll keep you by my side with my Superhuman Kryptonite.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115815319421992572</id><published>2006-09-13T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:13:14.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Blood &amp; Empire.</title><content type='html'>Orals for CL today, and I did badly for the passage part, where you have to read the, passage.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad mood these few days. Thank you. Oh, I'm sorry that its your fault. Wth. Okay. I shouldn't waste my time on things that shouldn't matter anymore. Past, present; lies, weren't they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the happy side of the day, Aish liked the present I gave her. Haha, a piece of drawing block. &amp; its not even A3. Happy birthday, Aish. Rae and I had a good time scaring you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are drawing nearer and nearer and obviously I haven't been studying because I lack motivation. &amp; I'm sure I'd be motivated when they are one week away. Its always the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I should go study now, and try not to fall asleep. So pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this random thought about Vineeta came into my mind. Haha, I dunno why. Vinee, ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115815319421992572?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115815319421992572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115815319421992572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115815319421992572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115815319421992572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/09/for-blood-empire.html' title='For Blood &amp; Empire.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115771928345266827</id><published>2006-09-08T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T20:41:23.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rawr, just, stay away for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Maureen and Rachel. Esp Maureen, who has been away in Indonesia. At least I gt to see Rae in school when I went back for orals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't want school to start. I hate school, esp this stupid one. I should have apealled to SMSS and shouldn't have bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't motivate myself to study, again. Studied for only awhile today. Everytime I try to, the headache strikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll blog later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115771928345266827?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115771928345266827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115771928345266827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115771928345266827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115771928345266827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/09/rawr-just-stay-away-for-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115745090184195040</id><published>2006-09-05T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T19:29:22.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm left with your fullstop.</title><content type='html'>"Tsk. Okay, fine. Then go be the geek. Tut." Hahahaha, she's damn funny, that Bitchy P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tuition. Tomorrow, and the day after. Wo de tian, ah. I have no mood for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orals today. Wasn't as, dreadful as I had expected. It was, quite alright luh, I guess. Maths lesson later was just dry. No water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine. That was supposed to be a joke. Dry, and water? Nevermind. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Update: 1918&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wenna Just hacked into my account &gt;:( But I told her my pass anyway , hahahaha .Wen, Stop breathing so loud .And hah! , I hung up before you , Niehniehneepoopoo . (: Andand I really have A dog okay &gt;:( Goodnight babe , Bye :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I suddenly miss Wenna the Shithead alot . All her lameness &amp; her contagious laughter, Wenna You hear that ? I Miss You hellll much &gt;:( "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Bitchy P. No, I won't call you a scientist. Are you reading my update now? &lt;em&gt;Thanks for always lending me what I need when I need it. Thanks for the effort you put in to be right by my side. You know, although sometimes I don't tell you stuff, you'll always be someone really important to me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you tons&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can imaine Jia scolding me right now, btw.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Now, here is a whole list about the things you told me about yourself. Please tick next to each one that was fake, in order to show me how many more times I should be wanting to yell at you. Oh wait, I don't think it would work anyway. &amp;amp; I have a list of people. When you see a name cancelled off with thick black ink, its yours. I don't hate you, cos I don't want to. Everything that leaks out of your mouth now leads to many doubts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115745090184195040?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115745090184195040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115745090184195040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115745090184195040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115745090184195040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-left-with-your-fullstop.html' title='I&apos;m left with your fullstop.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115729387860656909</id><published>2006-09-03T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T22:31:18.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With a rebel yell, she cried, more, more, more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hello, my friend, we meet again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its been awhile, where should we begin?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It feels like forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Within my heart, are memories of perfect love that you gave to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, I remember.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I would be able to pull my morales up for studying tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I dread heading back to school, it really just gives me what I don't really need.&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the holidays, even if it means rotting alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115729387860656909?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115729387860656909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115729387860656909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115729387860656909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115729387860656909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/09/with-rebel-yell-she-cried-more-more.html' title='With a rebel yell, she cried, more, more, more.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115721458544294172</id><published>2006-09-03T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T00:29:45.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're not something I deserve.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;In my head, there's only you now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This world falls on me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In this world there's real and make-belief, but this seems real to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog, but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you stay with me, I might break your wings. But if it hurts so much, then I think I love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115721458544294172?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115721458544294172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115721458544294172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115721458544294172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115721458544294172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/09/youre-not-something-i-deserve.html' title='You&apos;re not something I deserve.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115684873578999357</id><published>2006-08-29T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T18:52:15.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dismantle me.</title><content type='html'>I shall study hard, 'cos I feel a little more motivated.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Rachel's shrewd and I am smart. Haha, horny bitch. I agree, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia had a two-day MC 'cos apparently, she had stomach ache and rashes. Oh well. Maybe its about time I get an MC too. Hahaha, &amp; of course Olivia, of course I believe you. Your explanation was very, sufficient? Efficient? I don't know, haha. Okay, I hope you feel much better, and you'd better come to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need new music, the songs in my Itunes are getting rusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't belive that I aced Art. Haha. My assignment was overdue for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared for my Orals, I've always hated Orals. Especailly for english, 'cos I would be the only one from my class assigned to a different teacher. I am bound to screw both my Orals up, bound to. I don't think that I was ever good at Orals. Especially discussion. So luckily Chinese Orals were pushed back till after the September holidays. Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't have an headache now, but I am going to. So let's prevent the predicted future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So let's prevent the predicted future." But now I see that no matter how much you do, it'll still make a full turn, back to the scenario you least wanted it to turn out to be. Isn't that how things were, predicted to be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was obviously crap, ignore, ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115684873578999357?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115684873578999357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115684873578999357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115684873578999357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115684873578999357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/08/dismantle-me_29.html' title='Dismantle me.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115661138199994368</id><published>2006-08-27T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T00:56:22.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shimmy shimmy quarter turn.</title><content type='html'>Talking to The Beloved/bitch on the phone now, ahem. She claimed that she has a dog name Bobbyenerstcalvinklein. And she was barking on the phone to tell me that its true. Haha, yahoooooo! Heh, and now she's "Oi"-ing away and she said, "The way you blog is really into your blogging." I dunno what that means but most of the time she doesn't make sense, so, yeah.  S0 now I am fierce as she says and she's gonna tell her mom. Haha, okay enough about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dman tires and I wanna sleep, I am gonna hang up. As soon as I can. See that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock School is the best documentary I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so its the only documentary that I've bothered to watch. But its nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115661138199994368?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115661138199994368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115661138199994368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115661138199994368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115661138199994368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/08/shimmy-shimmy-quarter-turn.html' title='Shimmy shimmy quarter turn.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115651101660238639</id><published>2006-08-25T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T21:03:36.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken hearts are for assholes.</title><content type='html'>Rock School has &lt;em&gt;completely&lt;/em&gt; cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;Paul Green School Of Rock Music, I want to go to Philedelphia.&lt;br /&gt;Did I spell that right? Supposedly not, HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha, Zappa is not dead, he just smells funny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics, maybe? Cos I have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a loaded dice, that you throw this time,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you turn the Ace, it'll turn out fine,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you spin the wheel, and you get your call,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;South of the line, well the loser gets it all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115651101660238639?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115651101660238639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115651101660238639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115651101660238639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115651101660238639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/08/broken-hearts-are-for-assholes.html' title='Broken hearts are for assholes.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115650102573757990</id><published>2006-08-25T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T18:17:05.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you like that?</title><content type='html'>School's still hell and its hard to even squeeze through a day spent at that place.&lt;br /&gt;I hope some suitable school would appear so I can transfer and get my ass out of where I don't like to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ROFLAER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115650102573757990?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115650102573757990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115650102573757990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115650102573757990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115650102573757990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/08/would-you-like-that.html' title='Would you like that?'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115625381762122005</id><published>2006-08-22T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T21:38:30.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dismantle me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/&amp; I dont mind if you say this love is the last time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I burn another page, as I look the other way,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still try to find my place in the diary of Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dread school tmr, I am so tired. Maybe I'll just find some way to motivate myself to even get up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a sure thing that I not only fail my Maths paper, but my Maths overall. I'm sorry I'm that dumb then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have went to Tcc today and spent so much money. Its all Olivia Cheong's fault. I have no more money left, I feel broke for some reason or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself earlier to sleep at 8, but its 9.22pm now. I can never keep to what I promised myself. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rawr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed my Dnt paper, amazingly. &amp;amp; Chue owes me a meal, she lost the bet and doesn't want to admit it. &amp; I don't love my Stead anymore. I am angry with you now, can you tell? I shall not love you tomorrow or ever again. Dummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this year would end as soon as possible. &amp;amp; I hope that I pass Maths. I want to feel how its like to pass the paper. Pathetic, you see. I'm a failure at Maths. My tuition teacher probably thinks I'm stupid or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115625381762122005?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115625381762122005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115625381762122005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115625381762122005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115625381762122005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/08/dismantle-me.html' title='Dismantle me.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115616635651115520</id><published>2006-08-21T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:19:16.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rage between the minds of self and other.</title><content type='html'>As expected, I failed maths. Was a little disappointed, I was complaining to everyone who passed by that I failed maths, a subject can never pass. Gail was reminding me about the number of times I told anyone I failed maths already, guess I'd really gone nuts. Ahya, maths sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I thank Chue for her hug during Geography today, I really didn't think that she could be that nice. I love Rachel Chue, but I'll hate you tomorrow, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had free period today, was cam whoring like crazy at the back. We were acting like we were on weed or something. Rachel was being the usual bitch herself; stupid, selfish, mostly a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our class phototaking today. Just my luck, having my stupid looking hair in the class photo just like I did last year. I think I lost that photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was much better than yesterday, and for once, I am looking forward to tomorrow. Finally, effort for independance has its way to credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is by far, the happiest post I have posted, in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why I am so happy now. Oh well, maybe its the ugly haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115616635651115520?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115616635651115520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115616635651115520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115616635651115520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115616635651115520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/08/rage-between-minds-of-self-and-other.html' title='Rage between the minds of self and other.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115608143413384260</id><published>2006-08-20T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T21:48:14.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn out, not fade away.</title><content type='html'>All these precious moments with you by my side,&lt;br /&gt;Must be a gift from heaven, thats holding me all night.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I found you, but I'm thankful that I had.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have a love so true, to hold, to keep, to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In my heart, I can no longer hold aside all the love I used to hide;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be with you until the very end.&lt;br /&gt;In this world, there is no place I'd rather be,&lt;br /&gt;You are my life, my soul, my girl.&lt;br /&gt;And through it all, I know you'd come to see,&lt;br /&gt;That you're the one, till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All my friends surround me, saying you'd be gone too soon,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm gonna make them see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've found our way back home&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs in my recycle bin, which were all deleted a long time ago would still be able to make me uncover the part of myself that I threw away together with it. How pathetic could I be and become. I couldn't believe that I'd actually listened to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, I think the lyrics are sweet. I'm quite a preppy person. Kawaii neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my dose of OHSHC. Hunny-Senpai is so adorable. Yes, Oli? Haruhi-Kun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115608143413384260?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115608143413384260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115608143413384260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115608143413384260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115608143413384260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/08/burn-out-not-fade-away.html' title='Burn out, not fade away.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115607759838176262</id><published>2006-08-20T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T20:39:58.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every me and every you.</title><content type='html'>I'm dreading school tmr, and I hope my fringe wou;d grow faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a feeling tomorrow would be a very bad day.&lt;br /&gt;The results are coming out tmr for maths, &amp; I know I'll never be able to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just such a disapointment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;/end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115607759838176262?