<?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-10613414</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:34:59.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exigency</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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>171</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613414.post-3009793785947884202</id><published>2007-06-04T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T23:37:44.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie =P</title><content type='html'>Ahh 5 months have passed by so quickly. For those who didn't know I returned to Singapore for a short trip back in Feb during CNY. Sorry I didn't have time to meet all! So this post is due to multiple request (and nagging) and that they haven't heard from me for a long time.... Which is totally true. I have fallen behind quite abit. Out of boredom, I surfed friendster and saw that some of my closest friends had been to places and I wasn't even aware. And mind you, the places they went were close to where I am. Not exactly near but close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I will post a pic of my big bruise as a result of playing paintball the past weekend. It's enough to blow you away, I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-3009793785947884202?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/3009793785947884202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=3009793785947884202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/3009793785947884202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/3009793785947884202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2007/06/quickie-p.html' title='Quickie =P'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613414.post-4724951065138967985</id><published>2007-01-03T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:24:07.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Once in A Blue Room</title><content type='html'>SURPRISE SURPRISE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, you thought this blog gonna be dormant... To be exact it has been dormant, so you probably thought it was going to extinct. And then here comes an entry. To be honest, I for once thought it's gonna be extinct too... Yup but check back once in awhile you'll probably see some invaluable entries haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK OK.... It's been extremely long... You know the urge to blog just comes and goes.... And of cos there's greater urge to blog last time compared to now... Not only me, alotta of my friends don't update their blog that often already... if at all. I guess that's how certain trend just tail off and die down, the same goes for the once-upon-a-time irc and icq, and you have what the friendster and then there's the blog.... So due respect for those who faithfully and religiously update their blogs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I do keep this space because there are certain things that I might still wish to share once in a while also serve as a means to update my life right here in the US. Like I've said nothing much to report but at least to let you guys know that I'm alive and kicking. And yes you'll probably catch me at those famous and yet nice eateries or food outlets back in Singapore soon. That's my main motive in my vacation back to Singapore, apart from spending time with my family and friends. I guess this time round I'll do more of a group meet up since I'll probably be spending more time with my family. Yes that is the call of a filial daughter, a duty which the filial me will definitely fulfill.  So I'll be back dring CNY, flying off on 14 Feb 07 (Yes you don't have to remind me that's Valentines' Day) and flying back here on 25 Feb 07. Less than 2 weeks so start booking your slots people... Wahaha. And the best places to meet up with me? Places with food! Like Stingray, kaya, dao huey (Soy Bean), Kway Chap, Bryani, Zi Char, Kopitiam Lemon Tea, Rojak, Bao (Kong ba bao), kang kong, thosai, roti prata, roti john, bak gua and an inexhaustive list of exotic food. Yes Exotic Food! You didn't see it wrongly, cos these food seem exotic to me.... And I have friends who offered to bring me to the latest Canto/Mandarin Pop Club dragonfly (which I chanced upon on Shoi's blog) and Vivocity. Man I need to catch a movie, I've been surviving on DVDs and downloaded movies all of this 6 months. And that reminds me, I've been here for 6 whole months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so as usual I've been reprimanded of how I have not been updating my blog, how I've been lazy and how I should let others know that I'm leading a not so bad life. Besides the cold and putting on weight here, everything else is bearable. Well I mean it's good to experience such climate, but it gets freaking cold and goes to sub zero at night. So I've experienced snow for a couple of times, played and rolled in the snow, had a snow fight and all's not that bad. But I'm still missing on a snow storm which is rare, cos from what I heard there should have been 2 to 3 snow storm by now. And this year's winter is like the hottest for the dunno-how-many decade, and yet it was predicted that this year's winter gonna be the coldest in years to come. So the climate's really changing huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJHHUr6peCs/RZxiGaYmxZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CFJyijU-WAU/s1600-h/IMG_4229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJHHUr6peCs/RZxiGaYmxZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CFJyijU-WAU/s320/IMG_4229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015991947285153170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HJHHUr6peCs/RZxiHKYmxbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/z1JdRHslUGw/s1600-h/IMG_4241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HJHHUr6peCs/RZxiHKYmxbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/z1JdRHslUGw/s320/IMG_4241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015991960170055090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HJHHUr6peCs/RZxjK6YmxcI/AAAAAAAAABE/9yQy6yzxbd4/s1600-h/IMG_4237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HJHHUr6peCs/RZxjK6YmxcI/AAAAAAAAABE/9yQy6yzxbd4/s320/IMG_4237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015993124106192322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright and then I had a freaking car accident. I wasn't the one driving but anyways four of us from the household were planning to go to our company's gym for a workout session on a Sunday morning. And when we were exiting from a highway, it was green arrow for us to turn left but an oncoming car from our left didn't stop and was traveling at a relatively high speed. Both cars saw each other, can't brake in time, swerve their steering wheels away to avoid hitting each other. Still the cars hit but the impact was reduced. And yes since it was green for us it has to be red for them. But the driver denied it when the police came. And guess what they didn't have a car insurance but then New Hampshire is like the only state in US that doesn't require an insurance for the car! But anyways the issue was settled just that the insurance hasn't finished (or started?!!) their assessment yet. So we've gotta live with a car that has out of range headlight on the right and a smashed headlight on the left and an outta alignment bonnet. The car engine feels weird to me, pick up, acceleration and brake isn't that effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a company Xmas party and it was a good time for me cos I finally get to dress up! Yes, hiding behind all the long sleeves and jeans makes me sick and tired of them, I wanna flaunt my summer clothes! Haha and people who know me knows that I don't like to wear tops with sleeve. Yep and wrapping yourself under the thick layers of clothes only makes you fat, I mean you'll eat and eat cos of the cold and yet don't know that you've put on weight cos you'd think it's the clothes. And it doesn't help that the people here snack alot! Chips and chocolates, I tell you they kill. I don't wanna look like a fat pig when I'm back though I'm on my way there.... Shucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJHHUr6peCs/RZxfYqYmxVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Trx0TMiGUrM/s1600-h/PC080012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJHHUr6peCs/RZxfYqYmxVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Trx0TMiGUrM/s320/PC080012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015988962282882386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJHHUr6peCs/RZxfZaYmxWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AZ2_KjZt-kw/s1600-h/PC080019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJHHUr6peCs/RZxfZaYmxWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AZ2_KjZt-kw/s320/PC080019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015988975167784290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJHHUr6peCs/RZxfZqYmxXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HCsXXn4Ys2k/s1600-h/Picture+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HJHHUr6peCs/RZxfZqYmxXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HCsXXn4Ys2k/s320/Picture+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015988979462751602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HJHHUr6peCs/RZxfZ6YmxYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Rv7059CGGoA/s1600-h/Picture+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HJHHUr6peCs/RZxfZ6YmxYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Rv7059CGGoA/s320/Picture+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015988983757718914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the most frequent question that I got was how was my Christmas and New Year. No it wasn't a white Christmas for me. Basically I wasn't home but then again, it didn't snow at where I stay. I was at New York. It certainly wasn't a white Christmas there. It wasn't even half as cold there. And then New Year was spent at Niagara Falls, a great fall located between the borders of America and Canada. I was at the America which proved to be a huge mistake. But then guys, updates about these trips will come in my next entry... which I'm not sure how long that will take haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-4724951065138967985?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/4724951065138967985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=4724951065138967985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/4724951065138967985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/4724951065138967985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2007/01/once-in-blue-room.html' title='Once in A Blue Room'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HJHHUr6peCs/RZxiGaYmxZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CFJyijU-WAU/s72-c/IMG_4229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613414.post-116580963415789089</id><published>2006-12-10T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:00:34.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Installation from US - Part 1</title><content type='html'>Wow I haven updated for a month now... Time really flies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only 2 words to explain... Laziness &amp; Procrastination...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm well they both mean almost the same thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha so so many ple have been complaining as well as asking me how's life...&lt;br /&gt;Serious, I do get abit irritated at that question... I mean I've been here for almost 5 months... nothing is as fresh or as exciting (unless you are talking about the snow, which I'll touch on moments later). You know it's just like asking someone who has spent 23 years of his life in Singapore the same question... How wrong or right can it go? Well that is assuming nothing goes too wrong or nothing really bad happens in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so... Let me think of something(s) that will probably be interesting to my readers. Off hand I can only think of 3 or 4, which are not all exciting... Just some updates which are probably more worth mentioning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Montreal getaway during Thanksgiving... Nothing much but really nice architecture and buildings... Shopping is nice too, if you are loaded then no worries about shopping til you drop. So anyways the five of us squeezed in a really not up to standard room well you cant expect much from a budget hotel... that is if it's even a hotel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4482/824/1600/386255/P3250021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4482/824/320/227041/P3250021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Olympic Stadium....&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 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4482/824/1600/135295/DSCN1069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4482/824/320/985826/DSCN1069.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five of us... Think almost 15 of us went but we didn't really see each other... Since we had our own plans..&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;What a beautiful Church Notre Dame                     Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4482/824/1600/772937/P3260066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4482/824/320/543689/P3260066.jpg" alt="" 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;Nightview at The Observatory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4482/824/1600/438315/P3260122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4482/824/320/635201/P3260122.jpg" alt="" 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;It was Ben &amp; Jerry's on the way back! We went for a guided tour to see the process of ice-cream making and had free samples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4482/824/1600/882301/IMG_4110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4482/824/320/40061/IMG_4110.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4482/824/1600/569926/P3270149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4482/824/320/717773/P3270149.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;OK I think that's about all for today... I know I only covered part one... But it'll take damn long to say everything that I need to! So so... there'll be more to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-116580963415789089?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/116580963415789089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=116580963415789089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/116580963415789089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/116580963415789089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/12/installation-from-us-part-1.html' title='Installation from US - Part 1'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-116319849946665755</id><published>2006-11-10T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:31:01.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewel</title><content type='html'>See that I have not been updating and that means I'm settling into the life here. &lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because when you move into a comfort zone, get too used to a mundane and routine life, there ain't any exciting moments or memorable events that are worth  documentating. And of cause, some that you might not wanna disclose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well except maybe for this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jewel's concert. &lt;br /&gt;The most simple yet sweetest concert I've been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An empty stage, except for 2 guitar racks (each with a guitar of cause), 2 amplifier, a mic on its stand, a little table draped in black cloth with a red cup and a pot of brightly coloured plant on it. &lt;br /&gt;Slightly left of the stage. Under the rim of the spot light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing fascinating, nothing elaborate. Unless you are talking about Jewel's vocal.&lt;br /&gt;Powerful, high ranging, sometimes sweet sometimes roaring. I can feel it pierce through my skin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the unless entertaining comments and stories behind most songs. Belting out in her familiar hits, and the never released. Each one musically re-arranged. That's what makes it worthwhile to attend a concert, otherwise you might as well sit on your couch at home and continuously run your CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd, so interactive. Whistles, claps, cheers, chants, song requests. So random. So spontaneous. And the standing ovation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all so different. In a concert hall, or an auditorium so steep. Yet so nourishing. Fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not forgetting in the comfort of a sweet company, immersed in the chorus of beautiful music. Who, soaked in the rain, and did a sprint. It just about wraps up everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-116319849946665755?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/116319849946665755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=116319849946665755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/116319849946665755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/116319849946665755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/11/jewel.html' title='Jewel'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-116242441478158010</id><published>2006-11-01T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T18:42:56.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And they have each other</title><content type='html'>The heart wrenched when it heard&lt;br /&gt;the words so dear...&lt;br /&gt;And told the eyes it's as difficult&lt;br /&gt;to hold back the tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love from half a globe away&lt;br /&gt;For the very first time it reveals&lt;br /&gt;The feelings buried deep&lt;br /&gt;The tears swallowed quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it's clear&lt;br /&gt;How much the heart misses each other&lt;br /&gt;weathering through time and space&lt;br /&gt;How the bond lies quietly within&lt;br /&gt;since the past 23 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="1" src="blank.gif" width="120" /&gt;With Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="1" src="blank.gif" width="130" /&gt;Dearest Sis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-116242441478158010?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/116242441478158010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=116242441478158010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/116242441478158010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/116242441478158010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-they-have-each-other.html' title='And they have each other'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-116195774390582441</id><published>2006-10-27T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T11:27:30.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Skeptic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's exhaustive to be&lt;br /&gt;tied down by the living &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img height="1" src="blank.gif" width="100" /&gt;and the dead &lt;div align="left"&gt;To know history could (would) repeat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;in a different situation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img height="1" src="blank.gif" width="18" /&gt;a different place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's pathetic to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;burdened by the uncertainty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img height="1" src="blank.gif" width="45" /&gt;What will and will not be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A trust misplaced so readily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Foreseeing a future diverge to nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What can I trust?&lt;br /&gt;What do I believe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-116195774390582441?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/116195774390582441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=116195774390582441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/116195774390582441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/116195774390582441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/10/skeptic.html' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOqXlbWf9Io" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-116174614581088159?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/116174614581088159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=116174614581088159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/116174614581088159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/116174614581088159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/10/bladding-sexy-moustache.html' title='The Bladding Sexy Moustache'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-116105809934953623</id><published>2006-10-17T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T00:08:19.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Would you rather be a clown who wears a huge smile in disguise everyday whom everyone surrounds, or a melancholic freak whom everyone shuns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 --- a passing thought while ironing and scalded&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-116105809934953623?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/116105809934953623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=116105809934953623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/116105809934953623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/116105809934953623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/10/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-116104815351508224</id><published>2006-10-16T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T21:22:33.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>同类</title><content type='html'>我想我们是同类&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;希望有人呵护　有人陪&lt;br /&gt;越是显得不在乎　越是疲惫&lt;br /&gt;习惯独处　却会觉得累&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许太努力生活　想看见一丝的美&lt;br /&gt;最后　剩下眼前一片漆黑&lt;br /&gt;还是走不出　为自己锁上的堡垒&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-116104815351508224?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/116104815351508224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=116104815351508224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/116104815351508224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/116104815351508224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='同类'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-116066718957520571</id><published>2006-10-12T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T11:38:26.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Punk</title><content type='html'>I had this gloating sensation inside me, when I heard of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough this doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I still think it's crap.&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I still think it's unfair.&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I'm still fuming over it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mistaken I'm fuming over the "truth" that I saw. Nothing personal.&lt;br /&gt;Although now indeed I see the core, what lies beneath. And I'm disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I was enlightened. What "weak" and "double standard" means.&lt;br /&gt;An illustration is so much clearer than what can be explained.&lt;br /&gt;Pea brained. It takes two hands to clap. Is this simple logic so hard to understand?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps there's another dictionary. The dictionary that's owned by the "extraordinary".&lt;br /&gt;Which seriously means "screwed" to me. Yes, only in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see the difference. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess both instances are explained differently. At least in &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;Which results in different reactions. But you know what, I think it's really trashy.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that something can be condoned and another not?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that something can be forgotten and forgiven yet another not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I don't see things the same way the "extraordinary' do.&lt;br /&gt;Reason being I'm normal. I'm logical. At least relatively.&lt;br /&gt;And I follow the &lt;em&gt;good old&lt;/em&gt; dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;And now, I have a better view. I won't see what I thought I saw in the same way anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I despise you.&lt;br /&gt;And it's not only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the good old dictionary:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;      punk (slang)- something or someone worthless or unimportant&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/10613414-116066718957520571?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/116066718957520571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=116066718957520571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/116066718957520571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/116066718957520571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/10/punk.html' title='Punk'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-116059448301686236</id><published>2006-10-11T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T15:30:57.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unknown</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had such a feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Where your mind was going through one thing and out of nowhere flashbacks of another came along? And unknowingly your thoughts wandered from point A to point B, without yourself knowing. And by the time you realise you are on another train of thoughts, you've scanned through each and every image time and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is this possible? What does it say? Or is your mind trying to tell you something? That your heart and mind never work together? That while your mind was set on a task, your heart drifted away, gained power and took control. Or does it imply that your brain is divided and at certain times, the part in hiding won the battle over another. Or perhaps something else has managed to creep into you, filling up the empty space, slowly over taking the space that was once occupied. All this, unconsciously. Slowly but surely... How creepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is happening? Why is this even happening? Until the day you become conscious, there's no explanation....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-116059448301686236?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/116059448301686236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=116059448301686236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/116059448301686236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/116059448301686236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/10/unknown.html' title='The Unknown'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-116020096111330371</id><published>2006-10-07T01:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T02:02:41.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Scribbling</title><content type='html'>A few degress below ten&lt;br /&gt;A night of still, slightly softened by the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Add the fade lantern lights, it's a bright night&lt;br /&gt;And it probably preferred not to be disturbed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon hanging high in the sky, looks further from where it usually is&lt;br /&gt;Its shadow almost touchable, playing catching with the ripples and tide&lt;br /&gt;Moving in all shapes and directions, unlike its obedient owner&lt;br /&gt;who stands alone, so stern and unreachable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind those beamy eyes, the surroundings blurred&lt;br /&gt;Rays emitting from the moon and lights of boats&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it still looks better when unclear&lt;br /&gt;It leaves more room for imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be quiet, don't break the silence&lt;br /&gt;It's too cold out there, get back&lt;br /&gt;You've seen it once and it gets imprinted&lt;br /&gt;Because it's beautiful yet not complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And we agree 外国的月亮真的比较圆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-116020096111330371?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/116020096111330371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=116020096111330371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/116020096111330371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/116020096111330371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/10/mental-scribbling_07.html' title='Mental Scribbling'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-116011048933243880</id><published>2006-10-05T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T08:18:28.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On A day of Fall</title><content type='html'>On a lighter note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My first self-baked Birthday cake =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;A strawberry cheescake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/IMG_2784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/400/IMG_2784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the Birthday Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;born in fall&lt;br /&gt;what an apt season&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grown up now.