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115607759838176262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115607759838176262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115607759838176262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115607759838176262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/08/every-me-and-every-you.html' title='Every me and every you.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115599672873914935</id><published>2006-08-19T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T22:12:08.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to shop with Maureen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flag raising was tiring.&lt;br /&gt;My hair is so screwed, but thats how they want you be like anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"&gt;Stop being such a mother fucking bitch towards me. Its not my fault that you don't like me as much. I'm not supposed to be a person doing things just to please you when not a single fucking nice sentence comes out from your mouth. Fucking bitch, if you don't see the fucking effort I put in then don't act like you know. If you want me to leave, I can just do so, and if you don't like me as much you can just fucking tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"&gt;me. I'm tired of trying to please you in whatever fuck you want the fuck out of me.&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/18115604-115599672873914935?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115599672873914935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115599672873914935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115599672873914935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115599672873914935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-want-to-shop-with-maureen.html' title=''/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115591052069966097</id><published>2006-08-18T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T22:15:20.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you, would you let me down?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We're glistening like silver spoons,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beneath the summer night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, can you smell the subtle hint of frost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As the flowers start to cry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The autumn winds are bringing graves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To all the emerald trees.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They're so beautiful in their dismay;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The colors slowly bleed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Burn out, not fade away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Maths paper is a sure fail, but the rest was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, life is being neutral and I'm being cold. &amp; people are just being revolting, and some are being like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess, what can you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115591052069966097?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115591052069966097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115591052069966097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115591052069966097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115591052069966097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/08/would-you-would-you-let-me-down.html' title='Would you, would you let me down?'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115539649093316438</id><published>2006-08-12T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T23:28:10.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"If you could say, with truth, to your own solitary heart, to-night, 'I have secured to myself the love and attachment, the gratitude or respect, of no human creature; I have won myself a tender place in no regard; I have done nothing good or serviceable to be remembered by!' &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your seventy-eight years would be seventy-eight heavy curses; would they not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Dickens, A Tale Of Two Cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, however, he began to think -- as you or I would have thought at first; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for it is always the person not in the predicament who knows what ought to have been done in it, and would unquestionably have done it too . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best chess-player in Christendom may be little more than the best player of chess; but proficiency in whist implies capacity for success in all those more important undertakings &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where mind struggles with mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edgar Allen Poe, The Murders in the Rue Morque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By undue profundity we perplex and enfeeble thought; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and it is possible to make even Venus herself vanish from the firmanent by a scrutiny too sustained, too concentrated, or too direct.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edgar Allen Poe, The Murders in the Rue Morque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy;-- it is disposition alone. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other, and seven days are more than enough for others.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ponder leads me to despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115539649093316438?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115539649093316438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115539649093316438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115539649093316438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115539649093316438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/08/if-you-could-say-with-truth-to-your.html' title=''/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115496660626555479</id><published>2006-08-07T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T00:24:35.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like the angel you are.</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to do, &amp; this is my last resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its almost to midnight now, &amp;amp; I feel like I need some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna emigrate, far away, and I'll never come back. I hate this place, every part of it. Maybe I'll get to meet worthy, nicer or maybe even more sensitive people at whichever place I run off to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simone is heading off to Aussie soon, I wanna go too. I'll miss how she calls me over and over but I just never seem to hear her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told to never change for others. But each time, in front of every different group of people or person, I'll accomodate to them, to make myself feel nice. I've accomadated to many outrageous changes; so much that I don't know who the fuck this name belongs to. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The walls of my room hold my image, my secrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is something in your life that seems to be perfect now, it won't last long. I'm not being mean; I'm just being realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get turned off or any of that sort, I'm sorry for being the emotional person I am, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once again, I was often reminded not to keep in mind what others think of me, but sometimes, people just can't help it but rebel against those, rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for this post. tell me if you want it deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a puppet like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115496660626555479?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115496660626555479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115496660626555479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115496660626555479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115496660626555479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/08/like-angel-you-are.html' title='Like the angel you are.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115479752932188055</id><published>2006-08-06T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T01:05:29.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride the wings of pesilence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pretend to be you; your friends would love you more than they used to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons, not the bias conclusions. &lt;br /&gt;The facts, not the views.&lt;br /&gt;The real, not the copy.&lt;br /&gt;The past, not the present.&lt;br /&gt;The love, not the fetish.&lt;br /&gt;The me, not the you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;/end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115479752932188055?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115479752932188055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115479752932188055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115479752932188055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115479752932188055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/08/ride-wings-of-pesilence.html' title='Ride the wings of pesilence.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115441979327907485</id><published>2006-08-01T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T16:09:53.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As far as I can tell.</title><content type='html'>&amp; you know that I'll give my life for you&lt;br /&gt;So I can be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing but your enemy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How &lt;strong&gt;pathetic&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115441979327907485?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115441979327907485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115441979327907485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115441979327907485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115441979327907485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/08/as-far-as-i-can-tell.html' title='As far as I can tell.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115407660940797760</id><published>2006-07-28T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:56:20.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooner or later, you're gonna hate her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;From up here, the city lights burn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like A thousand miles of fire.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; I'm here to sing the anthem of our dying day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: 2150&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deleted the whole post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the whole world could go away right now. Or else I would just run from it.&lt;br /&gt;I just need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115407660940797760?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115407660940797760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115407660940797760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115407660940797760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115407660940797760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/07/sooner-or-later-youre-gonna-hate-her_28.html' title='Sooner or later, you&apos;re gonna hate her.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115340304510984253</id><published>2006-07-20T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T21:45:56.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Miss Murder, Can I?</title><content type='html'>A best friend, good friend, or any other friend cannot be forgotten. But just neglected. But isn't neglection equal to forgetting? And isn't the neglecting of one equal to the neglecting of the other? And the forgetting of one equal to the forgetting of the other? &amp;amp; doesn't neglection and forgetting equal to giving up, leaving, and despair? Think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115340304510984253?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115340304510984253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115340304510984253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115340304510984253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115340304510984253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-miss-murder-can-i.html' title='Hey, Miss Murder, Can I?'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115321890440217057</id><published>2006-07-18T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T18:35:04.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, mercy me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;There's always a chance of losing something you have and treasure; thus in the end, your heartaches. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you don't there's always a chance of having the possibility of having it; thus in the end, the awaits.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115321890440217057?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115321890440217057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115321890440217057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115321890440217057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115321890440217057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-mercy-me.html' title='Oh, mercy me.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115252429632656357</id><published>2006-07-10T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T17:38:16.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You abuse me in a way that I'll never know.</title><content type='html'>Beautiful things hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was random, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to school today, haha.&lt;br /&gt;I have an M.C, yes.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so cool with an Med Cert, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ankle was injured at the the spot too much, &amp;amp; Doc said I would have to rest it for quite some well. Oh f-no.&lt;br /&gt;My mom was really upset about me injuring my ankle so much, but I talked her out of makingmequittheteam.&lt;br /&gt;So, whoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's working at Starbucks now, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baleelala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't noticed, I think I am much more &lt;em&gt;cheerful&lt;/em&gt; when I don't go to school.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I am born to be home school-ed.&lt;br /&gt;Either that, or you people at Stc just suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haha, I'm funny like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115252429632656357?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115252429632656357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115252429632656357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115252429632656357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115252429632656357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-abuse-me-in-way-that-ill-never.html' title='You abuse me in a way that I&apos;ll never know.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115245136847823203</id><published>2006-07-09T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T21:24:01.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullshit fucking lies.</title><content type='html'>Fuck la. I wanted to post what I typed initially but it was giving me a headache so I just saved as drafts.&lt;br /&gt;Things would be better like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprained my ankle on Friday. Went to crack my ankle today. Was cursing while my mother and sister laughed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mp3 cool now. Reloaded nice songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis introduced me to J-Rock bands. They are cool and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have three J-Rock songs in my mp3, three okay. Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;I am getting influenced by Wenny Yeo now, of all the idiots walking on the surface of earth. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blaleelalalalalalalalalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot the rest. Not my loss right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blalalalalalalallelelelelelelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115245136847823203?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115245136847823203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115245136847823203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115245136847823203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115245136847823203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/07/bullshit-fucking-lies_09.html' title='Bullshit fucking lies.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115235391923932641</id><published>2006-07-08T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T18:24:07.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In our minds, they put on weight.</title><content type='html'>I want to be the big change in my life, considering my last attempt wasn't completely successful in way.&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many definations do you know? The only definations I know came from Science classes. What else do I know? I know not much, not much at all. In fact, I know none. None other deifination than what I'd forced myself to learn, to memorise. What else in this world have I learnt about myself, about this, about that, about anything? I do sometimes wonder what a person I am or would be. When I do, I come to realise that I do not know quite much about anything. Do you? Do you click on the Back option on your screen, to edit what you've posted about yourself, to suit anyone else's thinking? Do you doubt about what you typed or wrote and just backspace it till its blank?&lt;br /&gt;-Ah, ignore this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just felt like posting something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ankle's wrapped up with stinky medicine.&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else worth blogging about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115235391923932641?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115235391923932641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115235391923932641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115235391923932641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115235391923932641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-our-minds-they-put-on-weight.html' title='In our minds, they put on weight.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115200417311203064</id><published>2006-07-04T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T17:09:33.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Sweetwords.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Where is my love tonight?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, that came from (?). Most of everyone seems to be using that so I used it too.&lt;br /&gt;What can I do? I'm such a prep. Get in line, get in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I felt like I was writing a song, HM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're many things to be happy about so, yeah, why should I be sad over stupid and dumb and fucked up stuff which won't care shit about me?&lt;br /&gt;One, I can finally get my Dnt drawing right this year 'cos I decided to pay more attention in class.&lt;br /&gt;Two, I managed to get home by 1530 today, when I thought I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Three, I am only left with two Math questions for homework.&lt;br /&gt;Four, much missed training's tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Five, I have Maureen as my Dnt project partner, and I think she would still be my best choice even if I got to choose; I love Maureen &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; much.&lt;br /&gt;Six, my family getting that Pergeot van after considering many factors and comparing it to the MPV.&lt;br /&gt;Seven, the van is really, really cute.&lt;br /&gt;Eight, that means I don't have to take the public transport to school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Nine, my shuffle looks really cute and cool now, and the songs are almost refurnished.&lt;br /&gt;Ten, there is Lit class tomorrow, &amp; somehow I'm looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; many countless little things ahead.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See.&lt;br /&gt;I am really positive, whoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Miss Banana, you don't hafta worry much.&lt;br /&gt;At least I know you care, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, strong, strong! Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was, random.&lt;br /&gt;But random, ish good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end.                                                                       &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;If You Knew, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Would You Stop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115200417311203064?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115200417311203064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115200417311203064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115200417311203064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115200417311203064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/07/bitter-sweetwords.html' title='Bitter Sweetwords.