&lt;br /&gt;You may not know it, but the nice little gesture from you this morning made my day.&lt;br /&gt;It fought the potential gloomy clouds (no longer a threat) that came by in the day.&lt;br /&gt;And won the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/IMG_2788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/400/IMG_2788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The happy family &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-116011048933243880?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/116011048933243880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=116011048933243880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/116011048933243880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/116011048933243880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/10/on-day-of-fall.html' title='On A day of Fall'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-116008307106676248</id><published>2006-10-05T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T17:17:53.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Serendipity.&lt;br /&gt;Amazed by the serenity within me.&lt;br /&gt;How at ease I am with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it was all within expectation. When you see it coming, you'll probably be able to put yourself in better position when it strikes. Or perhaps it was long gone, I'm already beyond this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ironic, to see how certain things have taken a head start, a new life, a re-born and to see how things have come to an end, stalled, damaged beyond repair. Period. They call this the balance of life. These are but phases of life. They will pass. Somewhere, somehow. Some take a while longer, some just a breather. But it will end somehow. Seasons change, feelings fade, priorities shuffle. Nothing last forever. A tinge of grey, but that's how it is. A transition; when things end, something's gotta start. Yet it gets a bit confusing when both happen simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there's an expiry date to everything. The day it was given life, it is tagged with a date, a date that it will eventually come to an end. Don't misread, this date can be eternity. To me eternity is an expiry date. More often than not, the tag does not read eternity. Perhaps the only exception is memories. They last forever. And memories are beautiful, only because they are memories. When you lose something in reality, past images and events involving the lost become memories, like your childhood, your lost kin, a lost love. It's beautiful, because you know it will never happen again. If these are not lost, they will not build up into memories and once it's put into reality, it turns sour, it turns ugly. That's how reality is anyway. No what ifs, there should not be any extrapolation from memories. They should be packaged separately, so be it good or bad, they'll be beautiful anyhow. Yet again, expired things can become memories. What a contradiction. I'm going around in circles again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no. Because you have expired. Even though memories never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-116008307106676248?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/116008307106676248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=116008307106676248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/116008307106676248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/116008307106676248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/10/serendipity.html' title=''/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115984385028881767</id><published>2006-10-02T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T22:50:50.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Surprise</title><content type='html'>This came very late. I've been lazy, there're 101 things for me to do =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My adopted family. Dearest!&lt;br /&gt;Back: SC (putting on Wenyan's specs!), Wenyan&lt;br /&gt;Front from left: Ben, Lixuan, Me, SiewMin, Alexan(the man who had it planned!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/IMG_2509.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/400/IMG_2509.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and brownie cake (outta 2) baked our dear Mr. Lau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/IMG_2506.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/400/IMG_2506.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing some food guessing game. Made to taste &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Orh nee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/IMG_2502.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/400/IMG_2502.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful day ahead!&lt;br /&gt;かんばってね!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115984385028881767?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115984385028881767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115984385028881767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115984385028881767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115984385028881767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/10/surprise.html' title='The Surprise'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115973187610531779</id><published>2006-10-01T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T15:44:36.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams in reality</title><content type='html'>I think I know&lt;br /&gt;way more than I should know&lt;br /&gt;things which many don't wish me to know&lt;br /&gt;but a picture paint a thousand words&lt;br /&gt;I believe in what I see, only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;I woke up from a dream&lt;br /&gt;a real bad dream&lt;br /&gt;with so much familiarity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not cry in the day&lt;br /&gt;which is why I cry in my dream&lt;br /&gt;in my less than familiar bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those embarrassing moments&lt;br /&gt;only occurred in my dream&lt;br /&gt;that I was saved from, how timely it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two vicious slaps&lt;br /&gt;we gave each other caused we cared&lt;br /&gt;discreetly hoping, that we still have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then&lt;br /&gt;a call&lt;br /&gt;An awakening call&lt;br /&gt;a honeyed little message&lt;br /&gt;from a less familar soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dream, so abominable&lt;br /&gt;To words, so dulcet&lt;br /&gt;What a transition&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115973187610531779?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115973187610531779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115973187610531779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115973187610531779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115973187610531779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/10/dreams-in-reality.html' title='Dreams in reality'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115968789295708898</id><published>2006-10-01T02:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T03:31:33.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive</title><content type='html'>Had a long talk with Alexan 2 nights ago. Late into the night, when we both had to work the next day. And his blog which I just read, but decided not to disclose anyways, on a post sometime ago which involves me, made me rethink about myself. He's a deep one. And seeing him, I miss the old me, the one who used to think so much, read so much into everything I see or hear. I still do but not as much. And I'm feeling empty. It was tiring so I wanted to get myself out of the misery.Perhaps I've tried so hard not to think that I've slowly lost the ability to. And I don't like it. I love the fact that I can think, perhaps deeper than a normal person would. It may not be good, but it makes me feel alive. And I would never want to give up that ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is probably why, I can never understand simple and innocent people. People with a simple mind, who believes the world is beautiful, the world is fair. People who could never understand human nature. People who would never see the same light the way I see it. There's nothing wrong with them, they just don't see the world like I do. To them that is world, and so I shall not impose my thoughts and beliefs on them. But sometimes I wish I could let them see the harsh realities of life. Or perhaps I've seen too much, that I feel it'll happen to them sooner or later. Yet again, I might not have seen this much. These were all the thoughts and beliefs that I have made up, from what I do not know. Perhaps I just see the world in a darker shade than they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then again, I hate people who are perfect. People who are nice to everybody or try to be nice to everybody. People who offer help selflessly. People who put others before oneself. People who think everyone is nice. People who for countless times, tell me to do the right things. Perfect to such an extent that I don't believe it's true. No one is perfect and can be perfect. This is just so unreal.  Everyone has their selfish side, there must be a flaw somewhere. I feel like tearing away the facade and reveal the real them. Yet again, I could be jealous of people like that, perhaps because I know I can never be you. The perfect you. Perhaps such people do exist, but I chose to to believe in the imperfections in me that I can never see the real perfection in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be what I am now. I want the old self back. I want to indulge, in what I believe is true. I want to enjoy, the indulgence I used to enjoy. I want to relive, the moments I used to live. I don't like the person I see in myself now. Perhaps if I could think as much as I used to, I would not have made the mistakes I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to turn weak. I want my ability back. I want to think. I want to feel alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115968789295708898?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115968789295708898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115968789295708898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115968789295708898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115968789295708898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/10/alive.html' title='Alive'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115958215304441256</id><published>2006-09-29T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T02:37:53.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Basking in Love</title><content type='html'>I feel Loved&lt;br /&gt;I feel Blessed&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's just by friends&lt;br /&gt;I can survive alone on that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I ask for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with friends who are steps away from me&lt;br /&gt;              who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my birthday&lt;br /&gt;plan my birhday surprises&lt;br /&gt;work on my gifts for one week every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when sick&lt;br /&gt;come to my bed with a glass of warm water&lt;br /&gt;warn me not to wander around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when down&lt;br /&gt;give me hugs&lt;br /&gt;shoulder that allows me to lie on&lt;br /&gt;listen to my stories and complains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when in pain&lt;br /&gt;hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;give me massages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when bored&lt;br /&gt;entertain me&lt;br /&gt;make merry with me&lt;br /&gt;snap pictures of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when hurt&lt;br /&gt;check the hospitals and insurance&lt;br /&gt;force me to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;to get my hand treated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when daily&lt;br /&gt;take care of me&lt;br /&gt;afraid I'll aggravate the injury&lt;br /&gt;on the wall, and in the wallet (oops haha)&lt;br /&gt;put up photos of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when happy&lt;br /&gt;they are the reason&lt;br /&gt;that makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and friends miles away, but hearts feel close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when in doubt&lt;br /&gt;reads me like a open book&lt;br /&gt;give me the best advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when in need&lt;br /&gt;give me a piece of mind&lt;br /&gt;listen to my heartaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when restless&lt;br /&gt;talk with me til the wee hours&lt;br /&gt;bitch about the countless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my birthday&lt;br /&gt;send their wishes&lt;br /&gt;and the parcels&lt;br /&gt;they remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were there when I needed them the most&lt;br /&gt;not anyone else&lt;br /&gt;not anyone whom I thought I needed most&lt;br /&gt;To be loved by many is way more fortunate to be unloved by one&lt;br /&gt;To be cherished by many is way more fortunate to be not cherished by one&lt;br /&gt;I will never feel alone&lt;br /&gt;with the care and love showered upon me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/meWgoodies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/meWgoodies.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the parcels! Thanks soooo much!! N me in my wrist support. It's diagnosed as traumatic tendonitis. The support looks cool, but with the metal it's basically immobile. When I'm out ple give me a second look, they probably think I'm acting cool. Looks like some cos-play and pro bowler, so my housemates say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I'm gulity cos I haven been uploading pics! that can wait...~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115958215304441256?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115958215304441256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115958215304441256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115958215304441256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115958215304441256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/09/basking-in-love.html' title='Basking in Love'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115945687289851142</id><published>2006-09-28T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T11:21:12.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In reply</title><content type='html'>Time to put things into place&lt;br /&gt;to return what should be in pace&lt;br /&gt;The little one needed it more&lt;br /&gt;who actually had it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pages not yet torn&lt;br /&gt;sitting in place it calls&lt;br /&gt;Needed a little lore &lt;br /&gt;to launch everything in store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the days of yore&lt;br /&gt;The bigger one didn't score&lt;br /&gt;been too much of a chore&lt;br /&gt;thus made it obscure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There won't be anymore&lt;br /&gt;forget about the gone&lt;br /&gt;The little one, set forth&lt;br /&gt;'re still the core&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115945687289851142?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115945687289851142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115945687289851142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115945687289851142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115945687289851142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-reply.html' title='In reply'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115938388051266714</id><published>2006-09-27T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T15:07:28.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Words when Drunk</title><content type='html'>They may be more truthful, they may b less truthful......&lt;br /&gt;but e words that someone says when the person is drunk is to get wat e person wants.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your self-preservation instincts are what you shud follow........ "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115938388051266714?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115938388051266714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115938388051266714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115938388051266714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115938388051266714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/09/words-when-drunk.html' title='Words when Drunk'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115928309002826020</id><published>2006-09-26T09:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T11:04:50.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How it is</title><content type='html'>How beautiful it was&lt;br /&gt;to watch the dark sky&lt;br /&gt;Stars shimmering aplenty&lt;br /&gt;more than pebbles by the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nostalgic it was&lt;br /&gt;to long for that presence&lt;br /&gt;By this beautiful scene&lt;br /&gt;One that will never be seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ironic it is&lt;br /&gt;to wake up the next morning&lt;br /&gt;and face the reality&lt;br /&gt;Bottom of the scale, still struggling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweet it is&lt;br /&gt;to smell the flour and egg beat&lt;br /&gt;efforts by the heat&lt;br /&gt;Delivered, but not to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad it is&lt;br /&gt;to know more than need&lt;br /&gt;truths that were buried&lt;br /&gt;Crude, still igorance it beats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bewildering it is&lt;br /&gt;to hear the words of slip&lt;br /&gt;yet to witness actions&lt;br /&gt;that doesn't quite tally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tragic it is&lt;br /&gt;to hold on to a broken dream&lt;br /&gt;Cracks from deep within&lt;br /&gt;Still never regretting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115928309002826020?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115928309002826020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115928309002826020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115928309002826020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115928309002826020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-it-is.html' title='How it is'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115904486080602134</id><published>2006-09-23T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T00:01:35.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/insert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 595px; height: 394px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/400/insert.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A heart felt warm surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks my mate for making the day a special one.&lt;br /&gt;For remembering.&lt;br /&gt;For making an effort.&lt;br /&gt;For all the coordination.&lt;br /&gt;For withstanding the chill.&lt;br /&gt;For putting this together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel blessed.&lt;br /&gt;Even when I am so far away&lt;br /&gt;from where I belong, from the people I belong.&lt;br /&gt;I do not deny, I would have preferred to be there.&lt;br /&gt;There, where things would have been different.&lt;br /&gt;The past celebrations were always within expectations,&lt;br /&gt;but when things you take for granted aren't granted,&lt;br /&gt;you begin to miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, I can't ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;For this was the best I could ever wish for.&lt;br /&gt;My loving housemates,&lt;br /&gt;and efforts from the others who cared.&lt;br /&gt;It must have been difficult,&lt;br /&gt;To keep it under wraps,&lt;br /&gt;for we see each other almost 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the hand made card&lt;br /&gt;the well drawn portrait&lt;br /&gt;(it was the person in the portrait that didn't look good)&lt;br /&gt;the hand written well wishes&lt;br /&gt;the lovely poem&lt;br /&gt;the sweetly baked brownie cakes&lt;br /&gt;the thoughtful orh nee (yam paste)&lt;br /&gt;the nicely fitted jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must have been devasted&lt;br /&gt;when I walked into your room&lt;br /&gt;while you were working on my silhouette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must have felt denied&lt;br /&gt;when I didn't understand why&lt;br /&gt;while you kept trying to desuade me of the purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must have felt aghast&lt;br /&gt;when I kept questioning&lt;br /&gt;while we walked past another of our car in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must have felt disgruntled&lt;br /&gt;when I commented on the drawing&lt;br /&gt;while you took pains to draw only someone special&lt;br /&gt;(And I have to repeat it's the person in the portrait that I meant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must have felt beaten&lt;br /&gt;when I recognised the jackets&lt;br /&gt;while I was supposed to be lead away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still came as a surprise,&lt;br /&gt;eventhough I knew something along the way&lt;br /&gt;from the weird behaviour&lt;br /&gt;from the suspicious questions&lt;br /&gt;from the reflective window pane&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't guess what and how it was&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be out of my imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting for my anger&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting for my disappointment&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting for my tears&lt;br /&gt;They didn't realise&lt;br /&gt;Cos some things are best left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;Not even to be put in action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I thank you&lt;br /&gt;The many of you&lt;br /&gt;As long as I know how you feel&lt;br /&gt;As long as you know how I feel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115904486080602134?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115904486080602134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115904486080602134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115904486080602134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115904486080602134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/09/surprise.html' title='Surprise'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115881278451378569</id><published>2006-09-21T00:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T10:47:45.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;To be able to smile and tell (everyone) this, I have, at least, cried 1 litre of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;Work like you don't need the money&lt;br /&gt;Dance like no one is watching&lt;br /&gt;Sing like no one is listening&lt;br /&gt;Love like you've never been hurt&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Live life every day as if it were your last&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/10613414-115881278451378569?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115881278451378569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115881278451378569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115881278451378569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115881278451378569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/09/words-of-tears.html' title='Words of Tears'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115863825229168438</id><published>2006-09-18T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T00:24:58.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the cure?</title><content type='html'>This is not good.&lt;br /&gt;My health is taking a toil on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My housemates played a prank on me and accidentally injured me. Yes my right wrist again. I guess it's bcos it's still painful that's why when they were abit rough it hurts more. Basically I was grabbed and pulled on my limbs (yes my wrist). So it hurts like hell basically. Wasn't as bad as I just sustained the injury but it was still painful. Tried to heed advice and rub ice on it. Worse! Coldness made it hurt badly. Could feel the cold somehow seep in through the skin haha and it got much worse. So can't do anything about it. Can't really rotate it again! Damn... I probably need to visit some hospital here get an X-ray or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apart from my 101 bruises and injuries, my body is falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling perpertually bloated. My stomach feels like a balloon with all the gas churning. Never used to have a problem with constipation back in the country except when I was in Thailand haha. I'm just so used to having diarrhea. This is just killing me. Just dun feel good. My doc did tell me that my condition of IBS (Irritable Bowel Syndrome) could cause diarrhea and constipation. But it was forever the former. Stress and anxiety could aggrevate it. Well well... And things can't be any worse, vomitted twice in 3 days. And it's alot of vomit. I know I can vomit alot. But ya, this is not right. Vomitting after meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the water?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the diet?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the climate?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the anxiety?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the stress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;And the things happening ard me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115863825229168438?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115863825229168438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115863825229168438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115863825229168438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115863825229168438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-is-cure.html' title='What is the cure?'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115836942896003920</id><published>2006-09-15T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T21:17:09.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>晓得</title><content type='html'>晓得&lt;br /&gt;打从第一天&lt;br /&gt;你所有眷恋与依恋&lt;br /&gt;逃避的原来是我&lt;br /&gt;不肯面对　你最真的想念&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;晓得&lt;br /&gt;曾付出过的&lt;br /&gt;或许不是你想要的&lt;br /&gt;不会再要求什么&lt;br /&gt;静悄悄的　就这样等待着&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;晓得&lt;br /&gt;不该烦你了&lt;br /&gt;要作个旁观者&lt;br /&gt;只会听你说着&lt;br /&gt;给予意见　是错误的选择&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;晓得&lt;br /&gt;不扰乱你了&lt;br /&gt;你现在的迷惘&lt;br /&gt;我却帮不上忙&lt;br /&gt;无能为力　最无助的彷徨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;晓得&lt;br /&gt;是他教我的&lt;br /&gt;应该给你时间&lt;br /&gt;你私人的空间&lt;br /&gt;当需要时　才出现在身边&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        －－傻瓜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(view in Unicode)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115836942896003920?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115836942896003920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115836942896003920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115836942896003920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115836942896003920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_16.html' title='晓得'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115832731103458477</id><published>2006-09-15T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T09:35:11.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Magic</title><content type='html'>When in doubt, feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When confused, take a step back from the confusion.&lt;br /&gt;Try to think from a third person's point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When making a choice, feel your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew it from Day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that what you have been through is never for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Everything in life has a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;It's your purpose to figure out what that purpose is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115832731103458477?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115832731103458477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115832731103458477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115832731103458477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115832731103458477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/09/words-of-magic.html' title='Words of Magic'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115824936653612586</id><published>2006-09-14T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:56:06.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrist</title><content type='html'>My stupid wrist hasn't healed. There's a hump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos when I rub it against something, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Cos when I press it, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Cos when I hit it against something, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Cos when I try to bend my wrist to near a right angle, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Cos when someone accidentally hit or hold my wrist, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Cos when it's hit or pressed, it gets bruised almost immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to press against it when I sleep. Twice.&lt;br /&gt;And I have to get hit by the revolving handle of those huge cupboards on rollers for storing documents. The handle was revolving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I don't wanna see a doc. I dunno where to look for one.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am unwilling to spend on the consultation. I dunno who to consult.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I don't care about myself. I dunno why, injuries just happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't scold me ok, for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll go back and consult one, if you wanna bring me to one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115824936653612586?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115824936653612586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115824936653612586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115824936653612586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115824936653612586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/09/wrist.html' title='Wrist'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115815944256056116</id><published>2006-09-13T10:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T11:06:24.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>With Many Thanks</title><content type='html'>Got home yesterday after some free booze at a company function and guess what I received a package! With an autographed album of Jiaxin and 2 birthday cards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks sweetie! I know you are the one who put them all together. And thanks for the album! I'll collect my poster in due time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coincidental how I was just listening to Jiaxin's album online yesterday and got the album on that very evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coincidental how I was telling Lixuan that I'll probably hide in my room and cry for one day if I never received anything from Singapore for my birthday and got a package from you that very evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the S45 folks for the card. Keep in touch! And I'll meet up with ya guys when I'm back in Feb! Miss the FREE clubbing and drinks hahaha! n Mkt 85!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115815944256056116?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115815944256056116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115815944256056116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115815944256056116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115815944256056116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/09/with-many-thanks.html' title='With Many Thanks'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115808868317210516</id><published>2006-09-12T15:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T15:18:03.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>原来</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;街灯绊住我眼前 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;下一步  拉长的影子 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;嘲弄的回顾 电话亭&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;仍留着你的话 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;一句话掉一滴泪 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;今晚的我  会是如何入睡 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;原来最疼痛的表情竟是没有情绪  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;原来最残忍的画面可以甜言蜜语 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我不懂得如何更爱你  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;影子讽刺地 跟着我难分难离 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;原来最孤单的是我还是那么想你 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;原来最悲哀的是我不能面对自己 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;你 收的干净 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我也会 不留一点痕迹 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;说故事也要像是真的 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;可是别触动那些回忆 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;今夜你说了最后一句 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;一句话 掉一滴泪 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;看来今晚的我 很难入睡 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                                    -- JJ, nice song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115808868317210516?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115808868317210516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115808868317210516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115808868317210516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115808868317210516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_115808868317210516.html' title='原来'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115808092699490622</id><published>2006-09-12T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T13:08:47.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just amazing to hear a good fren's album, I mean my friend actually owns an album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The then Jiaxin/Kayan has now evolved to a up and coming newbie in HK, well recieved and new face for many adverts. Better known as Yong-er (Weng Yi in canto) or Vincy now. Great to know she's doing very well now! The next Joey Yeung to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks sweetie for bringing the album back all the way from Hong Kong, with her autograph and poster! Quick link to her new album, &lt;a href="http://www.haoting.com/musiclist/ht_9a5a8d41864b4229.htm"&gt;Gan Ying &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best gal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115808092699490622?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115808092699490622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115808092699490622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115808092699490622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115808092699490622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-amazing-to-hear-good-frens-album.html' title=''/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115798436971655461</id><published>2006-09-11T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T10:19:29.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind Drinking</title><content type='html'>A second attempt to White Mountains was a failure. It was boring, it was tiring, it was raining. We barely climbed, after a 2 hour drive there. Backtracked down the slope. Didn't felt like climbing I guess, drove further to do some shopping. Thunderstorm. The weather forcast was damn accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinking session that night went pretty well. Everyone drank alot, but I didn't. Not enuf to make me that high. The guys' head were spinning, one were slurring. And she was lying around everywhere. Perhaps we did things we shouldn't but it was a good chance to get everyone talking, things we might not share when we were sober. Worried that the relationship might fail, showed he was trying to make an effort, how he proclaimed his love for her and the story of the puppy that was repeated thrice. Things that he didn't remember the next day, how her door was left opened the entire night, and the other 2 with a hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were debating, or discussing rather on how the other halfs or friends would say, that which side feels better: the one who is in the foreign country or the one left behind. The one in the foreign country would tell e one left behind that he/she still has friends, family and all the familiar things in his/her life, people and things to fall back on. The one left behind would tell the one in the foreign country that he/she has a new life, new experiences, new excitement, so much so that may change him/her and may soon have no time for him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can verify. Nothing can be done. Cos when you are apart, you are apart. It takes two hands to clap, it takes both parties to make effort. You may not think the other party is making any effort, but he/she may be trying in his/her own ways you fail to see. If only the complaining and negative thoughts exist, things are bound to fall apart. Someday, somehow. It cannot be compared anyways, who is to say it's unfair? You will feel the way you feel when you are in that position, you will never know how the other party feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No guessing games, but try to keep everything together, isn't it a better solution? Things can be simplified, can be made complicated. Not that no one should complain, not that no one should be negative. But how much is enough? It boils down to the individual, no one knows what the future holds. Who can be sure?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115798436971655461?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115798436971655461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115798436971655461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115798436971655461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115798436971655461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/09/behind-drinking.html' title='Behind Drinking'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115767833244609863</id><published>2006-09-07T21:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T23:27:53.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>This is a late post. The past wkend was a long one, since Mon was Labour Day and hence a public hols. So despite all the hype and enthusiasm about New York, Niagara Falls and Toronto, none was realised. But we made it to the White Mountains. And we conquered the most difficult one (oh well we almost did), Mount Washington! Took us 6.5hrs to clumb up and down the mountain. We weren't correctly geared or equipped. The other hikers even had some kinda tools (tt looks like it's for skiing) to help them climb. My legs were soooo suan for the next 2 days! But I was pretty proud I was one of the 2 gals who managed to go up there and yet pretty quick haha. I guess it helps that I wasn't afraid of heights. So I see stone, I grab and up I go lol. It's pretty steep and we did have some "dangerous" encounters along the way. And guess what we're returning this wkend to conquer another mountain. Yes there's a range there and it's a real good workout! My legs were so tired and "sour" I had to put in extra effort to climb up and down the stairs at home! It was really bad on the day we returned, I wanted a massage badly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/Picture%20034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/Picture%20034.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/P1010183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/P1010183.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stealing time to take some shots in between. Was still energetic, only climbed for an hr or so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/DSCF0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/DSCF0059.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First 2 to go up there, and spotted the big boulder! Nice for posing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/P1010214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/P1010214.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Halfway up there, still surviving, only me &amp; CK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/Picture%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/Picture%20043.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taken down there.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/Picture%20119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/Picture%20119.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the few who made it up there!! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So after a day's rest, Mon was to Kennebunkport, an arty farty place! Nothing much but jus nice scenery....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/P1030226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/P1030226.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/DSCN0336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/DSCN0336.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Priest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/DSCN0337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/DSCN0337.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Exchange of Vows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/P1030240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/P1030240.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the Ice Cream!&lt;br /&gt;Ben &amp; Jerry's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;White Mountains here we come AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115767833244609863?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115767833244609863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115767833244609863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115767833244609863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115767833244609863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/09/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115731663892174601</id><published>2006-09-03T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T16:50:39.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/melisbee4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/400/melisbee4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Dearie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't smooth going. But at least we stand by each other. Can't believe how much of coincidence this is and everything that had happened. Even you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you&lt;br /&gt;Momo2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115731663892174601?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115731663892174601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115731663892174601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115731663892174601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115731663892174601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/09/for-you.html' title='For You'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115717512845710692</id><published>2006-09-02T01:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T01:58:07.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>你快乐吗</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; 谁都没权利要求你离开他&lt;br /&gt;即使他总让你伤心牵挂&lt;br /&gt;我只能在你身边听你说说话&lt;br /&gt;听你说着他泪如雨下&lt;br /&gt;跟自己挣扎&lt;br /&gt;其实很多人&lt;br /&gt;都爱得很傻&lt;br /&gt;天真的守著&lt;br /&gt;相爱承诺的话&lt;br /&gt;不问自己快乐吗&lt;br /&gt;只是一昧爱他&lt;br /&gt;直到黯然心碎&lt;br /&gt;才知心乱如麻&lt;br /&gt;我想这就是所谓爱的代价&lt;br /&gt;没有人多潇洒&lt;br /&gt;爱好像燃烧的火花&lt;br /&gt;会随时间升华&lt;br /&gt;我想这就是所谓爱的代价&lt;br /&gt;你不必逼自己离开他&lt;br /&gt;别去管别人怎么看你&lt;br /&gt;说你是傻瓜&lt;br /&gt;问问你自己&lt;br /&gt;你快乐吗&lt;br /&gt;                              ~~Jolin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115717512845710692?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115717512845710692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115717512845710692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115717512845710692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115717512845710692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='你快乐吗'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115706890763550591</id><published>2006-08-31T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T23:36:00.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston &amp; Life</title><content type='html'>Was at Chinatown last wkend, yes it's almost an hour and a half away's drive from Kittery (where I live). Headed down to shop for chinese food and also to look for tour agencies to book tix to New York this coming long wk end. Apparently things didn't go according to plan, and we were a lil too slow. No cheap accomodation in New York and I tot it might be nicer to go during some other time like Christmas or something. Still not very sure where we're heading this wkend. Perhaps trekking on White Mountains or some other places I can't remember.... Just hope it's a fun wkend. Yes 3 days away from work! Not that work is tough or anything but it can get quite boring sometimes. Luckily my job scope is more of investigation which makes it slightly interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/Page_1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/400/Page_1.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some artistic snap shots n posed shots of me &amp; Lix. Not bad ah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/Page_2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/400/Page_2.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All e posed photos we took! In the alley, as couple, as director, shot dead, act cool.... everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/Page_3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/400/Page_3.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And ther you go, beautiful lightings and night view of Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life's boring here haha. I mean besides the weekend trips and gathering, that is. Normal days are just uninteresting seriously. Knock off at 4.30pm and it's either back home or grocery shopping. And back home it's either talking rubbish with my housemates or being a couch potato or typing away on my laptop. No night life... No nothing... Ok we did play pool tonight. Somehow it feels different, when I have my close friends around me, drinking, kopitiaming or whatever. How I wish I was at BB with the rest of you... I miss the times though short! Good thing I've got Lix in my life. That helps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115706890763550591?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115706890763550591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115706890763550591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115706890763550591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115706890763550591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/09/boston-life.html' title='Boston &amp; Life'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115682522273244571</id><published>2006-08-29T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T00:20:22.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/P1010144.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/400/P1010144.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it looks after the rub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna rub anymore!&lt;br /&gt;It's weird how it feels sudden sharp pain when it gets cold...&lt;br /&gt;Rheumatism was ruled out cos it would have felt painful before it gets cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was playing MSN game during work today til it felt painful again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to cough all over again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can be worse?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just bought a new Cam... tt's something to be happy about...&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my fingers crossed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115682522273244571?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115682522273244571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115682522273244571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115682522273244571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115682522273244571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/08/day-7.html' title='DAY 7'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115673876422719627</id><published>2006-08-28T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T00:19:24.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the house</title><content type='html'>My hand....&lt;br /&gt;Is there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;orh chey&lt;/span&gt; more obvious now?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/SSM10912.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/400/SSM10912.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/SSM10913.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/400/SSM10913.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexan's turn to gimme a rub with Zam Buk. And he insisted on using strength. Most painful ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house just had a couple of drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're high.&lt;br /&gt;Played stupid games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a new couch.&lt;br /&gt;It's sooo comfortable! Nice for nua-ing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got blanketed&lt;br /&gt;I was lifted by Lixuan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115673876422719627?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115673876422719627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115673876422719627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115673876422719627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115673876422719627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-house.html' title='In the house'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115673819561470505</id><published>2006-08-27T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T00:22:26.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lobster meal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/Page_2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/400/Page_2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/Page_1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/400/Page_1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lobster meal at Kittery. Nice and cheap! Was with House 206, as usual the people left before us! I am now the well known slow lobster eater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115673819561470505?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115673819561470505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115673819561470505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115673819561470505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115673819561470505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/08/lobster-meal.html' title='Lobster meal'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115665732538168489</id><published>2006-08-27T01:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T01:42:05.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Canobie Lake Park (19th Aug)</title><content type='html'>Just back from Boston...&lt;br /&gt;Damn tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something from Canobie Lake Park we visited last sunday.&lt;br /&gt;More nice photos from Boston to be up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Few of the rides. And we are chopped!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/400/Page_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/Page_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/400/Page_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the nice rides we took! Wet ride and the splash is amazing! We were trying to siam the splash while in the queue haha! See we're at the last row! The handle bar was quite far away, me and Lix felt like we'll fly out haha so we grabbed the guys beside us and interlock all our arms to make sure we dun fly out! But turn out we had to hold on to the bar cos even by interlocking we also felt like we'll fly out haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/Page_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/400/Page_3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See I was wearing different clothes! Cos it was so cold at night I had to wear Gim Teck's oversized t-shirt! Oh and the baby was sooo cute he couldn't stop smiling!! The giraffe is won by SC for Lixuan, named Bah Long Long. But here in US, we have to call it Long Long Bah. haha. Couldn't get my care bear though... sad!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and you see that picture we were sitting in a row? We were having a line massage while waiting for the fireworks! Folks there were staring at us lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now the highlight of the night... the fireworks! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magnificent&lt;/span&gt; is all I can say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/Page_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/400/Page_4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures &lt;a href="http://community.webshots.com/myphotos?action=viewAllPhotos&amp;albumID=553488314&amp;amp;security=eapzzN"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got clips of the fireworks too, if anyone wants it just lemme know.&lt;br /&gt;Alright and this coming wkend's gonna be a long one. Labor day! N yeah New York here I come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I feel v blessed now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115665732538168489?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115665732538168489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115665732538168489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115665732538168489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115665732538168489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/08/canobie-lake-park-19th-aug.html' title='Canobie Lake Park (19th Aug)'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115656893523852370</id><published>2006-08-26T01:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T02:14:38.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brace (added on)</title><content type='html'>I'm restless tonight. Very.&lt;br /&gt;And I dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;I need some entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SC just helped me rub my wrist with zam buk.&lt;br /&gt;It's so painful I had to bite my lips.&lt;br /&gt;The blue black will darken very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that means my wrist will recover soon.&lt;br /&gt;It's painful to hold the mouse for too long.&lt;br /&gt;It's painful to hold the iron when pressing clothes.&lt;br /&gt;And why does it feel itchy at times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the tally, the number has gone up to 8. (if you dunno wat this is refer to previous post)&lt;br /&gt;From the 8th person, whose story is most complicated and unexpected:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ya men are dumb and selfish pple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think they are love saints"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same old story.&lt;br /&gt;Guys don't wanna be unfair to the gals.&lt;br /&gt;But by doing what they deem right, is that being fair?&lt;br /&gt;And it's always one sided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tell me about it........&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115656893523852370?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115656893523852370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115656893523852370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115656893523852370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115656893523852370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/08/brace-added-on.html' title='Brace (added on)'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115653946512593791</id><published>2006-08-25T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T18:21:22.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/woman.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/woman.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird how I know of at least 7 people facing relationship problems.&lt;br /&gt;And from the conversations we had, phrases like this occurred most.&lt;br /&gt;1. Guys are bastard&lt;br /&gt;2. I dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all guys are bastards I must say, but.....&lt;br /&gt;If a guy chose to break up with u, and yet push all the blame to you, then it's not worth blaming yourself gal.&lt;br /&gt;If a guy doesn't appreciate and choose to be blinded by some gal "outta cheat him", then don't waste your time on him gal.&lt;br /&gt;If a guy holds your hand, but you are not sure if he should, don't let him gal.&lt;br /&gt;If a guy wants to be alone for now and you've got yourself outta this turmoil, hang in there gal.&lt;br /&gt;If a guy doesn't know if he wants you, yet holds on to you, don't let it go on for too long gal.&lt;br /&gt;If a guy has made the decision to let go of you and you are taking it in stride, you are strong gal.&lt;br /&gt;If a gal is attached and you aren't sure how she's feeling for you, don't take the risk dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, I received an email from SC in the office. With a sudden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Have you lost all faith in guys?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DS was just trying to tell me......&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a breakup can be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"it seems to be the right thing to do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What is right to you may not be right to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What is then the right thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quote from a sweet card dearie sent me.&lt;br /&gt;" Life may not be a bed of roses.&lt;br /&gt;It is also made up of many other colourful flowers! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I am one of the colourful flowers. Like you have been one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115653946512593791?