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115193646898767770</id><published>2006-07-03T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:21:08.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooner or later, you're gonna hate her.</title><content type='html'>I shall post happy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy post, happy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy post, happy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You left me sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy post, happy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp; you're gonna leave me like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy post, happy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're never gonna know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy post, happy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Angry and sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115193646898767770?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115193646898767770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115193646898767770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115193646898767770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115193646898767770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/07/sooner-or-later-youre-gonna-hate-her_03.html' title='Sooner or later, you&apos;re gonna hate her.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115193641027984507</id><published>2006-07-03T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:20:10.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooner or later, you're gonna hate her.</title><content type='html'>I shall post happy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy post, happy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy post, happy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You left me sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy post, happy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp; you're gonna leave me like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy post, happy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're never gonna know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy post, happy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Angry and sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115193641027984507?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115193641027984507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115193641027984507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115193641027984507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115193641027984507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/07/sooner-or-later-youre-gonna-hate-her.html' title='Sooner or later, you&apos;re gonna hate her.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115168081566216078</id><published>2006-06-30T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T23:20:15.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rip out the wings of a butterfly.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was fuckbad 'cos something really scary &amp; bad happened to me. At the same time, it was quite embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went ut with Grandma today, together with my mother and my sis.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a year since I've seen her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to school today, 'cos Mom says that I needed a break 'cos of what happened yesterday, so I slept like a pig till 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you cry without knowing what and why you are crying for. You just, cry. Sometimes you don't even know what you're feeling, and that is when you realise that you don't know yourself, and the reason being you've never really paid attention to these stuff for so long. What do you know about being happy, sad, angry, confused or whatever emotion , if you don't even know which emotion you are feeling? There's no defination for what you're feeling like right now, 'cos you can't make it up. Everything you tell yourself not to do, you'll just end up doing it instead. Maybe life's like that. I don't know, is yours? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know for one mine is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried so hard but your heart just wasn't in it. So now, what's the point of trying anymore? Just forget it. I'm sure that'll be easy 'cos you're so good at forgetting. Every sweet word that comes from you gets on my nerves now. You may say that I don't know you that well 'cos of whatever shit, but yes, I agree, 'cos I really don't anymore. So now all you are to me is just a friend, mark my words, just a friend. Or better yet, a total stranger. So goodbye and I'll be trying my best to get you the fuck out of my fucking life to make me fucking miserable. I wish you well with your marvelous new life without me, 'cos I don't care anymore. Go drug yourself to death, I don't care, 'cos you don't even care that I care. Oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah, and I thought you might be different. &amp;amp; I'll stuff those lies up your fucking face back into your fucking brain and maybe it'll explode.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115168081566216078?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115168081566216078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115168081566216078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115168081566216078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115168081566216078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/06/rip-out-wings-of-butterfly.html' title='Rip out the wings of a butterfly.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115141345703475145</id><published>2006-06-27T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T21:31:51.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cos darling, what do you expect?</title><content type='html'>Helloness, Hi-ness, Yoness.&lt;br /&gt;All the ness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was random.&lt;br /&gt;I am nice random person, whoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like Monchichi.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what is Monchichi?&lt;br /&gt;Its rather retarded at first sight, but it'll grow to be cute.&lt;br /&gt;So if its cute, I should be cute too huh.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, ego speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorraine said smth really fast in science class today, and I think I caught it, but I think I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;So I hope I caught it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a thin line of difference between reason and excuse, &amp;amp; not many people can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its almost amazing how people can change in such short notice.&lt;br /&gt;It's because it took place in such short notice that it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I almost cursed right there, but Muareen told me that I cursed in every blog post, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wth, fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked this out from a song,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe if you don't expect so much from me, I would not let you down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;/edit: 2025&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. Turtle and Miss Banana, Wha ha ha !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats sounds like the netball cheer from sports camp, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115141345703475145?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115141345703475145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115141345703475145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115141345703475145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115141345703475145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/06/cos-darling-what-do-you-expect.html' title='&apos;Cos darling, what do you expect?'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-115029372968205001</id><published>2006-06-14T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T22:02:09.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save your breath this time around.</title><content type='html'>I am bored, I'm done with YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;Aish told me to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hongkong tmr, so Kiss My Ass Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad I am leaving.&lt;br /&gt;So what if its only a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aish puts pressure on me, I think I am gonna cry.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for not spending Lorraine's and Gail's birthdays with them, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Expect your presents aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, I didn't forget you, Oli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-115029372968205001?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/115029372968205001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=115029372968205001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115029372968205001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/115029372968205001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/06/save-your-breath-this-time-around_14.html' title='Save your breath this time around.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114985932594959696</id><published>2006-06-09T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T21:22:05.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not there, its not even close.</title><content type='html'>Headed to town today.&lt;br /&gt;Oliva woke me up at 1015 and I went back to sleep till11.&lt;br /&gt;I was influenced by my Dad, he told me I could still reach in time after 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;em&gt;The Omen &lt;/em&gt;with the two bimbos. They were screaming like hell.&lt;br /&gt;I was falling asleep, but its 'cos of the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;The movie was cool.&lt;br /&gt;But I think if I was the Robert guy, I would stab the little boy like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister read the first two chapters or the whole story when she was in secondary two.&lt;br /&gt;She said its damn scary, especially the second one.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, maybe i should read it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I still have King's novel and my comic book.&lt;br /&gt;I should give more attention to my comic book, I left it alone for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be heading to clippers tomorrow for my haircut, since my Mom wants to cut her hair too, although there ain't much left.&lt;br /&gt;Heard from Sis that we'll be watching a movie.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my Sis said that She's The Man is a chicflick, haha.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder Rachel is so cray about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel looked like a teacher today, haha.&lt;br /&gt;She looked twice her age, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114985932594959696?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114985932594959696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114985932594959696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114985932594959696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114985932594959696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-not-there-its-not-even-close.html' title='Its not there, its not even close.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114973276577517184</id><published>2006-06-08T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T10:38:26.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; then I told you everything you wanted to hear.</title><content type='html'>Can someone really get so desperately in love that she can't leave the one she loves alone? I don't know, but I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set my alarm at 8am today, who knows why.&lt;br /&gt;Then I tried getting back to sleep for the next hour till 9, but couldn't so I just woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Its been long since I woke up, in the morining.&lt;br /&gt;Such a contradiction, I woke up at 2pm yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, but this world is full of fucking contradictions, right ?&lt;br /&gt;One person can just say one thign and think se kept to her word. But anyway, they are &lt;em&gt;Just Words&lt;/em&gt;, aren't they ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1033 edit/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to blog about my sister, nothing fancy or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;But just one sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My sister is the best person (for me) to laugh with.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114973276577517184?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114973276577517184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114973276577517184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114973276577517184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114973276577517184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/06/then-i-told-you-everything-you-wanted.html' title='&amp; then I told you everything you wanted to hear.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114957751808153488</id><published>2006-06-06T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T15:05:18.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save your breath this time around.</title><content type='html'>I don't wanna go for tuition on thursday, but I haven't been to tuition for 123456789 thousand years alr. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you watched Harold (or whatever) and Kumar go to white castle ? Go watch it, its hilarious, and retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hongkong next Thursday, I can't wait to get out of this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114957751808153488?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114957751808153488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114957751808153488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114957751808153488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114957751808153488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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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-18115604.post-114926283288703383</id><published>2006-06-02T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T23:40:32.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're all the same to me.</title><content type='html'>LSDKFSLKLSJFLAMSVKCDOEWPMCLKMEWMCMKDFLKNLKJDF;FC;LESKNFLKWEJKDEWKLDMWLKENDKWED&lt;br /&gt;SDFLKEWJLKFJLKEWNFKDLNLKN;KFMDLKF&lt;br /&gt;JSNFKJLKFKF;LERJ;LFMKFJJREFKRE;LF;LERFJEROKGLERJG;EJRG;EJOGWOGR&lt;br /&gt;KERJFKEJRKFJOERJGKJREOGJKEMJRFJOERJFJRELJFOERJOGJOERJEWRLJ;LD,MLEKROJRT&lt;br /&gt;IEJRJERKTJOREJOTMLREWMOFREJTJREJT&lt;br /&gt;EORJGTORJETLRE;LMFOREJOREOTKERMMFERKTREW&lt;br /&gt;ERJGTOREJWOJTOEWJTMERFER&lt;br /&gt;ERJPOEJROTJERLMTOERJF&lt;br /&gt;ERJTERJITRE&lt;br /&gt;KEJFPOREJOEJRTOJERPOTMFPOREGFPOREJGPOREOGTJREPOGEUTOERJMFER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERJGOPREKJPOGTJRE;OJGTPOREJGTPOEJRT&lt;br /&gt;OEJRTOERJTPOEJRPOTJERPOJTEPORJTEMFPOERKFK[WIWREOIT&lt;br /&gt;OERJGORET[OREMFPOREJVJPOEJG[OEWRTGJOERKGTK&lt;br /&gt;EWOGJPOREJGPOEJROGTJER&lt;br /&gt;KEJGPERG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJGROREJGOERJGJ;EWLJRG;EMVPEROREJGPOERG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJROJGOERJGOEJRGOREJGPOREWJG&lt;br /&gt;EWJRGJEROPJGOPREG&lt;br /&gt;EKRJGPOEWRJGWORJGPOEWJGRPOEJGR&lt;br /&gt;ERJGOEJRGPJREOGJRE&lt;br /&gt;ELJGOEPRJGOWEPERGOJEOPJGOER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how was your fucking day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/KSDOIFHSFOISHE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114926283288703383?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114926283288703383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>You're all the same to me.</title><content type='html'>LSDKFSLKLSJFLAMSVKCDOEWPMCLKMEWMCMKDFLKNLKJDF;FC;LESKNFLKWEJKDEWKLDMWLKENDKWED&lt;br /&gt;SDFLKEWJLKFJLKEWNFKDLNLKN;KFMDLKF&lt;br /&gt;JSNFKJLKFKF;LERJ;LFMKFJJREFKRE;LF;LERFJEROKGLERJG;EJRG;EJOGWOGR&lt;br /&gt;KERJFKEJRKFJOERJGKJREOGJKEMJRFJOERJFJRELJFOERJOGJOERJEWRLJ;LD,MLEKROJRT&lt;br /&gt;IEJRJERKTJOREJOTMLREWMOFREJTJREJT&lt;br /&gt;EORJGTORJETLRE;LMFOREJOREOTKERMMFERKTREW&lt;br /&gt;ERJGTOREJWOJTOEWJTMERFER&lt;br /&gt;ERJPOEJROTJERLMTOERJF&lt;br /&gt;ERJTERJITRE&lt;br /&gt;KEJFPOREJOEJRTOJERPOTMFPOREGFPOREJGPOREOGTJREPOGEUTOERJMFER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERJGOPREKJPOGTJRE;OJGTPOREJGTPOEJRT&lt;br /&gt;OEJRTOERJTPOEJRPOTJERPOJTEPORJTEMFPOERKFK[WIWREOIT&lt;br /&gt;OERJGORET[OREMFPOREJVJPOEJG[OEWRTGJOERKGTK&lt;br /&gt;EWOGJPOREJGPOEJROGTJER&lt;br /&gt;KEJGPERG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWJGROREJGOERJGJ;EWLJRG;EMVPEROREJGPOERG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EJROJGOERJGOEJRGOREJGPOREWJG&lt;br /&gt;EWJRGJEROPJGOPREG&lt;br /&gt;EKRJGPOEWRJGWORJGPOEWJGRPOEJGR&lt;br /&gt;ERJGOEJRGPJREOGJRE&lt;br /&gt;ELJGOEPRJGOWEPERGOJEOPJGOER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how was your fucking day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/KSDOIFHSFOISHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114926282801892897?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114926282801892897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114926282801892897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114926282801892897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114926282801892897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/06/youre-all-same-to-me.html' title='You&apos;re all the same to me.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114888357566324338</id><published>2006-05-29T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T14:30:54.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The dream that we lived was better than divine.</title><content type='html'>Maureen is in Japan now ? I forgot when she said she was going. Ah well, I miss her anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; who misses Rachel Chan, noone misses that bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to Simone last night, and she showed me some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;The girl is damn cute, esp the one when she was doing something with her hand.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresa wong is evil, haha, compared to the rest of us, 'cos she has alot of sins.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; she has a 60% chance of going to hell, while I have like, 26 ?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are finally here, now all I want is sports camp to over, so I am left with only about five days to go back to stc.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait, I can't wait for Hong Kong. Rachel, I am going to Hong Kong on the 15th, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/Save your breath.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114888357566324338?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114888357566324338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114888357566324338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114888357566324338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114888357566324338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/05/dream-that-we-lived-was-better-than.html' title='The dream that we lived was better than divine.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114873609488477076</id><published>2006-05-27T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T01:09:56.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palpable hate in the air when you're here.</title><content type='html'>Angry, angry, angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong, I can't wait, I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I can't wait for sports camp to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been a bitch nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I hate Singapore's weather.&lt;br /&gt;If I had magical capabilities, I would pull Singapore away from the equator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if killing wasn't a crime, there would be an extinction of human beings left in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what else to blog about anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffd391;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Deadly Sins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffce93"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrath&lt;/strong&gt;: 80%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc995"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Envy&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc498"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sloth&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbf9a"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greed&lt;/strong&gt;: 20%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb99c"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gluttony&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb49e"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lust&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffafa1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pride&lt;/strong&gt;: 0%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffaaa3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chance You'll Go to Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: 26%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa5a5"&gt;You will die, but first you will turn into an evil robot.