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115653946512593791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115653946512593791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115653946512593791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115653946512593791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/08/brace.html' title='Brace'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115639140248830836</id><published>2006-08-23T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T23:50:02.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/SSM10900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/400/SSM10900.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/SSM10905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/400/SSM10905.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/SSM10907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/400/SSM10907.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My distorted hand, actually can't see the bruise from here. But you can see if u saw my hand haha. Maybe tilt your head a lil n you can see the blue black and the peel offs. I'm not gonna rub it cos it's painful when I touch it. The blueblack won't turn too black then haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115639140248830836?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115639140248830836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115639140248830836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115639140248830836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115639140248830836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/08/day-1.html' title='DAY 1'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115627071572402455</id><published>2006-08-22T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T14:18:35.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cos she had a bad day</title><content type='html'>Took a day off from work. Felt really terrible this morning. The headache that would never go away. Good thing it was Alexan's off day, took me to the company's health centre. He had to consult for his burns too. Waited for very long. And  guess what, the centre gave no prescription and no medication. They are there only to be consulted and they are probably not licensed to prescribe. So tell me what's the point of going there when I want medication? All they can offer is diagnosis of my symptoms which I already know. And turns out I might have to co-pay. Crap. The physician told me I should try to find out where are the doctors near by lest I dun get well and kept repeating there's nothing they can do. And that I should rest well and get some cough mixture for my cough, blah blah blah for my throat and XXX for my headache... Which I already know. So to all TAPs, no point going to Equinox when you're not feeling well. Go to some doc and at least u can claim from CDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst thing was the car punctured when we were about to head back home. Tried to change the tyre. The first time in our entire lives. Somehow the jack didnt hold in place and the car collapse. I was trying to put the tyre in and the car hit my wrist. It's so bloody pain it went numbed. And when I went to wash it, I black out, almost fainted. But was ok after that though handicapped on my right wrist. Managed to change the tyre and went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was still very painful and I just had to take pain killers to ease all the pain, my body ache (a feeling when you are sick), my headache which has been bugging me since yesterday and the&lt;br /&gt;pain on my wrist. Couldn't type or move much of my hand haha. But miraculously after the pain killer the pain went away and I can type!! Only some scratches, bruises and sore at the joint. Dun be guilty Alexan it wasn't ur fault(who's in my room trying my accessories again and playing nice MP3s)! Thanks for driving me to Equinox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel so much better now. Gettin my voice back, though still feeling hot. Maybe cos I didn't have to work haha. Why do all bad things happen together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115627071572402455?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115627071572402455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115627071572402455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115627071572402455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115627071572402455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/08/cos-she-had-bad-day.html' title='Cos she had a bad day'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115621485013252205</id><published>2006-08-21T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T23:05:34.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth hurts but ignorance kills</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not so sure if I want to know anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perhaps I've already knew it all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not so sure what I can trust anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just a few weeks and a different story is told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not so sure if I can take it anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The truth behind the decision is more than I can bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's tiring to put up a strong front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought that would make you feel better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's tiring to pretend like nothing happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The thoughts and the images just float around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's tiring to hear you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all you had for me was feelings of the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've known you to be brutally honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but not to this extent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've known you to be indecisive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and when you turn otherwise it hurts dearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've known you to avoid thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet a few days of thinking iron out things that happened in months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's sad to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the times we had were but your mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's sad to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no matter how hard i try things cannot be changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's sad to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all you can say is sorry and thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything has fallen into place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I can tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how much you care for someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is worse than the recurring nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I was really that great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tell me why this decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If there were really so many problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tell me why this choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I should think for myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tell me why I have to accept this decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why does a large part of me still hope for a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even if the truth was so balantly delivered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why isit that I'm still trying to accomodate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the way you accomodate someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why can't I let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when I know there isn't abit of me in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see I was the silly one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinking things could be picked up where they were left off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see who gets the last laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after going around in circles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see it's retribution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after the many years it's pay back time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                                                                                            "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I pretended I'm glad you went away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; These four walls closin' more every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'm dying inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And nobody knows it but me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Like a clown I put on a show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The pain is real even if nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now I'm cryin' inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And nobody knows it but me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why didn't I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The things I needed to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; How could I let my angel get away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now my world is just a-tumblin' down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can see it so clearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But you're nowhere around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The nights are lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The days are so sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I just keep thinkin' about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The love that we had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'm missin' you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And nobody knows it but me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I carry a smile when I'm broken in two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now I'm nobody without someone like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm tremblin' inside, and nobody knows it but me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I lie awake, its a quarter past three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm screamin' at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; As if I thought you'd hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yeah my heart is callin' you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And nobody knows it but me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; How blue can I get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You could ask my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But like a jigsaw puzzle its been torn all apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A million words couldn't say just how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A million years from now you know I'll be lovin' you still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The nights are lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The days are so sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I just keep thinkin' about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The love that we had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'm missin' you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And nobody knows it but me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tomorrow mornin' I'm hittin' the dusty road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Gonna find you wherever, ever you might go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm gonna unload my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And hope you come back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Said when the nights are lonely...   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Now playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;                                                                                            Nobody knows it (but me) - Babyface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115621485013252205?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115621485013252205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115621485013252205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115621485013252205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115621485013252205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/08/truth-hurts-but-ignorance-kills.html' title='The truth hurts but ignorance kills'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115604590584993381</id><published>2006-08-19T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T23:51:45.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath</title><content type='html'>Think most of you misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;Post dated  Aug 16 was a repost from dear sista.&lt;br /&gt;So don't question me anything on that.&lt;br /&gt;Just found out that I'm not the only one in the grey area. Though mine was already sthg in the past. Nic, Lix n Bee, regardless of whether you are far away or just a few steps away, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent a day at Canobie Lake Park, a theme park actually.&lt;br /&gt;Rides were pretty ok, but our people were fun! The fireworks were magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;Will upload the pix soon. Once I get from the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired!! Physically. Emotionally unknown. Sick, finally beaten by the bug... How long it'll take to recover!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115604590584993381?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115604590584993381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115604590584993381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115604590584993381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115604590584993381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/08/aftermath.html' title='Aftermath'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115596823784867457</id><published>2006-08-19T01:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T02:17:17.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The prophet</title><content type='html'>Broken off from the spell finally.&lt;br /&gt;Completely or not it's unknown... yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more waiting for sms-es in bed.&lt;br /&gt;No more juggling of phones.&lt;br /&gt;No more waiting online but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;No more waiting for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's clear&lt;br /&gt;What's a promise&lt;br /&gt;What's a commitment&lt;br /&gt;The lack of it&lt;br /&gt;Makes this easier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be sympathised.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be comforted.&lt;br /&gt;Strong enough to handle.&lt;br /&gt;At least deemed so.&lt;br /&gt;The independent one.&lt;br /&gt;And not anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it can't work out,&lt;br /&gt;It has to come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Should feel glad.&lt;br /&gt;Should be relieved.&lt;br /&gt;The one thing being waited for.&lt;br /&gt;An answer.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of which way it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not feeling any emotions... yet.&lt;br /&gt;Not tears&lt;br /&gt;Not ache&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the heart is numbed.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the owner is numbing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Kinda adapted the template from u, sista! :D&lt;br /&gt;Big hugs to you, hope you are really fine too.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens, we have each other. But I hope it ends well for you.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully there's no mutual influence, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115596823784867457?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115596823784867457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115596823784867457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115596823784867457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115596823784867457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/08/prophet.html' title='The prophet'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115588124776809960</id><published>2006-08-18T01:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T02:07:27.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Serious</title><content type='html'>Finally! The bun soh tang aka rubbish bin is removed!&lt;br /&gt;And gas is here!  This means no more icy cold baths! And we can finally cook!&lt;br /&gt;Cooked for the past 3 days but just some simple fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so first week of work for me. One word to describe. BORING!! Everyone one of us were made to read the never ending SOPs (Standard Operating Procedure). ANd some doesn't even concern us! Different departments have different list of SOP to read and complete. But the common thing is that all of fell aslp while reading! That's why when we collected our labtops on tuesday, everyone was busy MSN-ing and emailing each other haha. Just to kill time. My supervisor (sup for short) was held up by some major urgent project and hence didn't have time for me. So I was kinda adopted by another sup and yah me and another gal were given the job to do FILING! As if it's not bad enough, we were made to file documents from the whole of last year to this year's to date. It doesn't help that the shelves were high up and no stools were around. The numbers on the files were kinda hidden and we had to like pull out each and everyone to check the number! And I'm talking about over 1000 documents to file! But well we managed to file 1.5 yrs worth of documents within 1.5 days. Pretty impressive I would say. But resulting in countless paper cuts and a sore neck. Arghh!! Today was much better though, my sup finally has time for me and passed me a stack of documents to go through, so that I know what urgent project she has been handling for the past week and thus able to get me involved in the updates. Oh did I mention I'm in the deviations department? Nvm, will share more on that when I have a very clear picture of what I do. I have better understanding of my role now but not totally haha. She mentioned she''ll start me off with some smaller scale cases just to get me familiarized. Sounds Great! And she's a beautiful nice lady, Lisa Ellen. Oh and the ple there just love my name! They say it's a v sweet name haha I'm known as Melis to them btw, there're like 1000 and 1 Melissas here. Who was the one who said Melis is common huh?? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for BBQ at Teck's house last sumday. Pretty fun I would say. Some pix to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/100_0546.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/100_0546.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/100_0546.0.jpg"&gt;This is so silly it's funny hahaha Teck &amp; Kelly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/100_0548.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/100_0548.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/100_0563.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/100_0563.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 2 drunkard housemates! Alexan and WY...&lt;br /&gt;Alexan has a fetish for my sunglasses and accessories! He comes into my room in a "drunk" state and wears them! Hah&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;The gals of 102, 103 and 206!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/100_0565.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/100_0565.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;I'm wearing Yiming's oversized pullover!!  We were playing frisbee when it got brrrr-y cold! Thanks to him! How come it doesn't look too big?? hmmm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/100_0559.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/100_0559.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I love this pic! Neighbours of Kittery! Must intro! Top 3 from left: Alexan, Ben And Gim Teck&lt;br /&gt;2nd row: Wenyan, Lixuan, me, Kelly, Jiahua, Wei Lin, Rachel and Siew Min&lt;br /&gt;Bottom row: Nicholas (aka SC), Yiming, Choo Kwang, Lau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought it was quite farnie someone looked himself outside his room haha. Knocked off the door knob but the lock is still intact and all his stuff are locked in. Poor thing! Bad of me yah... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting the theme park this sat! Roller coasters!! But no free fall!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115588124776809960?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115588124776809960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115588124776809960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115588124776809960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115588124776809960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/08/getting-serious.html' title='Getting Serious'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115569745255606206</id><published>2006-08-15T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T00:38:22.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To You</title><content type='html'>Here's a re-post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, August 15, 2006                                                                                                          aftermath &lt;p&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop asking me to stay.&lt;br /&gt;Stop asking me not to go.&lt;br /&gt;Stop asking me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop wrenching my heart with your words.&lt;br /&gt;Stop wrenching my heart with your smile.&lt;br /&gt;Stop wrenching my heart with your touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop because it hurts me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;3:59:00 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;      &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="head2"&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Monday, August 14, 2006                                                                                                                finally&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe because i can't think of anything better.&lt;br /&gt;maybe because i don't want to wait for u to come to a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows when that will be..&lt;br /&gt;who knows what that will be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know very well, there is someone else on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;i know very well, where this will lead to.&lt;br /&gt;i know very well, you know this very well too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe this is the best for u &amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's telling this is the right decision to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was hoping you'd prove them wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i was hoping you'd prove me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're right, i deserve better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly me.&lt;br /&gt;i've been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 years is a long time.&lt;br /&gt;i should have seen this coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, it's better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;3:40:00 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I did this without your permission... But i can't help it... Apt how apt... perhaps a change of numbers and everything falls into place. And Gal, I feel soo much for you. Really, I totally know you are feeling, and I guess you're right. You are one brave, strong gal. If only I was half as strong. Just why do strong ple have to go through this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're right. Some one has to come to a decision. This can't go on forever. Selfish or undecided, or even thoughtful? I dunno. But there's always a time frame. Perhaps it's the best and quickest way to end all misery. And I know both parties feel the pain. It's painful to make such a decision, so he chose not to, he didn't wanna hurt anyone. But he's unaware he has already hurt you in the very process. And you, coming to this decision, it hurts as much. A cruel and hard end might serve better than not getting any answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're really nice, you don't deserve this. And I hope you're getting on fine. We'll grow stronger together, even if we are already stronger. Many things going on in your life, it's not easy, it never was. And I've said, anyone who wants you gotta treasure you. But before that, you've gotta treasure yourself and I guess by making this decision, you treasure yourself more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the time outside Carl's, it's like a recurring nightmare.... It's about time. History should not repeat itself twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya &amp;amp; Miss ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115569745255606206?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115569745255606206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115569745255606206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115569745255606206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115569745255606206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-you.html' title='To You'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115548870248054041</id><published>2006-08-13T11:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T17:25:45.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Free or Die</title><content type='html'>All settled into my new house, nice and beautiful with other friends living in 2 other houses jus beside and opposite us. That explains why I have been suffering from aches and a sprained wrist.. Cos we play inter house frisbee and basketball! Not to forget abit of softball. I think the amount of exercise I did for the past week has exceeded what I ever did for the past few years altogether! It's fun to live close together but I hope there won't be any conflicts arising soon. Oops. But guys in our house can abit weird... they love pink and experience PMS from time to time. We chose pink for our shower curtains to differentiate the gals n guys toilet and ALexan was complaining that he wants pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here's my house&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/SSM10850.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/SSM10850.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Address:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103 Coastal Woods Circle&lt;br /&gt;Kittery, Maine&lt;br /&gt;USA 03904&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U guys can send me any food or items haha&lt;br /&gt;Can still sms me at my Hp and I also have a US line. Not very right to put it up here. Thinking of gettin the max online digital voice thou we already have one in the house provided by the guys but it doesnt seem too nice since they paid for it and I cant hog on to the line. Maybe I shud ask for one to shipped over... Dunno if one router works for 2 modem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the garage and that's my car! Ok not mine but our given car... Live free or die, Buy the car plate number!! Haha but pls send me sthg if u strike k....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/SSM10852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/SSM10852.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/SSM10866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/SSM10866.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a Nissan Sentra 1.8. I never thought I could handle such a big car cos I was driving a Getz back home. Now I know I can. But roads and parkings are much larger here so that makes things alot better, which also explains why my friends have been driving without licenses. The drivers here are generally more courteous and definitely more patient and willing to give way. you seldom hear car honks here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick view of my house and my room! Did I mention I love my room? It's a combination of lime green and blue colour theme. Look at the curtains! Everything hand picked and self designed. I was the one who hammered and put the shelf together! Even had to do considerable amount of sewing on the curtains. Cos it was hanging too long and I had to crop the top, fix it back together, so that it can fit my window and hence block out the sunlight totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was how my room looked while I was unpacking and things were in a differnt orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/SSM10872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/SSM10872.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. Tadah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/SSM10882.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/SSM10882.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/SSM10877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/SSM10877.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gathers at the curtain (right pic) are recycled from the part I cropped. Did abit of sewing to fix 2 pieces together so that the curtain can be held in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/SSM10887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/SSM10887.