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Sinful Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Its like you don't care anymore &amp;amp; I guess it doesn't matter either. Well, good luck for you &amp; polish those masks you'll need in the future, not forgetting feeding the extra sugar to your mouth that moulds thoe oh so nice words out. No matter what it is, I give up on finding out, &amp;amp; you know, I don't really care either too, 'cos I guess you were really not worth it. &amp;amp; I really can't stand you now, so bye. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114873609488477076?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114873609488477076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114873609488477076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114873609488477076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114873609488477076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/05/palpable-hate-in-air-when-youre-here.html' title='Palpable hate in the air when you&apos;re here.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114864842796449170</id><published>2006-05-26T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T21:00:27.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am very angry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RAHHHHHHHHHHH ! JDSFKLKMVCXPODFSPSM SDCMSFCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM VERY ANGRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it. FUCKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Town after school, BLABLA.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to my mom's office, coldddd.&lt;br /&gt;I started playing with her photcopying machine &amp; it was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;I photocopied my left palm, &amp;amp; I forgot I drew on it so it turned out to be really nice, I was showing it off to my mom after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hafta work for my mom to earn a hundred bucks during one of the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;So cool, so cool.&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong is confirmed, &amp; I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucked, This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;skjdgzuijkcajfksaldlkjlkmlkfnjofdkdlf;oewkjrewnrfwnfjdlkfnskjdbgkdsglkcnsdjfj;ldxmljcnfkhlvptjvdjgojgf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114864842796449170?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114864842796449170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114864842796449170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114864842796449170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114864842796449170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-very-angry.html' title='I am very angry.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114839276152551546</id><published>2006-05-23T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T21:59:21.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But its better if you do.</title><content type='html'>SYF I think sucked today.&lt;br /&gt;It was so Qi Li Ba La.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorraine is black now, I thought she was Rahmuna from afar, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Rahmuna asked me for my mp3 today, what a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;But she only listened to two songs so I passed her my phone, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Olivia Cheong, she has my picture in her computer now.&lt;br /&gt;Better not delete, haha.&lt;br /&gt;I sent it to her 'cos she told me she didn't have one in her computer, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Bhb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simone is turning red now, &amp; the whole of Singapore is gonna be on fire 'cos of her.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Bro, please, please, please, cheer up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114839276152551546?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114839276152551546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114839276152551546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114839276152551546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114839276152551546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/05/but-its-better-if-you-do.html' title='But its better if you do.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114829310323723429</id><published>2006-05-22T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T22:46:21.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, promise me.</title><content type='html'>My mother striked 4D, haha, COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want school to end faster, &amp; Hong Kong to come faster.&lt;br /&gt;I want holidays to go slower, &amp;amp; end slower.&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I really don't like school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a big dog when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;I shall has a huge dog and one miniature schnauzer, maybe with one black cat, haha.&lt;br /&gt;See, I plan my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my Mom that I want to have many cats and a huge house one day, then my neighbours would all leave me alone 'cos they think that I am a witch.&lt;br /&gt;I was joking, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I finally passed maths.&lt;br /&gt;Kjoockfddkfjc, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Screw me, but I passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friggin art grade got pulled down, &amp;amp; I have a C for music instead of my real grade, which is an A. Oh I actually passed my music test with Lorraine's music book which has like, almost nothing inside at all.&lt;br /&gt;So now I know her locker combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114829310323723429?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114829310323723429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114829310323723429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114829310323723429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114829310323723429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-promise-me.html' title='Well, promise me.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114822100631374190</id><published>2006-05-21T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:16:46.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm six feet from the edge &amp; I'm thinking.</title><content type='html'>Went to Great World after Robertson Quay(?). Its a hotel which is very, very small.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Poseidon, quite nice, I don't think it was sad, Aish.&lt;br /&gt;They had this popcorn thing, where they give you a cow tin then they fill it up with popcorn for you. The tin thing is blardy hell cute. They have my mother all over it and she's actually flying.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't eat Ben and Jerry's for once, 'cos we were too full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go to school tomorrow, but what if they give the math paper out?&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss checking the paper I would fail miserably, &amp; I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie tomorrow? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;No mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother says that gay guys go to Zara to shop.&lt;br /&gt;Really? I think the stuff at Zara are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna join Kindergolf and become a golfer like my dad.&lt;br /&gt;No, as in seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;I am crazy, I am tlaking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am struggling to save up money now.&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for spending so much of the pretty cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I had Japanese food for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Sashimi and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;Really good, go to Great World Ichiban Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh on the way home in the cab, I witnessed a very funny looking accident.&lt;br /&gt;This guy was driving his car, then suddenly his car went out of control and started swirving and reversing.&lt;br /&gt;Then the car's boot crashed with the divider, and luckily the driver wasnt hurt or anything even though he should.&lt;br /&gt;He was trying to overtake the cab I was taking over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;He should be punished for being such a bloody asshole eh.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, I am being too mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say the word "Nevermind" alot.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; maybe they mean something.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they mean, Never Mind Me Like You Are Right Now.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, perhaps something else like, Never Mind Me, People Are Always Too Busy To Even Open Thier Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Oe something like, Never Mind Me, I Am Used To Being Not Heard Even When I Scream.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, you know, something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114822100631374190?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114822100631374190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114822100631374190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114822100631374190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114822100631374190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-six-feet-from-edge-im-thinking.html' title='I&apos;m six feet from the edge &amp; I&apos;m thinking.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114813454759468374</id><published>2006-05-20T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T22:15:47.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; I've learnt to love the lie.</title><content type='html'>You know, my sister got an MC from the doctor, not for school, but for not wearing shoes.&lt;br /&gt;So she is legally "Unfit for wearing shoes for 14 days".&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my phone back, and I am digging the mp3.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, 'cos I finally updated the songs in its playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably be watching poseidon tmr, the one Aish said she cried about.&lt;br /&gt;It'll probably be some funny thing to watch, haha.&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna watch Over the Hedge too, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would be going to Hong Kong, haha, I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headache now, hurts alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is handicapped 'cos of her toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, I think some people can be ^$#*!&amp;%$#&amp;amp;* sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RARRRRR&lt;/span&gt;, just fuck off la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruined my fucking day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114813454759468374?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114813454759468374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114813454759468374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114813454759468374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114813454759468374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-learnt-to-love-lie.html' title='&amp; I&apos;ve learnt to love the lie.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114803906993022790</id><published>2006-05-19T19:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T20:43:05.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night liquor blue.</title><content type='html'>I got back my results for Lit, Science, Dnt, and err, Art.&lt;br /&gt;My Science was, okay. My Lit was, I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;My Dnt ? I was so surprised that I actually passed that friggin paper, I got a friggin 68! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I passed my Art.&lt;br /&gt;Ohohoh ! I got a B grade for my CME, haha. I think Rachel Chue doesnt deserve to get an A, 'cos she is so uncivilised and I hate her cos she sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so don't ask me anymore, its all here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so hot now, &amp; I can't turn on my air con.&lt;br /&gt;Irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh go see Lorraine's blog, she says she gonna blog about me.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why she's so nice to me out of a sudden, maybe its cos, nvm, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I pass maths, cos I can never pass maths.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that didn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Harbourfront to have lunch after school.&lt;br /&gt;Initially planned to eat subway, then changed our minds to eat Macs cos I didn't want to use my pretty cash.&lt;br /&gt;Treeza, treeza, the shaolin monks ! Hilarious, hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and these big bag people spilled their coke, and it was so pretty on the floor, all sparkly and all. Haha, oh god, I sound like Rae.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Rae. I hate Rachel Chan Rui Yu. She laughed at the way I eat ice cream, Qi Li Ba La.&lt;br /&gt;And Maureen? I love Maureen, cos she treated me to ice cream, she paid 50 cents for me, how nice. Haha. That was not a sarcastic remark, in case, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home with Maureen and Rae.&lt;br /&gt;Maureen, Huggies Dry Comfort? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia cheong should cheer up, and Lorraine Koh, I don't know what to say about that uncivilised frangipani.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Aish was dumb today, haha, as usual, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and thank you,&lt;em&gt; Princess&lt;/em&gt;, for the sweet box thing with sweets.&lt;br /&gt;Happy one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit : 2034&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maureen Wantono is Agent M and I am Agent W. Don't mess with us! We kill the aliens better than the immitation men in black in the cinemas, we are the real ones! They are our disciples! Haha, we will bang bang shoot shoot you! RARR! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we kill squirrels too, to warm up our weapons. Sorry, but Maureen came up with this squirrel thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114803906993022790?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114803906993022790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114803906993022790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114803906993022790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114803906993022790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/05/late-night-liquor-blue_114803906993022790.html' title='Late night liquor blue.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114787717117308668</id><published>2006-05-17T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T22:46:11.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the vicous remarks &amp; verbal attacks.</title><content type='html'>I am gonna post again today 'cos I have nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you that my dog has a mowhawk now?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its when you wanna talk to someone about something but you know things would turn out to be worse than it already is, when you feel like @#$%^&amp;, when all you wanted to do was to fix the fucking problem.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think its anything about fucking courage, is it ?&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, to come to think of it, I don't know anything, do I? I never do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling something I can't describe, between being happy and being worse than fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I don't know anything. I didn't, I don't, and I don't think I want to anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I've given up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114787717117308668?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114787717117308668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114787717117308668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114787717117308668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114787717117308668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/05/all-vicous-remarks-verbal-attacks.html' title='All the vicous remarks &amp; verbal attacks.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114787129101564029</id><published>2006-05-17T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T21:08:11.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does this love feel like a crime?</title><content type='html'>Checked papers today.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the SYF thing, and I was falling asleep under the hugeass sun already.&lt;br /&gt;Came back and slept for 987534567 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi cola is fun, &amp; Lorraine was nice, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Olivia recovers from her spot desease soon eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114787129101564029?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114787129101564029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114787129101564029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114787129101564029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114787129101564029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-does-this-love-feel-like-crime.html' title='Why does this love feel like a crime?'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114779336099310888</id><published>2006-05-16T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T23:29:21.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's ice inside my veins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rawr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math paper today, towned.&lt;br /&gt;Home late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114779336099310888?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114779336099310888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114779336099310888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114779336099310888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114779336099310888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/05/theres-ice-inside-my-veins.html' title='There&apos;s ice inside my veins.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114770385558876100</id><published>2006-05-15T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T22:44:10.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a freight train coming to force your head in check.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I know you're dying to tell me everything that you want to say, but I'm not listening. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Try to tell me everything that you want to say. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you're trying to force me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feed me lies but I'm on my way. Can you taste it now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm dying to watch your face when I walk away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shivering now, &amp; I know why.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I need to close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Decode it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design &amp;amp; Tech paper kinda sucked today.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it was screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with Fuckerpoos tmr, instead of The Bimps.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I can't wait for another date with The Bimps.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm looking forward to tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I sound happy? I hope I do.&lt;br /&gt;'Cos there's no reason for me to sound sad or to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114770385558876100?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114770385558876100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114770385558876100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114770385558876100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114770385558876100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/05/theres-freight-train-coming-to-force.html' title='There&apos;s a freight train coming to force your head in check.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114753627021117472</id><published>2006-05-13T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T00:19:18.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm left remembering what it was like to have you here with me.</title><content type='html'>Went for Novel today, met Pam later, since she was going to Jia's house too.&lt;br /&gt;Pam was laughing at the word "Novel", the name of the tuition centre.&lt;br /&gt;The name was supposed to be pronounced as "Nove-elle", but she insists that it is "Nove-erl"&lt;br /&gt;She cracks me up in the smallest ways, and I can't stop laughing when I'm with her.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Jia's place and took the books.&lt;br /&gt;Exchanged hugs and went off to tampines, then to the airport with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Then I reached home then off to the supermarket and reached home at around ten.&lt;br /&gt;Long day, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biantai&lt;/strong&gt;, please cheer up alright? You don't have to bother about these thigns because you are a really wonderful person who doesnt deserve to be burdened like that, I love my Biantai. I would put up with your, erm, really beautiful singing and everything else, because I know that you would never dissapoint me as a loyal friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pam&lt;/strong&gt;, you worry me. Cheer up too, you're not fucked up or anything of that sort. I love you the most, remember? You'll always have me, no matter what. &amp;amp; even when you are sad, you don't burden people down but make them laugh instead. That's what I love about you. You are a great, great person and don't let silly things get in your way, I love you alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zoey&lt;/strong&gt;, loosen up okay. I know you're stressed and all nowadays about stuff, but you'll always have me to listen to you. No matter how busy I am, I'll always have time for you. No matter how big or small your problems are, they matter to me. I love my LKKZW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorraine is jealous now, I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114753627021117472?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114753627021117472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114753627021117472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114753627021117472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114753627021117472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-left-remembering-what-it-was-like.html' title='I&apos;m left remembering what it was like to have you here with me.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114744998042654261</id><published>2006-05-12T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T00:10:18.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our love forever ending.</title><content type='html'>I should post lyrics eh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just &lt;strong&gt;a waste of a song&lt;/strong&gt;, You're a &lt;strong&gt;simple regret&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew who you were, but watch how fast I forget.&lt;br /&gt;You wore &lt;em&gt;your prettiest dress&lt;/em&gt;, but there's a &lt;em&gt;mess in your head&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They say old habits die hard; I say&lt;strong&gt; they're better off dead&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;'cause you were bitter and cold, but still you &lt;strong&gt;burned me alive&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You held &lt;em&gt;the match to my skin and poured the fuel on the fir&lt;/em&gt;e.&lt;br /&gt;You're not my favorite mistake; You're&lt;strong&gt; just&lt;/strong&gt; a simple regret.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew who you were, &lt;strong&gt;but watch how fast and watch how well I forget&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I just wanted to post la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114744998042654261?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114744998042654261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114744998042654261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114744998042654261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114744998042654261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/05/our-love-forever-ending.html' title='Our love forever ending.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114743946997201501</id><published>2006-05-12T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T21:11:09.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're not my favourite mistake, you're just a sinple regret.</title><content type='html'>My nose hurts, I think my sister broke it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Vesak day, no school, Friday, went out, temple, Suntec, Mellenium Walk, 41 bucks on Candy Empire, home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114743946997201501?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114743946997201501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114743946997201501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114743946997201501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114743946997201501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/05/youre-not-my-favourite-mistake-youre.html' title='You&apos;re not my favourite mistake, you&apos;re just a sinple regret.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114732750082730877</id><published>2006-05-11T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T14:06:55.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang, bang.</title><content type='html'>There's this question in the science paper.&lt;br /&gt;About gastric pain.&lt;br /&gt;I've never even read about it before.&lt;br /&gt;But I got the idea of the answer because of my ahem smart allec nerd brain but.&lt;br /&gt;I phrased it hilariously.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote that gastric juices corroded, when its supposed to be acting up.&lt;br /&gt;I told my mother and she laughed like mad.&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, laugh your arses off.&lt;br /&gt;Ha, corroded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to town after the paper.&lt;br /&gt;I ate 8 friggin bucks worth of dimsum.&lt;br /&gt;How dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Pam was in town, I saw her then went off.&lt;br /&gt;Then Jia smsed me and told me that she was in town too when I've reached my mother's office already.&lt;br /&gt;How dumb.&lt;br /&gt;She said that Abigail went crazy when she called her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Rachel baked me a banana muffin with peanut butter and rainbow sprinkles on it.&lt;br /&gt;How cute, I was so protective over it today.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Victoria Lim had to destroy it.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it was still cute after that.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Wisma and devoured it, though I couldn't bear to.&lt;br /&gt;I love my rush slash laopo slash minnie slash manymany more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today's post is so long.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like one of those stupid bloggers like Dana Lim who was calling out for me while she was doing dunno what in the toilet cubicle today.&lt;br /&gt;How dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114732750082730877?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114732750082730877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114732750082730877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114732750082730877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114732750082730877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/05/bang-bang.html' title='Bang, bang.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114718094828321122</id><published>2006-05-09T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T21:26:16.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sacrifice.</title><content type='html'>Maybe I should just fuck off huh.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; just stop being such a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're looking for me, I'll be around that corner, fucking off and minding my own business.&lt;br /&gt;From now, I would be blind unless told so not.&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry, I am sure you have a lot more other better friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I shall end this fucking topic cos its fucking my fucking blog up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a new fucked up topic for your fucking use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't wait for the 16th.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Biantai and Pamela.&lt;br /&gt;I would say I miss Zoey too, but I see her everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I miss Zoey too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should thank you for reading this fucked up post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114718094828321122?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114718094828321122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114718094828321122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114718094828321122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114718094828321122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-sacrifice.html' title='My sacrifice.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114717840754862324</id><published>2006-05-09T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T20:40:07.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming undone.</title><content type='html'>Today is Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead Aish, laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the shit phone I'm using now, its so much better than my real phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had the maths paper.&lt;br /&gt;I went to school prepared to fail it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; guess what, guess what, guesss what.&lt;br /&gt;I will, no matter how easy it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the 16th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forget,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114717840754862324?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114717840754862324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114717840754862324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114717840754862324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114717840754862324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/05/coming-undone.html' title='Coming undone.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114709367655634129</id><published>2006-05-08T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T21:07:56.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like the last time that I commited suicide.</title><content type='html'>Today is Monday, had Lit paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; It was nothing afterall, I guess huh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a hug that would never let go.&lt;br /&gt;Oh , whatever Wenna, you're such an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;Just fuck off and die.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114709367655634129?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114709367655634129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114709367655634129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114709367655634129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114709367655634129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/05/like-last-time-that-i-commited-suicide.html' title='Like the last time that I commited suicide.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114700490865722884</id><published>2006-05-07T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T20:34:03.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; Having so much to say.</title><content type='html'>I am posting to get rid of the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be happy tomorrow, watch me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where's that mask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'll just forget, &amp;amp; I'll just pretend, that everything is as simple as it was and nothing was going or was or seemed to be beyond that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114700490865722884?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114700490865722884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114700490865722884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114700490865722884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114700490865722884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/05/having-so-much-to-say.html' title='&amp; Having so much to say.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114693035318152339</id><published>2006-05-06T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T14:28:41.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This crucifix is my four leaf clover.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What hurts the most, Is being so close, And having so much to say. And watching you walk away And never knowing, What could have been. And not seeing that loving you, Is what I was trying to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need someone, I'm getting all emotional.&lt;br /&gt;I need a pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Now where's that black book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114693035318152339?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114693035318152339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114693035318152339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114693035318152339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114693035318152339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-crucifix-is-my-four-leaf-clover.html' title='This crucifix is my four leaf clover.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114675012975292866</id><published>2006-05-04T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T15:51:33.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought that you should know, you're not making this easy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Bimps (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Today's paper was alright, just that my hand was almost ripped.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll screw the paper anyway, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Mother tounge tmr, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;But of course I studied, I'm a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;Officially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, then the Novel, then home again.&lt;br /&gt;Today was &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; amazing, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied, phoned the cheebye kicker.&lt;br /&gt;She was pacing around her room waiting for someone on msn to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;Thats, fucking lame, and dumb, and anything that defines stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the cheebye kicker is Lorraine Koh.&lt;br /&gt;Surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;strong&gt;Fuckerpoos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Biantai's house to study, together with Pammy.&lt;br /&gt;The bus trip was screwed, and I think that the person who was standing next to Pammy was trying to molest her or smth, haha.&lt;br /&gt;The day was fun, and bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;Like you would wanna know about it.&lt;br /&gt;But Biantai and I studied while Pam was rolling on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, Pammy lent me 20 bucks to cab home, &lt;strong&gt;thanks ah&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Maureen, Rachel Chan &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lorraine koh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, I did that on purpose, Lorraine.&lt;br /&gt;See how small you mena to me?&lt;br /&gt;Don't go "fine", HA, I know you just went Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Random:&lt;br /&gt;I love Exam Periods, we get to go to school for a really really short amount of time, and its really cool.&lt;br /&gt;Like Rae says, Uber Cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I should just end this, I feel lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114675012975292866?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114675012975292866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114675012975292866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114675012975292866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114675012975292866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-thought-that-you-should-know-youre.html' title='I thought that you should know, you&apos;re not making this easy.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114622953917940245</id><published>2006-04-28T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T21:05:39.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get fucked up &amp; die.</title><content type='html'>I think I would get a bad grade for the english paper today.&lt;br /&gt;A B3 grade, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe even not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father picked me up from school today, then I went back home, then went to fetch sis &amp; my mother.&lt;br /&gt;Something was going on in the car today, &amp;amp; my sis and I couldn't stop being crazy.&lt;br /&gt;We were acting like Cosmo during dinner, &amp; we were taking retarded pics in the car when my parents weren't around.&lt;br /&gt;The pics are quite cool actually, just dumber than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; manymany more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so painful to be in school everyday.&lt;br /&gt;School was per normal, then later just plainly fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is unexplainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a word in the last sentence of the above paragraph which is mispelled, it's Aish's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;K,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;/I'm fucked up &amp;amp; dead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114622953917940245?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114622953917940245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114622953917940245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114622953917940245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114622953917940245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/04/lets-get-fucked-up-die.html' title='Let&apos;s get fucked up &amp; die.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114595523658791941</id><published>2006-04-25T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T16:53:56.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll never see me fall from grace.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm sick, stressed, tired, worried, frustrated and angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be bothered about anything else already, except for getting my grades up and the streamings done with.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can afford to have any of my subjects pulling me down right now, esp friggin maths.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp; yes, I do care about my academic progress if some people out there think otherwise.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pushing myself right now, but I think its too late.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I'm pushing myself &lt;em&gt;harder&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to put aside minor problems such as assholes that are trying to be what they naturally are not.&lt;br /&gt;And any other fucktard that tries to mess me up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not actually successful yet, but I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that part of me is regretting right now, to why I haven't started mugging @#$%^&amp; weeks or years ago before this friggin mid term.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess regretting would just waste more time, so here I am, boosting my brainpower to get ready for the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cannot, cannot, cannot afford to drop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114595523658791941?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114595523658791941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114595523658791941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114595523658791941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114595523658791941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/04/youll-never-see-me-fall-from-grace.html' title='You&apos;ll never see me fall from grace.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114535279878758335</id><published>2006-04-18T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T17:33:18.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But I just can't see through that wall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;All the mistakes I've made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home, and found the baby gate that blocks my dog from going into the living room, flat on the floor. I call out for him, but don't see him running towards me. I went on to look for him, following the sounds of his chain. I walked into my sister's room, but he wasnt there. His chains made me check again, and there he was; underneath my sister's bed. I called for him to come out, but he kept on struggling and I realised that he couldnt; he was stuck. I frantically went to the other side to pull him out, caressing him once he was out. I held onto him tightly, and started to calm him down. His tail was down; he was so scared. It was raining and there was thunder, which my dog feared. I gave him his favourite cheese treat, but he refused to take it. I caressed him once again, and made sure he knew that I was there. He took the treat and ate it, then I went to bathe. I came out and let him out to play. His tail came up, but I know that he is still afraid. Poor thing, poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's homework undone; I should be doing it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114535279878758335?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114535279878758335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114535279878758335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114535279878758335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114535279878758335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/04/but-i-just-cant-see-through-that-wall.html' title='But I just can&apos;t see through that wall.