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/SSM10884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/SSM10884.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placed the shelf horizontally instead of vertically to fill up the empty spaces in my room. And lastly the mini table u see here, is actually my luggage, Covered it with my throw set and there you go! A mini table to put my snacks and stuff! I have matching bowl and cup too but they're now in the kitchen! And there the quilt cover, it's actually by coincidence, bought it back in S'pore and brought it over. Happened to fit the colour theme, well hey we did have good taste ya? hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice right?? How I wish I could have such a "designer's room" back home haha. Look at the blue waste paper basket now and the red one while I was unpacking! It's actually the same one Bought it (with most of the other furniture) from Ikea in Boston, I drove for almost 2.5 hours there! So I have to use it but a red basket in a blue-lime green room is too much of a mismatch and therefore I went to buy some cheap spray paint and sprayed it blue!! haha Oh I sprayed the frame of my standing mirror (not in the pic) blue too jus to match the whole team. Ok I know u'll say i'm troublesome but I'm gonna stay for 18mths so i don't mind doing some sewing or spraying! And that is to prove that I can sew too! And pretty well!! So anyone needs any advice on room deco? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/SSM10857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/SSM10857.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok this photo is jus to show that we transported our own mattress from one state to another (our home which is like a 10 min drive away). didnt take the pic with the mattress on top cos everyone else was already seated in the car before they could tie the mattress. I made 2 trips myself, excluding the other drivers. It's quite an experience driving on the highway with mattresses tied on top and the wind was blowing so hard that the top of the mattress kinda flipped up. The reason why we chose to deliver ourselves is cos it's cheap!! The transportation fee is ex and if we wanetd to buy in our own state (which is Maine) we had to pay taxes. The state we work in (Portsmouth) is tax free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright this last pic shows a huge dustbin right in front of our garage. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/dustbin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/dustbin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went home one night to discover this horrible, terrible looking dustbin, manifested with mosquitoes. That's how I got my bites! We have to pay and subscribe to some waste management to get our waste dumped reguarly. It's not like in Singapore where they go down the chute. And anyways this dumb company sent us a rubbish bin for industrail use when we are living in a residential area. We called them back asked them to remove it and replace with the small residential ones. A few days have passed and it's still lying right at our doorstep!! We call them everyday and they will tell us they'll collect it that very day and even asked for us to be patient! And you what, the MacDonald's here have smaller rubbsih bin than this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's not the end, we haven got our electricity and gas yet. We're basically living on the previous owner's electricity. Good for us. But they have already cut off the gas supply and gas is for the water heater and stove to work. So yup we have been bathing in ICY cold water for the past week. And I mean it when I say icy it's not like the cold water in Singapore! My hands turn white when I bathe in the ICY cold water here!! Again, we call and apply everyday but bcos we dun hv our social security number, we need to fax them 2 IDs for proof. Then it's either they did not receive our fax, or the fax is unclear. And when we call to check if they receive they would say they have alotta fax, they're busy and call back later. And if u do apply for it today, you can only know if it is successful tml after u call. That's how this thing kept dragging on for a week! Frustrated! On sales person would tell you one thing and the other tell you something else. Basically they don't know what they are supposed to know. so much for American Service! And yah my camera too! Even with the international warranty, I was told I have to go back to where I bought it else they cant send for repair! What rubbish! Better send it back to Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright starting work tml! And gg for a BBQ now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115548870248054041?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115548870248054041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115548870248054041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115548870248054041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115548870248054041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/08/live-free-or-die.html' title='Live Free or Die'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115492429601013183</id><published>2006-08-06T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T00:18:16.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Move In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/IMG_0687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/IMG_0687.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In my room...&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;Me n SC cleaning the windows. He's a Homie guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/IMG_0675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/IMG_0675.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&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;There you go.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. SpiderMan WY. vacuuming the cob web high in the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/IMG_0696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/IMG_0696.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;cleaning the toilet(s). 3 in all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/IMG_0698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/IMG_0698.jpg" alt="" 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;br /&gt;Locking up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/IMG_0661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/IMG_0661.jpg" alt="" 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;Some Snap Shots, I didn'y even know existed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/IMG_0589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/IMG_0589.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/IMG_0553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/IMG_0553.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/IMG_0588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/IMG_0588.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&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;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;Playing frisbee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/IMG_0595.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/IMG_0595.1.jpg" alt="" 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;More pix on my v beautiful house and v nice fun locing hse mates! Not to forget my blue cum lime green best combination room!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115492429601013183?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115492429601013183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115492429601013183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115492429601013183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115492429601013183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/08/move-in.html' title='The Move In'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115457854974532268</id><published>2006-08-02T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T01:41:39.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wandering days</title><content type='html'>Along the streets of Rockingham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/walking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/walking.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/me%20%26%20lix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/me%20%26%20lix.jpg" alt="" 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;                                                                                       My fellow housemate cum Teochew Clan                                                                                                                    member ~ Lixuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/stairs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/P7290108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/P7290108.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viewing apartment at New Market&lt;br /&gt;~ That's how narrow the stairway is, steep! Barely fit in. Don't say it's cos of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Low ceiling too! SC can reach it without any effort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/hsemates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/hsemates.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Hampton Beach ~ the guys insisted on watching some ongoing Miss Hampton Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My homies!! Part of the clan.&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 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/pads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/pads.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &amp; the PADS ~ they don't sell Whisper here! But something that looks very much like it.&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;Alright photos up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/40546914@N00/sets/72157594216613438/"&gt;Days In New Hampshire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/40546914@N00/sets/72157594216598930/"&gt;Leaving for New Hampshire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not all are up yet. In fact alot are not up yet. You know what happened to my cam... and others with my friends. Good news is my bro managed to find my camera receipt in my heap of rubbish and tahdah! with a scanned copy i'll be able to repair it!! Yeah Bro is the man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove up to boston today, and it's not just Boston! It takes only about an hour to get there but we were heading to South Boston to Ikea to get our stuff. So 2 cars went and I drove down. It's a 2.5 hr drive! Got one of the guys to drive back. Thanks SC! Glad the 7 us got stuff for our rooms except poor SC who didn't have a writing table cos the table top doesnt come in black and he doesnt want white. Can't believe me n lix has the same exact taste! We picked up everything in the same design and colour but luckily we settled for different colour theme in the end otherwsie both our rooms will look identical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/P7300119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/P7300119.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh and Wy mentioned that we'll get 7 small and 1 large photo frames to hang on the wall, a small one for the each of us to put our faces up and a large one for all the housemates together! Not a bad idea! Stil gotta get other stuff from Walmart. U can reali get everything under the sun here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a freaking 97 degree ferenheit today! which is 36 degree celsius. Yes the heat wave. It was warm the past couple of days but there was cool breeze. And just 2 days ago it suddenly turned slight cold and windy and we thought Autumn's approaching. But now it's sweat like hell! Great, that's where all my clothes can be "put into action" haha I don't really have many of those clothes for cold finer weather! Tired!! Gonna get the house keys tomorrow and home deco starts!! Can't help but feel excited!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115457854974532268?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115457854974532268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115457854974532268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115457854974532268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115457854974532268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/08/wandering-days.html' title='Wandering days'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115449849350478653</id><published>2006-08-02T00:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T02:01:33.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In New Hampshire</title><content type='html'>Haven blogged for awhile! I hope there's still people reading my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the past month has been pretty busy, meeting up with friends and i guess I went through alot too. Just glad to say that all's well and thanks to everyone who made an effort to meet up, asked me out etc. FOr those whom I didn't have a chance to meet, we'll always have a chance! Thanks to those who sent me off at the airport, it was a hell timing but u guys made e effort or isit abit forced? haha anyways I un alotta ple cant come cos they had to work or etc. Oh and to my dear family too!! Miss ya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights I'm now well settled in New Hampshire, US. Still residing in the hotel. It's a blast! Nice suite and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/P7280093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/P7280093.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drove from the very first day I reached here and yes Left hand drive isn't as difficult as everyone thought it might be. Pretty ok, just have to remind yourself to keep to the right side of the road. Drivers here are so polite and patient. So no worries! I'm driving a 1.8 Nissan Sentra. A gold one! Car plate 8876. Des said it's his dad's previous car plate number. So must remember to buy 4D! Pls remit me some money if u do strike... Anyways the people here pump petrol on their own so I did myself too, for the very first time in my life after driving for so long! haha Well 3 persons are assigned to a car but we don't really bother that much about the arrangement, try to car pool usually. But well for mine, outta the 3 of us, 2 of us hold licence but one of the gal is a pretty new driver with little road experience so that makes her a lil jittery and that's why I drive. I'm pretty ok with that. Cos you really have to drive to be able to get around here in NH. No public transport, I was told you can only get taxis in town. But well now that we have 2 cars at the house I guess it'll be ablot easier since 3 outta 4 of the guys drive. But I do realise I do enjoy quite abit now, perhaps cos the roads aren't congested so it makes driving a pleasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many days of searching, finally found a nice house! We were almost dying cos we  were so scared we can't find a house when suddenly the guys found a house for rent. Many probs in between, shouldn't mention it since we've finally found a place we like and of cos fun loving house mates! My dear Lixuan!! And siewmin, together with SC, Ben, Alexan and Wenyan. So tthat makes up 3 gals and 4 guys. Just when you wonder how the 7 of us are gonna squeeze, this is a 3 storey house with a garage large enough for 4 cars with 5 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms! Very nicely done up but we gotta furnish it on our own though. Promise to take pics of the pretty house once we move in! Ready for some BBQ sessions (oh there's a porch to hold them!) and party time! Our direct next door nieghbour are also people from our program and there are also friends living in the house opposite so we can always stick around as much as we like. My house mates are a bunch of pretty fun people. I mean the guys are quite funny and we already had countless talk cock sessions at the hotel lobby area and dinner and games in the guy's room for dinner and watched Alexan play FEAR. And we've got to continue to search for furniture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/P7300110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/P7300110.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Been driving around but mainly for viewing of apartments and also places near by to shop for stuff. The furthest we went was prolly Hampton beach, I haven upload my pix and that's where my sad story comes in. Ok to start with, the webcam that I bought in Singapore somehow didn't work here. I just cant get it hooked on to my com, though it's Mac OS supported. So I had to buy another one of another brand of cos here. Now the webcam can be hooked up but it's still unstable somehow. That's not the end of the story. When we went to hampton beach, ok the guys insisted we go cos there was some Miss Hamptom Beach going on, I dropped my digital cam face down onto the sand while passing the bags back to the gals when they finished taking a shot. So I guess some sand particle got stuck somewhere and the lense cant close. The sand at the beach is damn fine. So after much frustration with the webcam, (I can't use it for days and I wanted to use it badly!), I had to face the issue with my camera! I brought along my international warranty but the shops here insisted that they have to have my proof of purchase (receipt) to send along for repair. There's really nothing I can do here. Checked with several stores.. I mean in Singapore we dun hv to kp receipts tog with the warranty right? So I'm contemplating if I shud send it back to Singapore and perhaps get a new one. I'm like spending money in the wrong way. I bot both my webcam and digital cam just a few days before I fly and I have to spend money again on things I've bought! How worse can this get.... Wat's gonna spoil next?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation week's gonna start next wk for one whole wk and then actual starts. There're definitely things to learn but I guess life is more relaxing here.... Good life now, trying to enjoy as much as I can while not gettin fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it'll be harder to chat once I start working cos the hours will be hard to coordinate. But people, kp in touch ya! Will update whn I'm not feeling so lazy ya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss ya! yes u!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115449849350478653?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115449849350478653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115449849350478653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115449849350478653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115449849350478653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-new-hampshire.html' title='In New Hampshire'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-115021677993982913</id><published>2006-06-13T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T12:48:47.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's hard to think of a title</title><content type='html'>I thought I should make an official announcement since not many people know about it. But seems like everyone around me already know. Words spread very fast. haha. Just for analogy, my whole office knew about my departure in like 1 day... And frens have started to msg me, even those I seldom keep in contact with... So anyways for those who still don't know, I'm be away to US for 1.5 years. And tenatively I'll be leaving mid july. The date's not fixed yet. I haven really start preparing, don't have to prepare much though but I need to get some stuff... Anyone wanna volunteer to accompany me? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot has happened recently, me and ple ard me... I just hope everyone gets stronger and I'll be with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something I find very nice, nice song nice mv, pretty lady and cute guy... I know... I've been watching alotta youtube.... But it's e best creation (since sliced bread) haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UcApDm6emxs"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UcApDm6emxs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the song playing on my blog too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-115021677993982913?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/115021677993982913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=115021677993982913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115021677993982913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/115021677993982913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-hard-to-think-of-title.html' title='It&apos;s hard to think of a title'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-114865402867289858</id><published>2006-05-26T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T10:33:48.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong Bus Uncle</title><content type='html'>Alrite here's the much talked about topic in Hong Kong these few days, was even featured in our local news. I guess it's on par with Tammy's video. This is quite funny lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it happened...&lt;br /&gt;With English and Chinese Subtitles somemore!!&lt;br /&gt;Uncle pressurized lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EsYRQkmVifg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EsYRQkmVifg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle's plight.....&lt;br /&gt;Uncle fight the police&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XI20X2IW47A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XI20X2IW47A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest part of all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r-O3KEL-yA0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r-O3KEL-yA0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is Creative Hongkies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-114865402867289858?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/114865402867289858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=114865402867289858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114865402867289858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114865402867289858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/05/hong-kong-bus-uncle.html' title='Hong Kong Bus Uncle'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-114796347521539616</id><published>2006-05-18T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T10:44:35.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Cute!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/yukitwo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/yukitwo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/yukithree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/yukithree.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/yukione.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/yukione.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has more Bandanas and Goggles than this. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-114796347521539616?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/114796347521539616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=114796347521539616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114796347521539616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114796347521539616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-cute.html' title='So Cute!!'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-114719496547331228</id><published>2006-05-09T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T09:57:18.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just the beginning</title><content type='html'>The GE2006 has come to an end, but letters and messages are still pouring into forums, both in the ST and online. Sorry to those who don't give a damn to politics, to your MPs, to your vote, I assume you are simply uninterested. You may wish to skip this entry altogether. Yes, I'm still not over it. Comeon after all you can't simply "move on" right? I've decided to give up on trying to inform people of what has been going on during the GE. Cos if you cannot be bothered why should I? But if you do not know the facts, don't pretend you know. If by this time you still dunno who is Jamez Gomez and about the "fixing" issue over "troublemakers", you probably slumbered the past 2 weeks away.  The election might have ended, but the impression has been created, the impact has been made, and I'm afraid much damage has been done. I'm not sure about you people, but me myself, I think I grew and learnt alot. I never thought I would be so involved in politics. With the loop-sided and limited information displayed by the media- on the newspaper and TV news, I am proud that I actually bothered to attend rallies and read up online so eventually I had a clear idea of who I really support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends like me, have become very interested and a friend even emailed his MP, while others emailed Mr LTK. Me for one, did. And all I can reveal is, MPs do read their mails haha. Having read today's Forum in ST and &lt;a href="http://commentarysingapore.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr Wang&lt;/a&gt;'s post, I realised that I had missed a point totally. It never occurred to me that PAP was trying to use the &lt;a href="http://commentarysingapore.blogspot.com/2006/05/straw-man.html"&gt;Straw Man Argument&lt;/a&gt; - that the PAP was trying to make it look as if the opposition is trying to overthrow the PAP and make themselves the government. But thinking back, about how the ruling party has claimed over the past few days that the people of Singapore are wise, had made the choice of a strong, good and trustworthy government, putting up a strong mandate, has made me understand why. It didn't occurred to me cos i didn't think the opposition was capable of doing that. As my friend had pointed out, the 3 opposition parties involved contested for 20, 20 and 7 seats respectively. Any one party was not even contesting for half or more of the seats in The Parliament. Therefore there was no case that the opposition party had a chance to be the ruling party. My guess is that the opposition knew they were not up to it. And it's quite clear they didn't have this intention. All they asked for was to have more opposition voices in  The Parliament. They are indeed in the renewal but definitely not established yet. It's a mind game the ruling party is trying to play, emphasizing the future at stake . Therefore I almost died laughing seeing such write in to the forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;May 9, 2006&lt;br /&gt;GENERAL ELECTION 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thanks to PAP victory, his family can sleep well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE general election is finally over and families like mine can sleep well again, knowing that the People's Action Party (PAP) has been returned to power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong and his team for receiving a strong mandate of 66.6 per cent of the popular vote ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven Cheong Thiam Hin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean you actually thought that was possible??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I read the LKY's speech or letter in the ST. "Please do not assume you can change governments, young people don't understand this." In the first place, why is it assumed that the young generation wants to change government? To want to have opposition voices in the Parliament does not equate to being revolting. I think most young people are sensible enough to know and be thankful of what the government has done for them thus far, otherwise it wouldn't be what it is like today. They are surely, not anti-PAP. On the other hand, the young people feel a need to have opposition in the parliament as a check and balance. After all, since the ruling party rules, why isit that they are so adamant to have a clean sweep? Is there a need for that? With competition, there comes improvement. Is there a need to wipe out all opposition?  Be it "fix" or "deal with", is there a need in the first place at all? It's disappointing to know that such idea even exist. The major issue should be working together for a better Singapore and not to think of how to eradicate the opposing views. And why assume that ALL oppositions are "troublemakers" who cannot contribute to the society, the parliament and the people? Why is it they are seen to be out to destroy Singapore? Now, who is the one who can't see the point? I really wonder. Why, in the first place, are there so many assumptions and conspiracy theories when they are not proven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The residents in Hougang and Potong Pasir, probably won't get any upgrade anytime soon (which probably means in the coming 5 years). It's not as if most of the residents care, otherwise they wouldn't have stuck firm to their choice. But it's not fair when everyone pay taxes and when this upgrading funds are actually contributed by the people, why is it that the opposition wards are denied the upgrade? Have you actually thought that instead of dangling this huge carrot which the residents eventually didn't bite, the ruling party might perhaps win more vote if they had offered to upgrade an opposition ward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that the serial number is written on the stubs of the voting slip if voting is really a secret? Why is it that the polling agent has to shout the names of the voter out loud? Why is it that the parties knew which community rooted for them most? Why is it that they know the young or old in certain areas gave strong support? Aren't all these supposed to be secret? Aren't voting supposed to be a secret? It's not supposed to a secret only among fellow Singaporeans but also between the government/parties and the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is there so much fear instilled? Why are there so many speculations? Note that these are not only questions raised by me but people from all over on ST and online. These questions  were never answered. And so if our questions were never addressed in the first place, how can we be assumed to be nonchalant about our society, our lives? Worse, assumed that we do not know what we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not conforming doesn't equate to creating havoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Why you say you tell me you dun wan tur kua when you never tell me you dun wan tur kua?