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114511564223223225</id><published>2006-04-15T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:40:46.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You were the one mistake I didn't mind.</title><content type='html'>I should start blogging properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I am now blogging properly.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sentosa today, with Aish, Shanna, Khoongeok, Adeline, Amelia, Mel, Jiali, Sihui &amp; Pearl.&lt;br /&gt;In short, the netballers.&lt;br /&gt;The trip was fun, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its 'cos I havent been to the beach at Sentosa before.&lt;br /&gt;But, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after we bathed and everything, we headed to town.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Clipper's for Amelia's haircut, then while she was having her hair done, Teresa, Khoongeok, Adeline &amp; I headed to hunt for food.&lt;br /&gt;Teresa introduced us to this Brtish -insert other word- thing, and the fried mars bar rocks, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Khoongeok got this chicken with cheese thing, it was nice, but it was spicy.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to 7-11, &amp;amp; I got Snickers.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we bused down to Cine &amp; had our dinner at Galilee &amp;amp; Friends.&lt;br /&gt;They had Minestrone today, I was contented.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went to take prints.&lt;br /&gt;My position was so tiring, haha.&lt;br /&gt;And Shanna has weird poses.&lt;br /&gt;Later, Shanna &amp; I were discussing about Aish, on how she looked, weird &amp;amp; bungish, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Aish was so sad.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wanted to go home, so some took the bus, &amp; others cabbed back.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to cab back, so I followed Amelia, Aish &amp;amp; Melanie to the Heeren taxi stand.&lt;br /&gt;When we were reaching, Amelia &amp; I didn't want to head home so early, so we decided to stay in town for awhile, together with Melanie.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Aish cabbed back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into Heeren to take prints again, went up and found the machine spoiled, so we told the people in charge and decided to come back later after they were done with it.&lt;br /&gt;When to play with the washroom sink, I have a fetish for automatic taps.&lt;br /&gt;When to buy a bottle of root beer.&lt;br /&gt;Drank and headed back to take prints.&lt;br /&gt;The prints turned out cool, but some of the others we didn't pick out were really, really nice too.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, Amelia Tan has extreme body heat.&lt;br /&gt;After that went back to the taxi stand to cab home.&lt;br /&gt;Forced Amelia to take the Citycab, then I ran to the Comfort cab that Mel wanted to take.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, Mel.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alighted at the Mrt station, and on the way to Macs and get something for Father, bumped into Jiabao, who thought I had cried.&lt;br /&gt;Went up to Macs to get Father's fish thing, then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at about ten-oh-five.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would be home at like, ten-thirty or something.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; now, my face is red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, I blogged properly.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; long too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114511564223223225?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114511564223223225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114511564223223225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114511564223223225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114511564223223225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-were-one-mistake-i-didnt-mind.html' title='You were the one mistake I didn&apos;t mind.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114493098536890031</id><published>2006-04-13T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T20:18:07.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devotion &amp; Desire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now, I can't even look at your name and not think about how things have changed. I miss us, I miss what we used to be. Now I look at my phone, &amp; I'd expect no messages to be recieved. I miss the calls we would make every night, but I guess that all has gone and passed. I miss how I felt about you, &amp;amp; I miss how it felt like when I held your hand. I miss your hugs, &amp; I miss the way you make me smile. I miss how you used to be the only one. &lt;em&gt;Its another night with her, but I'm always wanting &lt;s&gt;you&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Perhaps, I'll get over it soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mouth shooting blanks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy and relieved that there's no school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trisha Kuek made me laugh like some madwoman.&lt;br /&gt;haha, that stupid pigheaded asshole.&lt;br /&gt;pineapple, pineapple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorraine Koh can't dance.&lt;br /&gt;haha, &amp;amp; I wonder why, I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, training was, uh.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I was being lazy cos I felt sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;I almost missed my stop on the way home cause I was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have this fetish for drawing on my hand.&lt;br /&gt;haha, black stars, black stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aish thinks that her hair sucked today.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that it was okay, until at the end of the day, someone kinda helped her with it.&lt;br /&gt;haha, I think it was Zoey Foo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to laugh at Olivia.&lt;br /&gt;it seems to me, that everything she does is very stupid and well, funny.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Khoongeok just sucks, I don't like her, EEEEEEEYYYEERRR.&lt;br /&gt;oh my, she's going to go, "FINE" when she sees this.&lt;br /&gt;but who cares about that stupid auntie.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is there an outing tomorrow, netballers?&lt;br /&gt;message me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114493098536890031?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114493098536890031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114493098536890031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114493098536890031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114493098536890031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/04/devotion-desire.html' title='Devotion &amp; Desire.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114414159176800169</id><published>2006-04-04T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T17:25:24.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just a line of your book.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;y blogskin sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could visualise my world to be a better place, so time could go faster.&lt;br /&gt;I hate school, I've never liked anything of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Emo Kid song is really nice, and funny.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because its so gay.&lt;br /&gt;I finally updated my shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I am blind, and deaf to everyone around me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so super smart that I don't need to go to school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that the only thing I hear is music, and I only see the things that don't hurt that much.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, I'm a goddamned emo bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorraine Koh sucks, she doesn't wanna follow me to the art museum.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so does Rachel Chan.&lt;br /&gt;But Twosomes are inseperatable, right?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if that word isn't an actual word, it just came into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think random people are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm actually blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114414159176800169?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114414159176800169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114414159176800169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114414159176800169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114414159176800169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-just-line-of-your-book.html' title='I&apos;m just a line of your book.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114396539398940429</id><published>2006-04-02T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T16:11:52.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tap, tap, tap your toes to the beat.</title><content type='html'>I wore green yesterday, for the first time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;So now, I have one purple shirt, one green shirt, and &lt;./."?[&gt; black ones in my wardrobe now.&lt;br /&gt;I feel contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just posting this to tell Aish :&lt;br /&gt;Go with me to Queensway tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114396539398940429?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114396539398940429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114396539398940429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114396539398940429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114396539398940429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/04/tap-tap-tap-your-toes-to-beat.html' title='Tap, tap, tap your toes to the beat.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114386574388980028</id><published>2006-04-01T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T12:35:37.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead on arrival.</title><content type='html'>Fuck you, fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably be going out later, I need more shirts.&lt;br /&gt;everyone's going to the Kellock thing, for I dunno what.&lt;br /&gt;it's too far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy days without school.&lt;br /&gt;I hate school, I wanna transfer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;I am just blogging 'cos i wanted to get rid of the previous stupid post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need anger management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fuck off, just stop it. You cant get whatever you want and you dont know anything about me at all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;b&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;d" &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; n&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;/a raging end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114386574388980028?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114386574388980028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114386574388980028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114386574388980028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114386574388980028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/04/dead-on-arrival.html' title='Dead on arrival.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114303606945711721</id><published>2006-03-22T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T22:01:09.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; I'll savour every moment of this.</title><content type='html'>Well, I got addicted to Myavi's Dear.&lt;br /&gt;The guitar is So Bloody Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost two of my guitar picks so I've not been touching Antidote, &amp; I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;We are not playing in the competiton thing for netball anymore, because of some friggin Stupid And Lame reason, &amp;amp; I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;My CD I bought online would not be sent, &amp; I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;Jaime's leaving soon and _________ , &amp;amp; I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________, &amp; I'm twice as sad but I &lt;strong&gt;shouldn't be&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Newly added: My Sister just informed me that we just missed Spongebob Squarepants, &amp;amp; I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to collect a new series of Deathnote, &amp; I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;Teresa managed to come down for training from home today, despite of her bad fever of 38.5 degrees celcius, &amp;amp; I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;Olivia's WangZai song is funny, &amp; I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday's heats has been cancelled, &amp;amp; I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna buy new guitar picks from Westmall soon.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I wanna update my boring Shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;I want my Amber Pacific CD, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is as usual, which is Bad, Bad, Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is boring, Blaleelaleela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114303606945711721?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114303606945711721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114303606945711721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114303606945711721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114303606945711721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/03/ill-savour-every-moment-of-this.html' title='&amp; I&apos;ll savour every moment of this.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-114148496884679270</id><published>2006-03-04T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T23:11:45.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking all pretty walking down the street.</title><content type='html'>I need a new watch.&lt;br /&gt;actually i just need new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so screwed now.&lt;br /&gt;i have a throbbing headache and i feel like puking.&lt;br /&gt;ah, i wanna die even more now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efl is coming, and i think i'm dreading it.&lt;br /&gt;i need a break from the friggin school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i had alot to blog about, but i can't really stretch my mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;so, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;let's not lie to ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-114148496884679270?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/114148496884679270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=114148496884679270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114148496884679270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/114148496884679270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/03/looking-all-pretty-walking-down-street.html' title='Looking all pretty walking down the street.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-113956445823254731</id><published>2006-02-10T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T17:41:59.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my gothic romance.</title><content type='html'>Finally its a Friday.&lt;br /&gt;school's a pain, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna learn drums, heh.&lt;br /&gt;insipred by Tre Cool and Travis Barker, they're &lt;strong&gt;really good&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Myavi is so rocking on the guitar, heh.&lt;br /&gt;and his accoustic is so bloody cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Star is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Squidward is just some ugly shit.&lt;br /&gt;okay, that was random, i was just watching the Missing Spongebob Ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mtv's Jackass is cool.&lt;br /&gt;i love seeing people torturing themselves for entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;gee, &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new Cd, life is too &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;oring.&lt;br /&gt;my mp3 still needs its furnishing.&lt;br /&gt;and i need a new school bag, now my blue and grey school bag is now blue, grey, and black.&lt;br /&gt;not bad huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is getting boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-113956445823254731?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/113956445823254731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=113956445823254731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/113956445823254731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/113956445823254731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-gothic-romance.html' title='my gothic romance.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-113940642903905940</id><published>2006-02-08T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T21:47:09.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and it had to be you.</title><content type='html'>i feel like blogging, so i am doing it now.&lt;br /&gt;partly because i dont think jialin rocks, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoey hasn't been in school these few days, sigh&lt;br /&gt;get well soon, Valentine's Day is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out something that really freaked me out for a second.&lt;br /&gt;heh, then after that, i couldn't be bothered anymore.&lt;br /&gt;wow, i am amazed at how undisclosed i am, laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's house practice on Valentine's Day, oh man.&lt;br /&gt;sigh, at least Zhixian would be there to give me her very sweet present.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could get something better for her, but i don't have the time too, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;roses ? i'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm an asshole huh.&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm sorry if i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes people would just have to face that they are not the best in everything.&lt;br /&gt;sigh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-113940642903905940?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/113940642903905940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=113940642903905940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/113940642903905940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/113940642903905940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-it-had-to-be-you.html' title='and it had to be you.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-113834682117015843</id><published>2006-01-27T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T15:29:12.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>white it out like glitter wax butterflies.</title><content type='html'>i just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;why certain people just love self pity so bloody much.&lt;br /&gt;and why they are so bloody desperate, and just supposedly thinks that people are doing stuff relating to him/herself 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't stand people who totally changes to another person, just for attracting some fucking attention, and thinks that every person in this fucking world knows him/ her.&lt;br /&gt;its not only about giving everyone around you a break, but its also about giving yourself a break too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/ random paragraph.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, after the match.&lt;br /&gt;my apologies about my attitude.&lt;br /&gt;we lost, but wtf.&lt;br /&gt;we're still a team, and we'll stay a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we must, we can, we will.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss zhixian, i miss the Fuckerpoopoos,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;i miss you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to immigrate, to far, faraway.&lt;br /&gt;then life would be so bloody good.&lt;br /&gt;or at least, better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-113834682117015843?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/113834682117015843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=113834682117015843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/113834682117015843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/113834682117015843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/01/white-it-out-like-glitter-wax.html' title='white it out like glitter wax butterflies.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-113774891648897910</id><published>2006-01-20T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T17:21:56.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you made it clear.</title><content type='html'>i wish my hair could grow faster.&lt;br /&gt;the stupid hairband is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still hate school.&lt;br /&gt;and i've been having terrible headaches.&lt;br /&gt;sighh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still considering to transfer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think blog's are useless.&lt;br /&gt;i have one just for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go out.&lt;br /&gt;i shall try with princess, since we didnt get to go out on our anniversary date.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy belated 7th month anniversary, princess.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee, seven months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ankles hurt.&lt;br /&gt;my brain hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;my heart, its dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-113774891648897910?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/113774891648897910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=113774891648897910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/113774891648897910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/113774891648897910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-made-it-clear.html' title='you made it clear.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-113707393286298195</id><published>2006-01-12T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T21:52:12.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dance, dance.</title><content type='html'>oh man, today sucks as usual.&lt;br /&gt;school sucks, i hate school.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna transfer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a maths test tmr, but i'm not studying for it.&lt;br /&gt;oh man, i am gonna fail.&lt;br /&gt;sighh, i'd revise later i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go out.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go out with them again man.&lt;br /&gt;Fuckerpoopoos rock.&lt;br /&gt;sighhhh, i miss them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhhh, i've been sighhhhhhing alot.&lt;br /&gt;man, i wish i can be home-schooled.&lt;br /&gt;it'll be so fun.&lt;br /&gt;just, imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a hug, a warm one.&lt;br /&gt;i need it so badly.&lt;br /&gt;princess, where are you ?&lt;br /&gt;i've not seen you today.&lt;br /&gt;oh mannnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe you'll make me feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-113707393286298195?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/113707393286298195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=113707393286298195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/113707393286298195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/113707393286298195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/01/dance-dance.html' title='dance, dance.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-113698569631435827</id><published>2006-01-11T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T21:33:11.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i almost wrote a song about you today, but i tore it all up and then i threw it away.</title><content type='html'>i hate school.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i look forward to when i go to school is dismissal time.&lt;br /&gt;sighhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna transfer out.&lt;br /&gt;sighhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for the weekends, but i know it'll be over before i know it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind if people have thier own opinions about me, or assume i said or did stuff.&lt;br /&gt;but i really am trying really hard to tolerate people who think that just because they have thier opinions about me, they want other people in this entire fucking world to have the same opinions about me too.&lt;br /&gt;you hate me, i get it.&lt;br /&gt;now, just get the fuck out of my life, and stop making my life miserable.&lt;br /&gt;and you know what, i can't be bothered anymore.&lt;br /&gt;say whatever the fuck you want, do whatever the fuck you wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;since, well, apparently, everything i do, say, type is oh-so-terribly fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;okay then, so i am the most fucked-up person in this entire school.&lt;br /&gt;oh, the joys of being a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you see me in school, and i ain't as friendly as you expected me to be,&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i just don't feel like it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;i have a freaking attitude.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't care if you hate it.&lt;br /&gt;because i got use to people hating me like shit.&lt;br /&gt;ha, ha, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sorry, but i am just very, very, very, very, very negative.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my sister told me that there's a chance of the tsunami hitting singapore.&lt;br /&gt;i was telling her that its good, so the tsunami can drown me or whatever and just kill me.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll die, and i'll be happy dead.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-113698569631435827?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/113698569631435827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=113698569631435827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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undercover investigators made their way onto Chinese fur farms recently, they found that many animals are still alive and struggling desperately when workers flip them onto their backs or hang them up by their legs or tails to skin them.&lt;br /&gt; When workers on these farms begin to cut the skin and fur from an animal's leg, the free limbs kick and writhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Workers stomp on the necks and heads of animals who struggle too hard to allow a clean cut. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the fur is finally peeled off over the animals' heads, &lt;strong&gt;their naked, bloody bodies&lt;/strong&gt; are &lt;em&gt;thrown&lt;/em&gt; onto a pile of those who have gone before them.&lt;br /&gt;Some are &lt;strong&gt;still alive, breathing in ragged gasps and blinking slowly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the animals' hearts are still beating five to 10 minutes after they are skinned.&lt;br /&gt;One investigator recorded a skinned raccoon dog on the heap of carcasses who had enough strength to lift his bloodied head and stare into the camera.&lt;br /&gt;Before they are skinned alive, animals are&lt;em&gt; pulled&lt;/em&gt; from their cages and &lt;strong&gt;thrown to the ground&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;workers bludgeon them with metal rods or slam them on hard surfaces, causing broken bones and convulsions but not always immediate death. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animals watch &lt;em&gt;helplessly&lt;/em&gt; as workers make their way &lt;strong&gt;down the row&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;peta.org&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-113661922735246842?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/113661922735246842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-18115604.post-113618861194810039</id><published>2006-01-02T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:56:51.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WENNA YEO!</title><content type='html'>WENNA!&lt;br /&gt;why is your blog so dull..&lt;br /&gt;its so zebra.&lt;br /&gt;you must make it more colourful ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;COLOURFUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;COLOURFUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;COLOURFUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;COLOURFUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COLOURFUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;Y&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Y&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;II&lt;/span&gt;II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;IPPP&lt;/span&gt;PP&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;okay. now i'll make it look girly. sweet!&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. wenna loves this entry cause its sweet and bright and girly.&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Happy New Year to ALL!!&lt;br /&gt;2006 is here again&lt;br /&gt;Wenna u have to blog abt your resolutions. i helped u blog some.&lt;br /&gt;-stop eating ppl.&lt;br /&gt;-be a vegetarian if u have to resist manflesh.&lt;br /&gt;-be more sane.&lt;br /&gt;-a bit more girly.&lt;br /&gt;-watch out for my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;-do well in EXAMS.&lt;br /&gt;-You'll be hungry during EFL. so BEAR WITH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;BRIGHT! i love bright colours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Actually I cant see what i am typing. cause the bg is white and this is a bright yellow.&lt;br /&gt;but its ok.&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of brightening up Wenna's blog.&lt;br /&gt;anw,&lt;br /&gt;WENNA!&lt;br /&gt;may u become less violent.&lt;br /&gt;more cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;happier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;merrier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;girlier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;GIRL POWER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexier&lt;br /&gt;pls try to control urself when u see humans. DONT DROOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yupyup. i'll come and blog again sometime.&lt;br /&gt;take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-from the mysterious one.  LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-113618861194810039?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/113618861194810039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=113618861194810039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/113618861194810039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/113618861194810039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2006/01/wenna-yeo.html' title='WENNA YEO!'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-113577653335122966</id><published>2005-12-28T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T21:28:53.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how can this love be a good thing.</title><content type='html'>i am updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to my beloved pervert on the phone now.&lt;br /&gt;and she is shitting on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Pammy Wammy ho is in hongkong now, and i miss her terribly.&lt;br /&gt;please hurry come back.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, everyone else misses you too.&lt;br /&gt;the Fuckerpoos need you, and fountain girl Su cannot have her fountain hair without you around.&lt;br /&gt;hurry back, PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a conversation with lorraine koh today.&lt;br /&gt;and i know she'll be reading this.&lt;br /&gt;so, i want to assure her that, it doesnt even matter if we drift now.&lt;br /&gt;cos i know that when school reopens, it'll be the Twosome again, i &lt;strong&gt;promise&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be stuck at home for a while, cos apparently, i go out too much this month.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, thanks for the christmass card, the candy and the seriously very really pathetic balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is over, and school is reopening soon.&lt;br /&gt;i don't waaaant.&lt;br /&gt;let's just hope i can survive the first month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting for that Greenday album to come out.&lt;br /&gt;and i am saving for a sling bag my sister and I are planning to buy together, but failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am craving for some good music now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;/end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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thing.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-113500724624699413</id><published>2005-12-19T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T23:49:49.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confess what my heart knows.</title><content type='html'>stop making my life living hell for just a second.&lt;br /&gt;is it so hard to treat people FAIRLY.&lt;br /&gt;i ain't your barbie doll, nor am i your SLAVE.&lt;br /&gt;i never seem to have ANY rights.&lt;br /&gt;what, because i'm too YOUNG, too SELFISH, too ARROGANT, too FUCKED UP?&lt;br /&gt;don't think you know me or even understand me.&lt;br /&gt;you have NO IDEA how fucked up you have been to me.&lt;br /&gt;just get the fuck out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;you're just one of the reasons i would put on my suicide letter.&lt;br /&gt;wait, YOU ARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last few days, besides the things stated above, have been really fun.&lt;br /&gt;the people i hung out with make me laugh like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;they understand more than anyone does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to jaey just now.&lt;br /&gt;the ah boy and ah girl trio is back.&lt;br /&gt;and there ain't nothing to break us apart now.&lt;br /&gt;noone else can be my ah girl, only jaey lim.&lt;br /&gt;ONLY her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;i wish you knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;but i guess you'll never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-113500724624699413?l=melodramatic--.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-18115604.post-113500494072560206</id><published>2005-12-19T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T23:09:00.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why don't you kiss her.</title><content type='html'>We're the best of friends&lt;br /&gt;And we share our secrets&lt;br /&gt; She knows everything that is on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Lately somethings changed&lt;br /&gt;As I lie awake in my bed&lt;br /&gt;A voice here inside my head&lt;br /&gt;Softly says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you kiss her&lt;br /&gt; Why don't you tell her&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you let her see&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that you hide&lt;br /&gt;Cuz she'll never know&lt;br /&gt; If you never show&lt;br /&gt;The way u feel inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh im so afraid to make that first move&lt;br /&gt;Just a touch and we&lt;br /&gt;Could cross the line&lt;br /&gt;And everytime she's near&lt;br /&gt;I wanna never let her go&lt;br /&gt;Confess to her what my heart knows&lt;br /&gt;Hold her close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you kiss her&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you tell her&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you let her see&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that you hide&lt;br /&gt;Cuz she'll never know&lt;br /&gt; If you never show&lt;br /&gt;The way u feel inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you say&lt;br /&gt;I wonder would she just turn away&lt;br /&gt;Or would she promise me&lt;br /&gt; That she's here to stay&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me to wait&lt;br /&gt;I keep asking myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you kiss her&lt;br /&gt; Why don't you tell her&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you let her see&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that you hide&lt;br /&gt;Cuz she'll never know&lt;br /&gt;If you never show&lt;br /&gt;The way u feel inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you kiss her (tell her you love her)&lt;br /&gt;Why don't u tell her (tell her you need her)&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you let her see&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that you hide&lt;br /&gt;Cuz she'll never know&lt;br /&gt;If you never show&lt;br /&gt;The way you feel inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you kiss her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-113500494072560206?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/113500494072560206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=113500494072560206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/113500494072560206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/113500494072560206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-dont-you-kiss-her.html' title='why don&apos;t you kiss her.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-113500458305396888</id><published>2005-12-19T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T23:03:03.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confess what my heart knows.</title><content type='html'>the last few days have been, fun.&lt;br /&gt;i love the people i hung out with on the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;they make me laugh like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;the phonecalls, the jokes, the dirty talk, the foul talking, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaey and i talked today, and told each other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;ah boy and ah girl are back again.&lt;br /&gt;and i tell you, i love my ah girl to bits and pieces.&lt;br /&gt;noone else can be my ah girl, but only jaey lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viva la bam rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;but you'll never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-113500458305396888?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/113500458305396888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=113500458305396888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/113500458305396888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/113500458305396888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2005/12/confess-what-my-heart-knows.html' title='confess what my heart knows.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-113412505019276159</id><published>2005-12-09T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T18:47:46.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forever ago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i am bored,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am bored,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can really wait for school to reopen though.&lt;br /&gt;and when it does, i would be wishing to get it over and done with soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was too lazy to go out today.&lt;br /&gt;went out yesterday, hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched chicken little.&lt;br /&gt;he is really very cute, especially when he gets happy or excited.&lt;br /&gt;i bumped into jaey there, and soon after we started messaging.&lt;br /&gt;next year, i'll be smiling after school for sure.&lt;br /&gt;then headed to raffles to meet up with my mother and sister, got my sister's phone.&lt;br /&gt;had dinner, cabbed home.&lt;br /&gt;bought postcards, one of them really looks like my sis.&lt;br /&gt;its this really &lt;s&gt;fat&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;chubby&lt;/s&gt; cute white furry cat with a crown on its head, really cute.&lt;br /&gt;bought my diary, and i think it rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Paperpeople rocks.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and my sister got my file done for me a few days back, and i think it looks rocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nowadays, i cannot seem to get any sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i think too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-113412505019276159?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/113412505019276159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=113412505019276159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/113412505019276159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/113412505019276159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2005/12/forever-ago.html' title='forever ago.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-113342595933878505</id><published>2005-12-01T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T16:38:10.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i guess this really is goodbye.</title><content type='html'>i got my razr today, and i am happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;downloaded groove coverage's poison into it, two versions.&lt;br /&gt;whoots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what.&lt;br /&gt;i was searching up and down taka for my notebooks, and i ended up buying a normal one, and a sketch black one.&lt;br /&gt;and the next day, i found a shop at far east that has really extremely cool ones.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought the army tags, there's two pendants, and one is like a keychain attached to the main chain.&lt;br /&gt;and i guess i'll give it away when i'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed jaey's birthday outing today, real sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;i needed to go to the sinseh to crack my bones again, heh.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad she understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate thinking about the past, cos i'll end up thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts to think about what you said, and what you did.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess, everything's my fault afterall.&lt;br /&gt;maybe if i leave, thing's would get much better.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to see you.&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i hate you, but i can't afford to.&lt;br /&gt;cos i know i'll lose control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think that i am someone so horrible, then go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing i can do or say to change that,&lt;br /&gt;and there's nothing i can do to stop that.