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Why Why Why??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-114719496547331228?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/114719496547331228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=114719496547331228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114719496547331228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114719496547331228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-just-beginning.html' title='It&apos;s just the beginning'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-114700181014054115</id><published>2006-05-07T02:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T10:33:41.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons to learn</title><content type='html'>As kids, we were often told if were did certain things the way the adult wanted it, we'll be offered the carrot, and when we don't listen to them, we'll be punished. Yes it works, even with kids too. None enjoy punishment, espcially kids who are so readily intimidated once you start to threaten to stop them from having thier beloved snacks and fast food, from watching their favourite TV shows and to lock away their die-also-must-play gameboy and XBox. But adults should realise that the same trick does not work on kids as they grow older. They are now more knowledgeable. They have grown mentally, evolving to have a mind of their own, know what they want and what they don't want. They are not moved easily by the carrot, after all the carrot may not be what they desire and on the other hand, they are not afraid of punishment. In fact the more threats put into their face, the more rebellious they become. Yes, it may be true that deep down the kid still respect the adult and does agree with the adult in some way or another but just wanna defy the adult on purpose. But perhaps it's time for the adult to stop and think that he cannot control the kid forever. Perhaps what he has offered to the kid is inadequate. And the kid is now finding an alternate route to voice his dissatifaction. Perhaps, the kid really knows what he wants while the adult is adamant that the child doesn't know what's good for him. There is always a time to let go, definitely not a total let go, but e grip should not be as tight as it used to be. Of cos there will still be some kids who listen faithfully to everything the adult has to say, obey him fully for fear of punishment or perhaps is not knowledgeable (due to the lack of exposure??) to decide for himself. The important thing is when your kid disobey you, the adult should listen and tend to his needs, admit his mistake(if they had made any) and not come up with all sorts of reasons and excuses as to why your kid disobeys you. Also, offering the carrot to the kid who chose to listen to you isn't the right and only way to go about putting them in place, since afteall they are all your kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any competion, there has to be a loser and a winner. The only difference lies between a sore loser and a gracious loser. When a competitor wins, all he needs to do is simpy thank the crowd, his supporters and promise to work harder for greater support. It's never gracious to try to run down ur competitor for whatever reason, for after all a victory has already been secured. It is especially embarrassing when your competitor who lost can thank the crowd and even the winner graciously. And when the win is just marginal, you should not come up with reasons as to why you didn't win as much as you should but instead look into how you could have done better. Always compare yourself to a better competitor than a weak one. Looking at how you have improved comparing yourself to a weak competitor is no improvement. And especially when you are up against a weak competitor, you do not claim that you won by a large margin due to your capabilities and excellent performance. And lastly, when the win in't overhelming, you can't claim it to be, the spectators has eyes to see for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a fair competitor, you should avoid trying to win support by giving your spectators free breakfast and abalone porridge, dangling huge carrots. You should not tell your spectators that you have no time to train as you have wasted time on thinking on how to fix your opponent and buying support. You should not call your competitor names such as horses or donkeys or describe the competitor team as wayang. You should not claim that your competitor is a liar, has commited a crime when you have no evidence. You do not call your opponent a troublemaker when they have seriously, made no trouble. When your opponent insisted he pinned his number tag on his shirt but was not there, later to realise through the cctv that it is in his locker but have since apologized for the confusion caused, you should accept graciously and move on. You should not continue to ask for an explanation as to why he deliberately left the number tag in the locker. Anyway it's hard to prove the intention. And you mean you can detain him cos of that??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well to be fair, you have to remember to do everything you need to do on time before starting the race. And if you have lost terribly, concede defeat, don't deny the winner's victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Since they promise to deliver in the coming 5 years, so if everything is delivered as promised, all lifts are built, what do they still have to offer 5 years later? We shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-114700181014054115?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/114700181014054115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=114700181014054115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114700181014054115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114700181014054115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/05/lessons-to-learn.html' title='Lessons to learn'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-114685106354482370</id><published>2006-05-05T13:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T13:54:01.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>National Pledge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;We the citizens of Singapore,&lt;br /&gt;       pledge ourselves as one &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;united&lt;/span&gt; people,&lt;br /&gt;       regardless of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;race&lt;/span&gt;, language or religion,&lt;br /&gt;       to build a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;democratic&lt;/span&gt; society&lt;br /&gt;       based on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;justice&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;equality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       so as to achieve happiness, prosperity and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;         progress&lt;/span&gt; for our nation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;with Low @ Serangoon Stadium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-114685106354482370?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/114685106354482370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=114685106354482370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114685106354482370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114685106354482370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/05/national-pledge.html' title='National Pledge'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-114667343616793269</id><published>2006-05-03T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T12:59:21.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Vote</title><content type='html'>This is getting outta hand. The news have been showing WP's Gomez video every single day since the issue was brought up. Ot's simply being blown outta proportion. It may be a mistake on his part for not submitting the form (mind you, it's just a minority form, how will it affect anyways??), but I think there has been too much talk about it by the other party. Translating Gomez's action (or inaction) into a show, a scam, a theft and a even a crime is simply outrageous. How can you put two and two together and when there is no link at all? It's starting to backfire. No wonder I can see Ah Low's frustration when he exclaimed "pls lah!" and describing PAP as a naggy old woman who just won't stop harping on the issue. WP has said it all and too bad if people want Ah Low to explain again, I bet he won't want to become another naggy old woman! Pls lah... U think WP will remove/sack Gomez? That would only prove to people that they are afterall submissive to the other party and it would indirectly prove that Gomez is guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't these people spend more time on thinking about more impressive policies and come up with something that will benefit the people more? Rather than going on and on about something which is not of an issue at all(at least to me and most of the people I know)? It's indeed wise of WP to just shut up and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To state my point, I think it's best to quote &lt;a href="http://www.rockson.blogspot.com"&gt;Rockson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;But the PAP and the newspaper and TV all make him look like he rape his mother and sister and steal their money then go and take drug, and then fuck a dog, and then rob a bank and then kick a little girl until she die!!! What kind of fuck thing is this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please lah, gahmen got nothing better to whack is it? What national issue is this? They keep say the opposition never tackle national issue, now they themself got so much time to attack one blur fuck who submit form wrongly then never admit early enough."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First say Gomez not honest, then give analogy of him as a thief, next say he's a cheater, samore link his action to a crime. Got so serious or not??? What's next?? May Rockson can give a better prediction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fuck you understand?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So how now? Look for Low Thia Kiang the libary book borrow already never return is it? Never return libary book is mean he cannot be trust mah! Or tell Singaporean that Sylvia Lim last time she park car never put coupon, then the parking auntie come then she run out to put. Aiyo! See that woman also cannot trust!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck you understand?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For better understanding, the media showed some "pseudo polling cards" sent out by WP to the Joo Chiat residents with the residents' IC and addresses on it to actually ask for votes. First, if wanna blame, blame the election office lah! They sold the residents's name and particulars to WP. And who do you think "owns' the election office? Who should be held responsible then? And then if you are thinking only WP mail the "pseudo polling cards", then you are probably living in a walk-over GRC or one that probably the opposition will not win, cos this is when you don't receive from PAP. But if you are staying in a fiercely contested area, you'll receive from both parties! Oh but the news only shows WP's "despicable acts" lah, of cos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of ple have been pretty puzzled why I am so interested in this political issue. Simply cos it's interesting! I just can't understand how some people can not even know which GRC they are in, which MPs and parties are in contest, and especially when they are going to vote. U mean you are going to vote blindly? I&lt;br /&gt;f you had been to the rallies, it's even better! Like on &lt;a href="http://singaporeelection.blogspot.com/"&gt;SingaporeElections&lt;/a&gt;, it says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Singapore, You're being Oppressed!&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the TV, Dump the Straits Times, Come to Rally!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting to hear them talk in dialects, with Ah Low singing his Teochew tune&lt;br /&gt;"天上一只鹅，政府赚钱人民没"&lt;br /&gt;It ryhmes in Teochew. It means "there's a goose in the sky, the government earns but the people doesn't" In Teochew, goose sounds like Goh. Yup you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then listen to Ah Goh's rebutt&lt;br /&gt;"新加坡有一条龙，政府赚钱给人民"&lt;br /&gt;It ryhmes in Hokkien, meaning "there's a dragon in Singapore, the government earns money and gives to the people" Ok so you should know who dragon refers to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been to the WP Rally, at Hougang. An estimated 20,ooo attended. From what I saw from my very own eyes, it's probably more. It was damn congested! Jam from very far away, cars cant move around the vicinity and no parking lots left!! It's probably more than any of the free concerts I ever attended! Here's some pix from &lt;a href="http://www.sgrally.blogspot.com/"&gt;SG Rally&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3307/2214/1600/pic-581b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3307/2214/1600/pic-581b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3307/2214/1600/pic-581b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3307/2214/1600/docDownload.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3307/2214/1600/docDownload.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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3307/2214/1600/pic-581b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3307/2214/1600/pic-581b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3307/2214/1600/pic-581b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3307/2214/1600/pic-581b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please not comments : Photo taken by Yawning Bread at WP rally, Hougang, 30th April 2006.&lt;a href="http://www.yawningbread.org/arch_2006/yax-581.htm"&gt;Field report by Yawning Bread here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And that's only the central part of the crowd. The swarm was wider than my widest lens."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See I nv bluff you!! Really alotta ple... Captured on my HP...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;On the tree....(Look hard for the centre of the pix with a faint red circle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;On all levels of the multi story carpark (it's not very clear due to the strong lightings)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/Image(195).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="137" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/Image%28195%29.1.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;On every level of this HDB Block beside the field! It's not the only one packed. Can't even attempt to get into the lift! Too many peopl crowding...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/Image(193).2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/Image%28193%29.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/Image(191).3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some smart ass even made Home made barley and sold each miserable plastic cup for 1 buck each!!! Good mind for making business...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/Image(194).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/Image%28194%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People leaving towards the end...This is walking away from the main crowd. There are still 10s of thousand of ple left... Oh wait a moment, does it kinda make up the number of people in the next pix??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/Image(198).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/Image%28198%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3307/2214/1600/IMG_2696_hougang01May.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3307/2214/1600/IMG_2696_hougang01May.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAP's rally the very next day at the very same venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to leave. Will catch up w u guys before I do so. Many are probably clueless abt this... Nvm you'll know when I ask to meet up :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-114667343616793269?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/114667343616793269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=114667343616793269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114667343616793269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114667343616793269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-first-vote.html' title='My First Vote'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-114588973117232330</id><published>2006-04-24T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T11:38:07.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Stress</title><content type='html'>It's exam period and no one's blogging!!! How could that be.... Blogging kinda lost it's flavour huh... Remember last year when blogging was at its hype, everyone who owned a blog blogged almost everyday, and especially during the exam period, anyone who didn't feel like studying or wanted to get away from the notes will start blogging. I was guilty of that. The previous year was friendster, where people would just sit there for hours just to link from one friend to another and realised that it's such a small world, or shall i say Singapore? Is there anything new this time round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just to relieve stress for those who are mugging hard and struggling with memorising and regurgitating your notes.... Here's something very lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doraemon and Hello Kitty met on the streets one day. Doraemon was so happy to see his friend and exclaimed "Hello Kitty!!"&lt;br /&gt;However, Hello Kitty did not reply.... Why is that so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the pix for some tips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.com.sg/images?q=tbn:SkfbIg3uOr-lNM:studio-f.com/albums/album04/kitty_39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 198px;" src="http://images.google.com.sg/images?q=tbn:SkfbIg3uOr-lNM:studio-f.com/albums/album04/kitty_39.jpg" alt="" 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;Highlight for Ans : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Cos Kitty has no mouth!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Hello Kitty felt very bad for being rude and decided to stitch on a mouth.... And decided that the next time she saw Doraemon she will be very friendly towards him. They met again and Hello Kitty was so elated to see her friend Doraemon and shouted "Hey Doraemon!!" This time, Doraemon did not reply... why is that so??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think along the same line, look at the pix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.com.sg/images?q=tbn:KcHqyAcGiGhPZM:www.shopro-entertainment.com/images/doraemon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 289px;" src="http://images.google.com.sg/images?q=tbn:KcHqyAcGiGhPZM:www.shopro-entertainment.com/images/doraemon.gif" alt="" 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;Ok you would have got it if you are abit clever haha&lt;br /&gt;Highlight for ans : &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Cos Doraemon has no ears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, n interesting and farnie clip my manager sent me, but then can be found on youtube too... Brilliant! The skeleton puppet is soooo alive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nXbyoRqp5Dw"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nXbyoRqp5Dw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and then I simply can't resist this cute pix!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.com.sg/images?q=tbn:dpLKjgvkAoG2eM:http://www.oilofangels.com/hello/1083434/640/doraemon-2005.03.27-16.59.34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 195px;" src="http://images.google.com.sg/images?q=tbn:dpLKjgvkAoG2eM:http://www.oilofangels.com/hello/1083434/640/doraemon-2005.03.27-16.59.34.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lazy to blog as much as I want to....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-114588973117232330?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/114588973117232330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=114588973117232330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114588973117232330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114588973117232330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/04/exam-stress.html' title='Exam Stress'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613414.post-114520060021958735</id><published>2006-04-16T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T11:16:40.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blade Watching</title><content type='html'>Was at ghost town yesterday... Yes, orchard turned into a ghost town... Ok I'm exaggerating. But really, town looked like it was only filled with 50% of the usual weekend crowd. Besides CNY, I think this is the ONLY time I've seen town so empty... Bumped into a couple of friends and they told me the same thing. Our conclusion was, it's the exam period! Haha. Since it was my first time hanging out in town during the exam period, this was naturally the first time I'd seen such a situation... Cause previously I was of cos mugging with the rest of the people. So the "young people" actually contributes so much to the economy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway went blading today. Or shall I say I wanted to.. it's been for the *lost count*th week running... Been saying I wanna blade, but everytime we decide to, it'll start to rain!! Ok so today there was progression. Drove down to ECP, finally found a parking lot and made our way to the blades rental after munching on ice cream. But hell, the moment we put on our blades, and believe me, it's the very moment we put on one side of the blades, we felt drops of rain.... Shit! So we walked around cos the sky was getting real dark and of cos it started to pour really heavily. But before that, of cos time wasn't really wasted haha. As much as u can guess, there're plenty of cute guys around haha. From the guy who approached us for the blades, to the other shop assistant to that blading instructor. So we were just standing along the blading ring looking at people blade and those learning to blade. Then we saw this cute lil boy who kept falling, looking very exhausted. He's skinny and couldn't balance well. So this guy who looked around the same age as us came from nowhere, picked him up and taught him how to do it the right way. Clad in an oversized T-shirt n jeans, it took us a while to realise he's the instructor. He looked like another young lad, slightly beng with the dyed hair though not extremely good looking. But they way he coax the kid somehow made him look good. He wasn't harsh or gentle with the kid, just teaching him and guiding him along, seems like he's rather patient. He'll scoop the kid up by the underarms when he fell, lift him around and teach him again, rub the kid's head and mess up his hair. Cute! i exclaimed a couple of times and SL was like, "who are u referring to??" Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it's not difficult to impress me, as long as you are passable(at least look funky haha) and showing some positive qualities while playing with a kid or an animal(namely, cats n dogs), make me feel that you like kids and/or pets, DING DING you got it! Most of my friends know I love babies and cats and dogs, so hmmm, it's not that difficult right haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Good news finally, but it's still up to me to make it a true piece of good news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-114520060021958735?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/114520060021958735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=114520060021958735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114520060021958735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114520060021958735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/04/blade-watching.html' title='Blade Watching'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-114467735823816202</id><published>2006-04-10T09:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T09:56:45.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Bloopers -  For Laughs</title><content type='html'>Wanted to post sthg on some matches... couldn't do it cos i can't do screenshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my fren sent me this, which I thought was pretty hilarious... esp for those who play soccer, have you seen/experience such bloopers before haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;EMBED name=MediaPlayer src='http://www.metacafe.com/play/76562/always_look_on_the_bright_side_of_life.asx?emailClientType=2048&amp;timeStamp=2006-04-10%2013:04:28' width=400 height=370 type=application/x-mplayer2 autostart=&amp;quot;0&amp;quot; ShowControls='1' ShowStatusBar='1' allowScriptAccess='never'&gt;&lt;/EMBED&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replayed this for like 5 times so that I can catch every moment. Did the first guy bleed on his face? The ones with the referees being hit are pretty funny and you notice no one offer a helping hand to the referees haha. Oops Roy Carroll did it again... And the paramedics just rub it in... Think the player is better off limping off pitch haha. The best moment had to be Almighty Alan Shearer showing the referee the red card!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-114467735823816202?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/114467735823816202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=114467735823816202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114467735823816202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114467735823816202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/04/soccer-bloopers-for-laughs.html' title='Soccer Bloopers -  For Laughs'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-114457948397204561</id><published>2006-04-09T06:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T06:44:44.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallucinating</title><content type='html'>It's sooooo damn hard not to think abt it.... when you something's gonna happen but you're not sure whether it'll be for the better or worse... 3 weeks.... I gotta endure this 3 weeks... Not knowing what'll be the outcome but I can't help thinking about it every minute, every second. I truely want it and I don't wanna be disappointed. That's my greatest fear at the end of this 3 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A step closer to my dream can also turn out to be a firm NO. I hope I'm not the one to fall, not that I'm selfish but compared to the half-hearted, I think I'm more enthusiastic and I REALLY want it... Ok I know it's the umpteenth time I've repeated that line... I'm sorry but I have to do some screaming some where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep my fingers crossed and wish me all the luck k... I know most people need it for their exams... Anyways I can't reveal it now for fear of some external forces haha...&lt;br /&gt;if it turns out to be good I'll announce to the whole world. You guys will know it some day anyways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah thinking as I'm typing away... Think I'll be bloody disappointed if it doesn't turn out well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promise to post an exciting trailer on my nx entry.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;craving for mac... how come....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-114457948397204561?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/114457948397204561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=114457948397204561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114457948397204561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114457948397204561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/04/hallucinating.html' title='Hallucinating'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-114443312512550150</id><published>2006-04-07T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T14:11:09.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles</title><content type='html'>My Mac was down!! Yes a Mac!&lt;br /&gt;But I got it repaired. Myself. Cos the not-so-helpful staff at the Mac counter wasn't of much a solution and if I had wanted to retreive my data I'll have to pay 300 bucks. But I thought it wasn't worth it looking at the cost involved. So now I got it repaired but lost all date. I feel it's still abit cranky, it just hung on me. Ok so dcouments ain't that important I can afford to lose them but I lost a whole lot of mp3 and photos!! Learnt my lesson shud back up. Oh since my mp3 are gone, dear GM, if you are reading this, please try to recall that my Tension CDs are still with you! And I need them back now! Hahaha u better don't lose them! Owe me for dunno how long liao.... eversince I was still in NUS lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways here's sthg for a laugh. Cos I got nothing to update... Oh gosh such un-happening life!! Wanted to post this since ages ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cStQiAherOA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cStQiAherOA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A step closer to my dream....