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll tell everyone one thing, believe it if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't care less about what's passing around, because i know it ain't worth it.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have to watch what i say, type, or how i act.&lt;br /&gt;because i don't need to have anyone judging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life's screwed, but i'm still living it.&lt;br /&gt;i want and i may end it soon, but for now, i'm still holding it up.&lt;br /&gt;i care for those who care, and i care for those who once did.&lt;br /&gt;but i ain't gonna be the same no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have persons that cherish me, as much as i cherish them.&lt;br /&gt;break us apart, i'll kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;only because it's against the law to kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you always find a way, to keep me right here waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;you alwys find the words to say, to keep me right here waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and if you choose to walk away,&lt;u&gt; i'll still be right here waiting&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-113342595933878505?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/113342595933878505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=113342595933878505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/113342595933878505'/><link 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/&gt;woke up at 10, couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;but i stayed in bed, thinking about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand missing you every damn night when i try to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i do stuff i don't usually do to distract myself from thinking about you again.&lt;br /&gt;i guess its hard to forget someone you think you have known for so fucking long.&lt;br /&gt;if you'd like to know, i have a picture of you and me sitting on my bookshelf.&lt;br /&gt;and i've written some stuff on it.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you're happy out there without me, but i am fucking up out here without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days back, watched harry potter and the goblet of fire at the omni theatre.&lt;br /&gt;it was fairly enjoyable, ha.&lt;br /&gt;a couple of my sister's friends joined us.&lt;br /&gt;the movie was two and a half hours, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched the excorsism of emily rose already.&lt;br /&gt;the movie was alright, it was so longwinded.&lt;br /&gt;but the actress was good, the one as emily.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't that scary.&lt;br /&gt;but i made sure i get in bed before 3 in the morning now, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week i was thinking about something i shouldn't be thinking of doing, and girlfriend talked me out of it.&lt;br /&gt;thanks, i was so close to end it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;truth is, i'll never get over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-113289807143518053?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/113289807143518053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=113289807143518053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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blog about a fly.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm keeping the previous post to provide other topics of my life, besides this particular fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, this fucking fly in my mother's office, won't leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like smashing its guts out.&lt;br /&gt;and soon go and kill its brothers and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-113170055608023894?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/113170055608023894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=113170055608023894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/113170055608023894'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently watching the iwantafamousface show.&lt;br /&gt;dumb, stupid, fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what.&lt;br /&gt;i shall blog about my dog's crap, hah.&lt;br /&gt;my dog has like, rainbow crap.&lt;br /&gt;different colours, everyday.&lt;br /&gt;hey, maybe we have rainbow crap too, it's just that we don't really notice.&lt;br /&gt;damn, what the hell am i doing.&lt;br /&gt;this is disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plastic surgery is useless.&lt;br /&gt;sure, you would have that body.&lt;br /&gt;but its all fake shit.&lt;br /&gt;plus, its all uneven.&lt;br /&gt;she looked like a shit prep before.&lt;br /&gt;now, she just looks like prep shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dog was licking my ear and sniffing on my hair just now.&lt;br /&gt;what the heck, i washed those okay.&lt;br /&gt;then i was like, "dude. stop it."&lt;br /&gt;he gave just stood there and gave me that look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; look.&lt;br /&gt;then he goes back to what he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;which made me laugh to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like watching stupid shows.&lt;br /&gt;then i can point at the television set and go,"ha-ha, i'm not that stupid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays are crap, boring crap.&lt;br /&gt;they make me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;the results are as shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i visited clipper's already.&lt;br /&gt;my hair looks, per normal.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i went for a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;so don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;so you don't make me tell you i burnt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't blog everyday,&lt;br /&gt;my laptop can't publish the page.&lt;br /&gt;so i have to use my sister's.&lt;br /&gt;hallejulah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love meercats.&lt;br /&gt;because they are ugly, they would eat thier children when they are hungry, and they leave thier family in times of crisis.&lt;br /&gt;but, they are still so retarded, cute and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember i have lots of things to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't remember what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate astroboy.&lt;br /&gt;so don't tell me i am astroboy, lorraine neh.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, who flies around half naked with tight pants, boots and a hairstyle that can nest a family of birds?&lt;br /&gt;and no, i am not bob the builder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natalie chan, she's an undercover agent.&lt;br /&gt;she is the yellow one from Totally Spies,&lt;br /&gt;she is Ron Stoppable's sister,&lt;br /&gt;and Kim Possible's bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;oh, the possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, i just blew her cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i am afraid.&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/18115604-113154910505688588?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-18115604.post-113068026511543918</id><published>2005-10-30T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T22:01:17.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look at this photograph, everytime I do it makes me laugh.</title><content type='html'>holidays, i should be happier.&lt;br /&gt;but tell me why i &lt;u&gt;ain't&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trainings are taking up most of the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;they are picking the team.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i would be suprised if i'm not in.&lt;br /&gt;i don't really deserve it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;all those morning runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to take up literature in sec 3.&lt;br /&gt;literature is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to change my phone into something new.&lt;br /&gt;motorola razor ?&lt;br /&gt;i heard that it only looks good.&lt;br /&gt;ah, something block will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to visit clippers.&lt;br /&gt;my hair is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;irritating shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to do something new.&lt;br /&gt;drawing, done that.&lt;br /&gt;reading, done that.&lt;br /&gt;i need a hobby.&lt;br /&gt;another hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heat is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MCR rocks.&lt;br /&gt;so rocking rocks, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and my sister knows about the blog.&lt;br /&gt;hi sister wennyyeo, heh.&lt;br /&gt;and she is currently teasing my dog about his wife.&lt;br /&gt;and bugging my dog to make babies so she could earn some money.&lt;br /&gt;gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am blogging about nothing, actually.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall stop.&lt;br /&gt;its just a waste of space in the network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i shan't scar anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all scarring is is a regret, without making you feel any better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if everyone loved and nobody lied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-113068026511543918?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/113068026511543918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=113068026511543918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/113068026511543918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/113068026511543918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2005/10/look-at-this-photograph-everytime-i-do.html' title='look at this photograph, everytime I do it makes me laugh.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-113040832707588970</id><published>2005-10-27T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T18:18:47.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you used to be there for me.</title><content type='html'>school was normal, boring again.&lt;br /&gt;library was boring like hell.&lt;br /&gt;didn't go for morning run, thought there wasn't any.&lt;br /&gt;was not in the greatest mood, blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rush/ laopo/ minnie's dad fetched us to tiong, met khoon geok and olivia.&lt;br /&gt;went to eat.&lt;br /&gt;they were pathetic, hah.&lt;br /&gt;they were sharing five pieces of chicken with rice and two pieces of cucumber - they were broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, if you &lt;u&gt;don't know&lt;/u&gt; stuff, don't go around telling people stuff &lt;u&gt;as if you know.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;u&gt;don't have feelings&lt;/u&gt; for &lt;u&gt;anyone&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so, just&lt;u&gt; shut your fucking ass mouth&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;sometimes i should just not say anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;i should just not type anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;i should just not write anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;i should just not do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;if everything i do offends people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-113040832707588970?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/113040832707588970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=113040832707588970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/113040832707588970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/113040832707588970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-used-to-be-there-for-me.html' title='you used to be there for me.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-113032758780896043</id><published>2005-10-26T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T19:54:52.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you happy now.</title><content type='html'>fuck me off, go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was as usual, blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;went to watch skeleton key again together with lorraine and natalie.&lt;br /&gt;i almost fell asleep during the darn movie.&lt;br /&gt;lorraine screamed because of the creak of the door.&lt;br /&gt;wow, that's soo scary, hah.&lt;br /&gt;walked around then went to taka with lorraine to kino, but she didn't buy anything in the end.&lt;br /&gt;what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;then i went home on onenineoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am watching spongebob now.&lt;br /&gt;patrick is cool, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;why must i do every fucking thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;you think you did your part,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;and its just my job to do everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;while you get all the credit being a lazy ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;its just so unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-113032758780896043?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-18115604.post-113005704717322119</id><published>2005-10-23T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T16:55:50.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rotting six feet below the ground.</title><content type='html'>time is speeding by me today.&lt;br /&gt;just a blink of my eye, and its close to evening.&lt;br /&gt;but the break i am awaiting seems &lt;u&gt;so far&lt;/u&gt; away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the market with my mother and sister today.&lt;br /&gt;for some reason, my attention was most drawn to the blood and organs oozing out from the fish and meat.&lt;br /&gt;and as i was eating Carls Jr. yesterday, i thought of how i love animals, but cannot afford to give up eating them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of yesterday, i remembered i didnt have the time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the national library, and it is one heck of a place.&lt;br /&gt;found amazing books with amazing description and plots.&lt;br /&gt;but borrowed only two of them.&lt;br /&gt;its amazing how far people can go with writing.&lt;br /&gt;i desire to be one of those people.&lt;br /&gt;but i can never find that commitment so necessary to that success.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall.&lt;br /&gt;the library as i remembered, was reminded me of high classed bastards loaded with money.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why, maybe because of the marble floor which forced me to visualise lovers dancing to the soft music in the background, just like in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;i loved it being silent, and considerably pure.&lt;br /&gt;especially the referrance section.&lt;br /&gt;the security there is strict like anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then headed to the esplanade and headed to the library there, uberly cool.&lt;br /&gt;they even have a room for musicians to practice.&lt;br /&gt;i am lazy to give the details, but its cool, just cool.&lt;br /&gt;the magazines there rock.&lt;br /&gt;guitar legends, rolling stones and many others i cannot remember anymore, sadly for me to say.&lt;br /&gt;then headed for banana muffin, chocolate covered strawberries and bananas, and dark nectar.&lt;br /&gt;then i end up puking and devecating in the toilet at night.&lt;br /&gt;but before i got home, i went to watch flightplan, was alright.&lt;br /&gt;actually, it was quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;but we went to the wrong cinema and my mother tripped on the steps and fell, dropping the whole cup of coke.&lt;br /&gt;then my father who has an uberly huge voice, asled my mother why didnt she pick the cup up, which was blocking the way.&lt;br /&gt;some guy with an injured leg who had crutches with him didnt know tht my father was referring the the fucking paper cup, yelled to my father saying that it was my mother who tripped over his crutches and that his crutches is not in anyone's way.&lt;br /&gt;what a loser.&lt;br /&gt;youre injured, go home, stay home.&lt;br /&gt;dont fucking vent your moodswings on strangers.&lt;br /&gt;luckily, we went to the right cinema and the movie havent started yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went home, and realised that my dog is one heck of an athelete.&lt;br /&gt;he &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to today.&lt;br /&gt;i managed to finish two and half amazing chapters one of the books that i have borrowed the day before.&lt;br /&gt;and my dog has diarhea, if thats how you spell it, but i suppoese not, heh.&lt;br /&gt;too lazy to type anymore, not that i have anything else better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray that i am dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse me if you thought i was cold when i typed to you online.&lt;br /&gt;not in the social mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i like to keep my handphone off,&lt;br /&gt;to preserve its battery since it doesnt ring.&lt;br /&gt;what a phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-113005704717322119?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/113005704717322119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=113005704717322119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/113005704717322119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/113005704717322119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2005/10/rotting-six-feet-below-ground.html' title='rotting six feet below the ground.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-112990800773387437</id><published>2005-10-21T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T23:36:20.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all downhill from here.</title><content type='html'>i think i am moodswinging like shit now.&lt;br /&gt;technology sucks like anything.&lt;br /&gt;fucking internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am blogging again, today, before i hurt myself.&lt;br /&gt;and i am trying to prevent myself from thinking what i shouldnt be thinking anymore.&lt;br /&gt;and i am being vulgur now.&lt;br /&gt;fuckaty fuckaty fuck fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is getting to every inch of me right now.&lt;br /&gt;her and her,&lt;br /&gt;her and her,&lt;br /&gt;her,&lt;br /&gt;her,&lt;br /&gt;and even her,&lt;br /&gt;and her.&lt;br /&gt;them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i can't take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think what you did to me behind my back was &lt;u&gt;no big deal&lt;/u&gt; and didnt have an impact on me,&lt;br /&gt;fuck you, and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;especially&lt;/strong&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;and if you want to tell people that i am such a bitch,&lt;br /&gt;go ahead, then i would be the bitch you said i am to be to &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please dont say those &lt;u&gt;bullshits&lt;/u&gt; about you and me,&lt;br /&gt;when i would still end up alone,&lt;br /&gt;when you just said that because you thought you felt that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe it, think i am seriously fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;but this post is random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say it after me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;moodswinging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-112990800773387437?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/112990800773387437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=112990800773387437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/112990800773387437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/112990800773387437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2005/10/all-downhill-from-here.html' title='all downhill from here.'/><author><name>unwanted</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11140253758653068537</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-18115604.post-112988793462123085</id><published>2005-10-21T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T23:28:45.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sugar, we're going down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am back to blogging, since i'm so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want the papa roach album.&lt;br /&gt;the songs are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd never thought that you'd be the one hurting me the most in the end.&lt;br /&gt;i'd never thought that after all our shit together, you'd still leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;but i'd apologise, even if it was not my fault, if things could get back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;yes, now, i am pleading you for the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18115604-112988793462123085?l=melodramatic--.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/feeds/112988793462123085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18115604&amp;postID=112988793462123085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/112988793462123085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18115604/posts/default/112988793462123085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melodramatic--.blogspot.com/2005/10/sugar-were-going-down.html' title='sugar, we&apos;re going 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