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-114443312512550150?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/114443312512550150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=114443312512550150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114443312512550150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114443312512550150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/04/smiles.html' title='Smiles'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-114312840444489196</id><published>2006-03-23T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T10:40:04.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Close one Eye</title><content type='html'>Wanted to blog for a long time... but either busy or lazy, ok that's nothing new la...&lt;br /&gt;So for those who don't know, I was confirmed (my job) 2 wks ago, that would mean I need to give 1 mth's notice to quit, should I be happy or sad abt tt? Haha, so right now, unless it's overseas opportunities, I won't be applying for any. Work's been pretty ok, many events coming up so will be a lil busier, but life is still ok, I just need more sales. So don't ask me abt work k, it'll be the same old answer.&lt;br /&gt;Had a product test just yesterday, what a relieve. Lots' to study but we got tip offs from sales manager to know what to study, so it's basically regurgitating everything. passing is 85, will be rewarded 50 bucks if we manage to score 95. Got complaints from my team members that I wrote very fast and loud, cos I write very forcefully, stressed them out haha. See basically we're trained in that, with all the essay writings, the memorising and regurgitating... It's not unfamiliar and I realised I still love studying alot. Just love the process of it, Hee madness, the students must feel like killing me!&lt;br /&gt;Intend to take up Korean and blading. Serious. Windsurf might have to wait awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's a summary of my life recently. Nothing exciting. Need someone to spice up my life. WInkz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up w my dear last week. Let's count the years, wow 16 yrs since we 1st knew each other thou we lost contact for some yrs in between. So the topic naturally digressed to guys. I was first informed about 2 guys whom I knew.... One has turned into a gay... Yes, think Brokeback mountain. He does that. I mean I have nothing against gays and their sex life. It's pretty normal, cos everyone has different needs, I don't see them as abnorma, it's just another preference. Just bcos it's not the norm doesn't mean it something wrong or should be fault. But it came as a shock to me cos I knew the guy to be straight and even had a gf. He was badly hurt by her and things turned out this way. Well as long as he's happy with it then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another guy fren somehow underwent some major changes after breaking up with his gf and started sleeping ard. Don't think he's hurt but more of deprived. So he sleeps around in Singapore, and overseas as he's often on the road. As cheapo as going to Geylang haha. I guess for some things and for some people. once u start you can't stop. I see it as being addictive here. But well he's happy, he's enjoying it, so what say do the rest of the people have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how true it is. 9.5 outta 10 guys ask their gf for sex. I think it's just a natural thing but it just makes me wonder why do they always have this in their mind. Then what my gf said tickled me and I think it made alotta sense and probably gives an answer. Her bf said to her "You don't wanna give it to me now right, ok don't regret, next time don't come and ask me for it" Whahaha laugh like mad can?? Cos according to his statistics (which is true lah), guys have highest sex drive at this age, while girls experience it in their later twenties. So basically it explains everything rite?  Sorry dear, I disclosed whatever you told me, but no worries no names mentioned and I don't think anyone I know, knows you nor the people mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty disgusted and offended when a fren of mine came to me one day and asked me if I mind having a fling. I wasn't too taken aback at that point of time but thinking about it now made me feel rather degrading. We don't keep on contact often and I don't remember him as a guy who will have flings despite having a gf. But oh well, looks are deceiving. So basically it means he's looking for a fuck buddy. It's not unusual for guys/ girls to engage in such activities but sorry think he probably got the wrong target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching a variety show that day and Patty Hou said that she can actually stand her bf cheating on her (jay must be feeling so glad and relieved), provided it only involves behaviour (which means having affairs and one night stands) but not feelings. Her reasoning is that it's impossible for guys not to betray their gfs (which I agree, well it could be the other way round too), so betrayal that only invloves the body but not the heart/mind is acceptable. I actually kinda agree with her. I think at the end of the day, as long as you don't get caught, it's ok. Don't be so stupid to "tou chi" yet "bu cha zui ba" haha.&lt;br /&gt;Like I always say : 男人女人都是贱的。基本上，大家都是贱人，分别在于贱到什么程度。&lt;br /&gt;(pls change your encoding to Unicode to read the chinese characters)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-114312840444489196?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/114312840444489196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=114312840444489196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114312840444489196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114312840444489196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/03/close-one-eye.html' title='Close one Eye'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-114174153283743344</id><published>2006-03-07T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T09:25:32.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotcha!!</title><content type='html'>I felt strongly that I need to blog on this. Haha I feel very proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been reading my blog religiously, you'll probably know I met a flasher twice sometime back last year.&lt;br /&gt;For encounter #1 click &lt;a href="http://mlis.blogspot.com/2005/05/lambasted.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, dated 09 May.&lt;br /&gt;For encounter #2 click &lt;a href="http://mlis.blogspot.com/2005/11/flashing-in-day.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, dated 16 Nov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so, the inspectors have been following this case because probably there were many reported cases. Guess what, I received a call today morning from the Ang Mo Kio Police HQ, asking me to identify the photos of some suspects. So I went down and picked one outta the 9 photos. Ok it was more of gut feeling and e closest resemblence that I felt. haha that wasn't being truely fair but I felt I pointed at the right man. I might need to go back for physical identification (as in identify the suspects face to face, of cos through the glass window) if required. Ok so I was at the HQ and felt pretty prestigous k, cos I'm the only visitor who had access to the floors with security survillence. Haha and as usual, there r cute guys! haha I just wonder why... are most policeman good looking? haha If you had read ecounter #1, the 2 cops who took my statement are good looking too. Anyways the guys on duty at the entrance post were erm really quite cute in uniform... one even had a eurasian look. Then the other officers on the upper levels in plain clothes were ermz pretty good looking too. Haha ok I know, I'm there to identify the suspect not to beo yandaos. But it's kinda hard not to right... haha. I suddenly felt that it was a good environment to work in. Not because of the yandaos lah! But I quite like the feeling of analyzing cases, suspects and it makes me pretty excited. Which is why I wanted to work for the forensic department or do forensic science, I feel I'm contributing more like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to sum up, the in-charge called me in the evening to say that the suspect has basically admitted. Tah-dah, so I'm right! But I was also told he's "abit sick up there" (quoted), meaning he's mentally unsound. So they are sending him to the IMH (aka Woodbridge lah) to get his medical report. I suspected so, after all he looks like he's only 16 or 18?.... But I'm just glad he got caught. I made a report, went to identify the suspect and I'm proud of it. Cos I know many people would just be intimidated and keep quiet, maybe they'll tell people about it and warn them but so what? If you don't make yourself heard and make any police report, you won't be able to nab the fellow and only more victims will suffer. Even though the police weren't very efficient... I mean the 2 times I met the flasher was in May and Nov last year, and they took only now to nab the suspect. Besides they had no record for my 1st report, misplaced or lost or what I dunno, irresponsible you can say. But at the end of the day, they nabbed the fellow and that's what matters :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-114174153283743344?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/114174153283743344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=114174153283743344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114174153283743344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114174153283743344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/03/gotcha.html' title='Gotcha!!'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-114122714663172464</id><published>2006-03-01T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T10:32:26.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He was facing the sea, looking as depressed as her. She guessed he might be bothered by some issues too but probably not the same issue as what is bothering her. Half of the time, she's looking at his backview. He was facing away, turning against her direction, sometimes burying his face in his arms, leaning on the stone table. She was observing him closely, trying very hard not to be caught by him. Somehow their eyes met and they exchanged glances a couple of times. That's the closest they got. After an hour of sea breeze, he left. He looked at her one last time. The breeze didn't seem to take away his sorrows. He still look and felt heavy. She was left alone looking at the sea, listening to the waves. Nothing has changed, it didn't make her feel any better. The problems still exist. An hour later however she did feel relieved. At the end of the day, both of them were left to guess what each other had in mind that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been whining alot recently. And I tell you it's really ALOT! I practically whine to almost everyone I see or talk to. Over msn, msn, the phone and of cos face to face. Those whom I already whine to know what happened. Those who are clueless, I guess it'e better to remain so. Haha. I'm feeling so much better, although issues and problems still exist. I haven made up my mind but I did take a step. We'll see how things work out. Thx to those who had to put up with my whining constantly... those who comforted me, gave me advice or just listened to me... KY, SL, Cyn, HL, CY, Brid, DW(ok more of the other way round haha), KS... etc etc I also can't rem who I whine to haha too many ple lah...you get the point... many thanks! You're part of the reason I'm still hanging on! :D&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-114122714663172464?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/114122714663172464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=114122714663172464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114122714663172464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114122714663172464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/03/he-was-facing-sea-looking-as-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-114062745077617036</id><published>2006-02-22T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T12:10:05.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hou She Nan Hai 后舍男孩</title><content type='html'>Just to share this SUPER DUPER farnie blog.. by The Dormitory Guys... Basically they do remakes of videos of songs by lip-syncing. But in a damn exaggerated way. Haha. Made up of 2 guys from Mainland China (not Taiwanese lah YY). One of their videos was previously shared on YY's blog and Wee found their link somehow. They've kinda made it big in China, with contracts and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the english website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twochineseboys.blogspot.com"&gt;http://twochineseboys.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ain't got time to watch all, (I've to give you prior warning that loading takes awhile), what I've gotta recommend is the bloopers and the video by the title of "Fairytale". Half of this video is a remake of Guang Liang's Tong Hua, and the later half is actually a failed attempt to remake SHE's songs. This is the damn farnie part. They tried to rope in a friend for ths video as we all know SHE consists of three members. In the video of "Fen Kai Lu Xing", this guy from behind was actually half naked, complete with a boxer brief (means it's the tight fitting one).  Many funny episodes got me laughing like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their Chinese website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.sina.com.cn/m/housheboy"&gt;http://blog.sina.com.cn/m/housheboy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's not updated very frequently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their full updates, news and all about them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://edu.sina.com.cn/y/focus/housheboy/index.shtml"&gt;http://edu.sina.com.cn/y/focus/housheboy/index.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i spent my whole night watching their videos... haha crazy! I think it would occur boh liao to some people... but oh what the hack, as long as it makes me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S to view chinese words on my blog use the encoding Unicode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-114062745077617036?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/114062745077617036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=114062745077617036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114062745077617036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114062745077617036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/02/hou-she-nan-hai.html' title='Hou She Nan Hai 后舍男孩'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-114029105329893165</id><published>2006-02-18T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T04:43:01.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Characteristics</title><content type='html'>I've been hooked on &lt;我叫金三顺&gt;(My Name is Kim Sam Soon) recently, after "Full House". I think I love to watch Korean dramas, thou they are abit typical haha but those that I love to watch are those that are mixed with a little comedy, not those typical sorrowful ones that are supposed to make u cry buckets, well except for Summer Scent. I don't really fancy Winter Sonata and Autumn in my heart. I mean... How can I resist the hunky male leads in the K dramas.... From the earliest Jang Dong Gun to Song Seong Heon to Jang Hyuk to Jo In Sung to Rain and then lately Hyun Bin.... And of cos the melodic K songs of all the drama also makes me fall head over heels for it, the songs are usually very apt for the particular drama and I can tell you Korea songs are damn nice eventhough I don't understand a single word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.com.sg/images?q=tbn:GPb_j56I-cWDNM:www.ettvamerica.com/ettv/dvd/donggun/images/Donggun_01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 210px;" src="http://images.google.com.sg/images?q=tbn:GPb_j56I-cWDNM:www.ettvamerica.com/ettv/dvd/donggun/images/Donggun_01.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://songseungheon.com.cn/bbs/Images/board/1010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 163px;" src="http://songseungheon.com.cn/bbs/Images/board/1010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jang Dong Gun (Top) and Song Seong Heon (Bottom).&lt;br /&gt;From the pix, you can more or less know the kinda guy that I look for, they all have the manly look yet hidden boyish nature. And when they smile, they have the boy-next-door look, especially the latter 4...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://newsfromrussia.com/images/newsline/rain110.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 242px;" src="http://newsfromrussia.com/images/newsline/rain110.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't find cute pixs of them flahing their boyish grin, you'll probably only spot them in the shows. And most of them when they smile,  all you can see is their pearly grin and the eyes will merge to form a line haha so cute rite??&lt;br /&gt;Especially Rain (right), who's known for his famous cutesy smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://plaza.rakuten.co.jp/img/user/54/95/4265495/51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 221px;" src="http://plaza.rakuten.co.jp/img/user/54/95/4265495/51.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.com.sg/images?q=tbn:5Kgi1EEt7V5pDM:blog1.fc2.com/c/chizuo/file/20050319140724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 167px;" src="http://images.google.com.sg/images?q=tbn:5Kgi1EEt7V5pDM:blog1.fc2.com/c/chizuo/file/20050319140724.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just coincidental that Jo In Sung (left) and Jang Hyuk (further left) has blonde hair in these pixs, it doesn't mean I like blokes. Anyways not all guys look gd in this hair. I think it's gotta do with the looks. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I decided not to use the full pix of the guys cos their bods will only make you and erhem me drool more... Yes yes, these guys all have very good build... Once again I would like to emphasize good build doesn't just mean "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dua jiak&lt;/span&gt;", it means lean but mascular! Oh oh and tall too theses guys are like 180cm and above, that's why they look good in whatever they wear, born clothes hanger. And I tell you K drama lead males don't go for the typical t-shirt jeans look, but very mismatched and loud combination of different color of shirts and pants as well as jackets with jeans, which strikes me fatally! They can wear very flowery pink shirt beneath a white jacket and matches it with jeans, but it looks totally good!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s2.imagesubmit.com/s_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 241px;" src="http://s2.imagesubmit.com/s_6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is the nicest pix of Hyun Bin I manage to googled, slightly uncovered. Both him and Rain have achieved such great accomplishment in their acting and singing career respectively and know what, they are only 1 yr my senior!! haizzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the 1st 2 who usually play they devoted-til-i-die kinda character, the rest usually portray the characters of rich spoilt brat, who comes from some respectable family and are to some extent, bad boys. Yes 男人不坏，女人不爱. I never disputed this phrase. But when it comes to someone they love, they really go all out for her even though not in the totally nice way that most gals would like. And they can get pretty nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;introduction&lt;/span&gt;, you know what kinda guys I go for... erhem if you happen to come across any of such guys, please lemme know haha. I know you'll say you'll grab first... but I realise not all girls for the same type of guys. I mean I have a friend who like skinny and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; nua nua&lt;/span&gt; type of pretty boy, someone like perhaps &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zai zai. &lt;/span&gt;And she doesn't like tall guys.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So absolutely no conflict of interest here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so this leads on the tag that I was tagged... hmm sounds weird. Anyways I'm supposed to come up with 8 characteristics of my perfect lover and tag 8 ple to join this "game". I shall skip the 2nd part since I never like to forward chain emails and sms. This works in the same way. It shall stop here. But I thought this topic was kinda interesting so I'll blog on it. But I'm not gonna stick to the rules closely, but instead incorporate into my own entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it's not difficult to actually pick out like 4 characteristics from the above K guys.&lt;br /&gt;Some quick recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Manly, with a mix of boyish nature.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good build. Please recall my definition of a good build.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good height. For me, at least 175cm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not necessarily a nasty spoilt brat or baddie but definitely not a goody-two-shoe, who listens and obeys me totally or tries to please me to the ultimate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Ok so these are some of the more superficial criteria based on the outlooks. Actually my guy doesn't have to be exactly dashing or georgeous. If you look closely enough at the 6 above, not all are exactly good looking. But there's just something about them. Charisma or behaviour or something that truely captures me. I mean someone with the looks of Wong Hei (Wang Xi) is good enough as long as generally, everything adds up and that will make him look good... Oh oh and maybe just to add on to the list, I love guys with funky hair! Haha I mean doesn't have to be a punk head to be called funky... but u know the toot toot and hmm plain hairstly just doesn't work for me. But again, funky hair also doesn't work on all people, I guess it's gotta do with the looks AGAIN. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's move on to the less physical but more of chemisty part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sporty. Ok this definitely leads to the above point 2, though being sporty doesnt always equate good build. I'm not a sporty person I have to admit but I love sports actually I don't mind going under the sun and sweat out, it's just that I'm lazy haha. I used to play more sports, now I think I really to get that stamina and momentum back. And also because I love to watch soccer, being sporty actually encompasses playing soccer (or basketball also can lah haha). I mean this is not something difficult since most guys love or watch soccer. Hey it isn't too easy to find a gf who watches soccer with you without any complains and who understand the offside rule ok. And best cheer together if we happen to support the same team. :D or quarrel when the teams we support versus each other. Adds abit of spice to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Talented. In any area. But best musically inclined, with singing or musical instruments. Did I mention that I think guys who play the drum well are especially attractive? Electric guitar too. Piano is abit too common but it depends on who the guys is haha. Singing is good so we can KTV and duet together haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I believe 2 person must share the same interest to have chemistry. People say opposite attracts but it never happens to me. If we are not on par and have different characters and have different passion, I can't imagine how we get along. And also something for me to admire him about haha. But of cos there must be somthing about the guy apart from physical attraction and being on the same frequency. And I guess these are things that you'll probably find out only when you know the guy more or perhaps only when you start a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;He has to be humourous yet serious. This kinda sounds like manly yet boyish. Haha He has to have the ability to make me smile, laugh but yet can't be so playful such that I think he's not serious on what he says. So, serious on things that he needs to and yet inject humour in everyday life. Kinda hard to exlplain yah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At least the maturity level has to be there. So basically this would also mean that we have to have the same level of thinking and views in life. Basically a balance of everything and it actually encompass alotta things. I've experienced someone who has different view of life as I do and I think that is the ultimate. Regardless of how nice and sweet he is, if he doesn't think as far/much as me, then basically it hard to communicate on matters of lfie. And I do not just mean normal communication but the more in depth conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sense of security is particularly important to me. Especially I can feel rather insecure at times.This doesn't mean he has to be physically there everytime, but I think knowing that the he is there for me as a pillar of strength is good enough and in fact very important. After all I'm not the kinda sticky gal who needs to see him every day or track him down with hourly calls. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I actually prefer guys who are abit of a male chauvinistic. I have no qualms about the ability of guys and I never thought it's possible for equality between guys and gals. There are just some things that guys can and gals cannot achieve and of cos vice versa. Ok the reason behind this preference is cos I have a rather strong character so I need someone who can curb me. A guy who can lead me and to be the decision maker, although I want my decisions and suggestions to be respected too. Which is why I say abit of chauvinism, which is still bearable. In fact I can't stand guys who obey their gals too much, that would mean they don't have a mind of their own. And eventually as the gal take things for granted, the episode never ends well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lastly he has to be understanding and supportive. That includes no jealousy. Of cos on my part I have to reassure him but being understanding makes this alot easier. Especially when I do have quite a fair share of male close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Accept me for who I am and I would do the same. Never try to change your guy. If he's not the right one just don't go for him. Some things just cannot be changed, and even when changed, it would come back to haunt you one day. Having said that, all the above might be criterias to be fulfilled but there's nothing perfect in life. I may be a perfectionist (the trait of a virgo) and I can't accept the slightest flaw, at least a flaw to me, but when the right one comes, who knows. Like I always say, I'm looking for MY perfect guy and not THE perfect guy. Therein lies the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some of you do know, I have a personal fetish for lefty haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-114029105329893165?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/114029105329893165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=114029105329893165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114029105329893165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114029105329893165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/02/characteristics.html' title='The Characteristics'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-114002080331982014</id><published>2006-02-15T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T11:57:41.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet V</title><content type='html'>Sky cleared. Think I sort out my thoughts a lil. And it's a good feeling, to feel happy and relaxed again. I think it's all up there. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See i'm supposed to blog but procrastinate again.... haha was surfing for something/someone and to my surprise I chanced upon a blog of that someone hahaha. Happily reading it, good thing it's a new blog didn't have too many entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was out on the street in town yesterday, and needless to say there are couples everywhere from the young teenagers to the uncles and their Mainland girlfriends/mistresses. And I couldn't contain my laughter once i reached town.... I think it's so cliche to see everyone holding roses. And I tot it was very farnie to see some guys holding flowers, they are on their way to meet their dates, but seriously, walking around with a stalk/bouquet of flowers in their hands make them look stupid. Later at night when I was strolling down the street to get a drink, I saw this couple with the girl holding a cute little bouquet and the guy who looks very very cool, (score 7 haha) and I just burst out into laughters cos I imagined him with the flowers before the gf arrived. I mean a cool dude w a bunch of cute flowers... funny combination. And another funny sight was some of the younger couples, or should I call them kids, holding just one or 2 stalks of flowers. So u see, the kids still can't afford tt much lah... haha So the kinda of flowers I observed, mainly roses.. boring... mixed with some other flowers  and then there was one i saw with a bouquet of Ferrero Roche, at least slightly more creative but there were like only 10 stalks, doesn't look good. The most creative one had to be a bouquet of small little pigs... It was from Mr. Beng to Miss Lian, so afterall it's the bengs that think out of the box. I just find it awkward and funny to see people holding flowers on V day, me myself too. I dunno, perhaps because everyone else is holding it.... I would actually be more "wah" to see a gal holding a bouquet on any other day other than V day. Oh but being the newly emerged materialistic gal as HL has demonstrated (oops haha) we'll prolly be more interested and brighten up *blink blink* (eyes open widely) if the roses were folded from 50 dollar notes, can throw in 10 dollar notes to add more colour and variety. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty sweet of CY's frens(I still dunno thier names haha I don't think you do too) to get us flowers. Ironically we were the ones who ended up walking around with the stalks of flowers, but I guess the drinking and talking just between us after that came as a form of relief to me. And I really hope we can achieve what we want haha don't forget the opening, the sample haha oh and the bet!! Let's drink and chat along the streets if Paris!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops I'm not doing the tag again... procrastinate.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-114002080331982014?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/114002080331982014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=114002080331982014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114002080331982014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/114002080331982014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/02/sweet-v.html' title='Sweet V'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-113959532344395350</id><published>2006-02-10T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T13:15:23.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One in 8 Million</title><content type='html'>Not Me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't strike the 10 Million Dollar ToTo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one of the 9 Winners!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the ONE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y isn't it me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I had won a Million,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can spit right in the face of the bitches and quit my job,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can travel for as long as I like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can study abroad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can pay off my car loan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can provide for my family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be a happier person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubble burst, million dollar dream shattered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to put up with all the shit at work,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work my ass off to pay my car loan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be stuck in this goddamn so called Sunny Island,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to dream on about living and studying abroad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I can still be a happy person,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to try a bit harder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-113959532344395350?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/113959532344395350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=113959532344395350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/113959532344395350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/113959532344395350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-in-8-million.html' title='One in 8 Million'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-113921336451887023</id><published>2006-02-06T02:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T03:09:24.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Myself &amp; I</title><content type='html'>I discovered by chance that this happens to my 100th post.... But it's not gonna be something happening nor interesting. See I've run out of interesting things to blog on and I simply lack the discipline to blog religiously.... Perhaps that's the sad life of being a young working adult. I'm not trying to say that my life is boring just because of work, I try to make spice up my life by after-work activites and weekend hang outs (which KTV makes up a large 70%).  And sadly, I've been bogged by some disease which I've never really recovered since... So I'm constantly sick... You probably can figure it out when u join me for KTV... See I'm on MC today that's why I'm blogging... haha. I was rather sickly when young but it wasn't this bad. I guess it has to do with my job, since I'm out on the field everyday visiting clinics... that's where all the germs and viruses are abundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has not been easy, I think most graduates who just started out agree with me. We are all caught in that phase of life, not wanting to move on and move outta our comfort zone which we have sought shelter for the past 2 decades. Looking for the right job, the most suitable job, the job we most want, but yet not knowing anything.... And sometimes you won't know until u've got into it. And sometimes it's a matter of adapting. My manager has told me that the 1st 3 mths into the job is the hardest time, and you'll only start to enjoy after 6 mths. My frens have been in their job of 6mths and not enjoying it. Does that mean they'll never like it? I don't have an answer too. Everyone wants to have a carefree life and do what they really like and enjoy, but the harsh reality of life forbids that. STRESS is the main issue. And of cos people u work with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some friends I thought will last for life, but I realise the feeling has changed. Things have changed I guess, so do people. I don't know if it's myself or what. I'm glad I have made very close friends recently and they are now the new people in my life whom I count on and hang out with. I really enjoy their company, but it only makes me realise that I'm beginning to lose some close friends as well. Never mind about that, cos we all move on, and we all have different lives to lead. Now I know why most parents never have any close friends cos they lose them along the way, after leaving school, after marriage. I hope I won't become like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been tagged, the second time to be exact but I haven't really sat down and do it, I think I'll leave it for V day. Sounds more appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry. I'm drowsy. Another piece of incoherent writing. I promise something better. In the pipeline. I'm gettin some sleep....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-113921336451887023?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/113921336451887023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=113921336451887023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/113921336451887023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/113921336451887023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/02/me-myself-i.html' title='Me, Myself &amp; I'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-113802175852266280</id><published>2006-01-23T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T08:17:36.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter to AHS Alumni</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dear Fellow Alumni,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The AHS Alumni is organizing a CNY Dinner Get-Together on Feb 11th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Saturday) at 6.30pm. All AHS alumnus are strongly encouraged to join&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In addition, we are also having some school facilities open from 2pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;onwards, so please feel free to bring your fellow AHS friends down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and enjoy a game or 2 before the dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Here are more details:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;=======================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Date: 11th Feb (Saturday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Venue: AHS campus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Fee: S$10 per pax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Schedule for the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;=======================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2pm - Free-n-Easy Games &amp; Activities (we are looking for teams to play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;basketball, street soccer and badminton!) 6pm - AHS Alumni AGM 6.30pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- CNY Dinner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is the perfect opportunity to call up AHS friends whom you have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;not met in years and get together for old time's sake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Kindly RSVP by 6th Feb (Monday) so that we can make the necessary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;logistic arrangements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;See you all soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Alva Chew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;on behalf of AHS Alumni Exce Comm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Any takers?? Let me know k, I have some response... Which is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;if all are going then they don;t mind going too... SO someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;must confirm to get this thing going lah haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-113802175852266280?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/113802175852266280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=113802175852266280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/113802175852266280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/113802175852266280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/01/letter-to-ahs-alumni.html' title='A Letter to AHS Alumni'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-113748692251066712</id><published>2006-01-17T02:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T20:15:28.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nite of BBQ &amp; fun!!</title><content type='html'>Ok this is the promised post... Just a quick share of pix! Still, I wanna thk all for coming.. It's been sometime since all of the clique got together at the same time. We've been doing the bdae thing for years and we've all got pretty slack haha no more grand celebrations, usually postponed and belated celebrations and more of just a casual dinner, but it's good that we stil do meet up lah. We really must do something abt gg abroad ok?? We everytime say say then never plan and will soon forget abt it. So let's sit down and reali plan sthg for the mth of july since most are free then. So SAVE UP guys!! Anywhere is fine, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;it's about the company, not how much food you have&lt;/span&gt;... wahaha sounds familiar leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Presenting Our most dedicated Peng-kers of the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/penger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/penger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/eu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/eu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None other than our Dear Mr. Eugene, aka Mr-Nice-Guy, who really believed that the ECP toilet stopped collecting 10cent per entry since 2002. Hahaha u all very evil lah owas like to cheat him!! &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Oh btw, I'm sure u all recognise that mouth in the top left hand corner yah? Got Prize~!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/yk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/yk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And of course our very own Guiness world of record fastest speaking Yingkiat, aka Mr. Hollister, Kiatty Kiat and oh!! &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;cHao Fan!! &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,51)"&gt;Got one more right?? But I can't recall... Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/penging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/penging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Peng kang-ing.... See all peng kang pix has Eugene.... who was at the pit right from the moment of starting fire. It was raining and drizzling now and then but somehow we managed to peng kang successfully haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/leftover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/leftover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;This is the left over food, looks not very appetizing hor... haha But it was nice! esp the honey wings!!! I miss the honey wings alot the day after the BBQ!! So much food left... and to think we went to da bao samore... Everyone was soooo full! So in the end we played some silly but entertaining games like 7-up and yi mao liang mao and the loser has to eat something to help clear up hahaha Miss blurry didn't hit $2.50 as expected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/foog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/foog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;In the process of peng kang-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;When we got a lil bored....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/games.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/games.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.a1.yahoofs.com/users/42f0b9bczfa7d6fdb/e167/__sr_/4430.jpg?phQhLzDBRoWLTU4U"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Sit down tok kok, which was rather self entertaining.... I mean with jokers like GM n ZY... and to-be-joked ple like YK... can get pretty hilarious and it never fails to amuse us thou it has been going on for like years... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/drink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/drink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Then play some games and have some Vodka sponsored by our dear Shwuling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;You can do some self entertaining too, like our very own joker, who sadly walked all the way from hmm where?? Bayshore?? Heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/target.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/target.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.a1.yahoofs.com/users/42f0b9bczfa7d6fdb/e167/__sr_/68de.jpg?phYyKzDBa6BlfPXr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Found some target for amusement... Poor Bear... It's actually a super cute portable radio in the shape of a bear....it's mine!! See pic below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/beardrink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/beardrink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Started feeding the bear with 7-up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/fight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/fight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Man vs Beast: Fighting for Marshmallow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Stare harder, the mashmellow in his mouth is actually connected by a wire to the bear, that's the antenna.... he stuffed the marshmallow there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/kisszy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/kisszy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;So finally he got it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Boh Liao... Hmm okok to be fair we were quite encouraging lah... haha kinda encouraged him to take these pixs... thou he started it... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/absolut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/absolut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But I have to admit this is very cute!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Unanimously named &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;*ABSOLUT HIDE &amp; SEEK*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Should send in to absolut, mayb they'll use it for some promotional purposes and give us more absolut as a return!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;For some more proper pixs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/bdcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/bdcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.a1.yahoofs.com/users/42f0b9bczfa7d6fdb/e167/__sr_/a3cb.jpg?phACLzDBrRPVtxc9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;to many of u all hahaha all belated la..like for dunno how many mths haha and one is early... slack slack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/grp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/grp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Group pix. I think everyone looks v happy here leh! hahaha smiling very broadly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/gals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/gals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;All the gals!! ZY dunno how to take pix one.. owas got his finger!! Oh how can I forget Ms blurry who believed every single word of the best frens turned foe story haha pretty farnie lah!! can't believe there were others who were taken in! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/guys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The guys... after YK finally put down his plate of cHao Fan... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/feedingsl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/feedingsl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Me feeding dear dear with peng kang choc banana!! Chi zai kou li tian zai xin li hor hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Went Midnight KTV samore... actually most of us cannot tahan liao... gheh gheh tong one haha we used to KTV alot during JC days hahaha it's been a long time since we last ktv man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.a1.yahoofs.com/users/42f0b9bczfa7d6fdb/e167/__sr_/cd36.jpg?phACLzDB0RLywK.X"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/ktv1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/ktv1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;Also dunno laughing over what haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/ktv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/ktv2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.a1.yahoofs.com/users/42f0b9bczfa7d6fdb/e167/__sr_/68a6.jpg?phACLzDB_6mI.JmV"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Mus be ZY's trying-very-hard-to-pull-high-notes singing haha Poor dude really lost his voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now this is what u call TOU RU.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,102); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/ktvsl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/ktvsl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;EH lazy to rotate, it's easier to tilt ur head la hor... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.a1.yahoofs.com/users/42f0b9bczfa7d6fdb/e167/__sr_/4331.jpg?phACLzDBuZYGM7n4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/ktveu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/ktveu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Another shen qing kuan kuan one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok guys... Any ideas for our other gatherings.?? Come up with sthg new leh... otherwise owas dinner v boring.... dun tell me lunch hor! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For More pixs click &lt;a href="http://asia.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/shirlinsim/album?.dir=/e167&amp;amp;.src=ph"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Shirlin's pix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-113748692251066712?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/113748692251066712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=113748692251066712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/113748692251066712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/113748692251066712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/01/nite-of-bbq-fun.html' title='Nite of BBQ &amp; fun!!'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-113682006918243927</id><published>2006-01-09T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T12:07:56.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How old are you?</title><content type='html'>I actually took time to do this quiz after reading GM's blog.... Seldom do such things... But I did it anyway, in an attempt to see how accurate it reflects my age, since it was very accurate in predicting that GM is 17 yrs old hahaha. Ok la progressed from 11 to 17 in a yr... not too bad... the nx time u take it, it'll probably reflect ur true age! Keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the result I got....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 23 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f8fff8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! So it is damn accurate lah!! See GM??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 23RD BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I had fun during BBQ that day... I hope u guys did too, it's been a long time. I'll dedicate an entire blog on that once Miss Blurry (oops! haha) uploads her pix :D. And dear Zy... I'm sorry I didn't heed your advice.... Yes I wanna get attached but I still decided to cut my hair short anyways... Haha not too short la, just touches shoulder... FYI, Zy said that if I wanna get attached (or was it married?), don't cut my hair short! I wish I had pix to show, cos I love the highlight haha. Well Just wanted a different look, had long hair for too long, and it's gettin heavy... a burden... you ple should know that hair stands for trouble ie. san qian fan nao si.... Ok I know might be too chim for some ple wahahaha. So anyways cutting my hair away means cutting my woes away! yeah :D... I hope la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-113682006918243927?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/113682006918243927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=113682006918243927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/113682006918243927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/113682006918243927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-old-are-you.html' title='How old are you?'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-113628039802564574</id><published>2006-01-03T03:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T09:52:11.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Never enuf!</title><content type='html'>It has been a crazy week! From Christmas to new year.... To everyone I hung out with, I truely enjoyed your company. So much of partying, so much of drinking, so much of chilling....Made some new friends, some super farnie ones... like Astroboy &lt;*deng deng deng deng deng* with hands in air&gt;, some super ah laos ones.... So many things had happened in the past month.... like a roller coaster ride... You will know what I mean if you are meant to know it... Some things concern me some doesn't.. but still involves me... I guess that ends the year with an exclamation mark. Many things are still going through my mind but I guess i just have to learn to be absent minded... Anyways I'm still in an ultra holiday mood and I don't feel like working.... In fact I hate to work! Yes I know i shouldn't complain about my job, many people are dying to be in my place. Flexi hours, short working hours, a car and what not... I can tell you my job is pretty good, at the end of the day it's e figures that do the talking... I dunno how long I can survive there but so far things are pretty ok. I don't like to drive actually, i prefer to be chauffered, which explains why I never drive on wkends. And if not for my job, I would nv buy a car.... And I hate to lunch alone, but cos of my job I have to do that almost everyday, thou I try to look for friends to lunch with me. Sometimes I rather not eat than to lunch alone... I have always been lidat, even before this job... I guess it's not about the job, I just hate working. I very much wish I could go back to school.... I mean the stress, if any, only comes when facing datelines and exams... There is a constant pressure to perform well at work, and then I have to get scolded by docs, face charcoal-faced nurses.... I mean I don't take all these personally otherwise life will be tough... My doc did tell me something like don't mention it again before I throw u out, threw medical papers back to me etc, At the end of the day I just have to tell them Have a nice day. I'm seriously not bothered by these nasty old man, although I do have colleagues who break down right in front of the docs and get so affected and upset that their whole day is ruined. Then there are some ham sup docs who will try to take advantage of you... Just have to learn to protect yourself. I guess there's always complains regardless of what job you're in... I just want to say I'm pretty satisfied with mine though I have my fair share of complains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I wanna feel like a student again... I wanna go back to campus I wanna be involved in activities, be around my friends whom I know I can trust, unlike colleagues whom I tend to keep a distance since you really don't know who you can trust and be close enuf to reveal too much.... I wanna be carefree, I wanna act like a kid, I wanna sit at home and msn like there's no tomorrow. I wanna go out til late nite and not worry about being tired at work the next day and can skip lectures like no one's business... I don't wanna be at the order of someone, I don't wanna force a smile when I don't feel like it, I don't wanna be a hypocrite, I don't wanna suck up to people, I don't wanna appear nice to a person when I feel like tearing his/her hair off, I don't wanna tolerate others when they are being ridiculous. I don't wanna lose myself. I guess my lifestyle and all are still closer to a student's since I've just started working. Those working adults are so different from me, I realise I can't date an older working adult.... It's a process everyone has to undergo.... Growing up... I guess I just wanna stall this process... I just want to be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa please grant my wish, Dear dunno who, pls realise my new yr resolution....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok incoherent writing... I'm just whining.... I love to whine haha. Cyn knows best.... I love u!! I know U think I'm mad again... But thanks for being there, silly, or shall I say idiot? Don't worry we both are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Shoi's blog.... Love is in the air :D It's really everywhere, I love your quotes... I hope there'll be more unions of hearts rather than shattered pieces.... You know who you are.... Dun let it slip away.... Treasure! thou I know certain things are outta our control. OK I know.. speak for myself haha And to Mr-lose-to-takeshi-abit, I'm really happy for ya!! Thou the news came late but U told me anyways! Haha Reali is wait long jiu have huh haha.... Thanks for ur advice but I guess it's just me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big shoutouts to all u gals! I really love ur company!! Thanks for bringing ur frens along too cyn have u exhausted the list?? Haha But I think everything was great. I think I am rather nasty with all e criticising... But I owas kou bu dui xin lah haha Think after all this we really love each other! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-113628039802564574?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/113628039802564574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=113628039802564574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/113628039802564574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/113628039802564574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-never-enuf_03.html' title='It&apos;s Never enuf!'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-113430956156044463</id><published>2005-12-11T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T08:59:21.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WEAK</title><content type='html'>It's been pretty long since I last posted.... Time to account for my MIA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actively going out for the previous week, almost everyday after work. Then badminton, Sentosa, ktv etc over the wkend.... Happening ah... Was tired but life would be too dreadful without all these fun..... I can't recall what I did exactly except that I was very busy haha. That explains why I haven been online nor blogging.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something bad struck me... Just the past thursday nite... sudden attack of stomach flu... I guess that's what they call 乐极生悲(le ji sheng bei). Some might think that I enjoyed myself too much, played too hard, and I didn't rest enough... Not totally true but I guess there's an indirect link cos I did feel abit tired and when you are tired, you body immune system tends to be down and that's when the virus has a chance.... For those who are unaware of what is stomach flu... it's not the common flu that you're thinking of... yes strictly speakly, it's not me who caught the flu but my stomach haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="crstopictitle"&gt; &lt;h1 class="crstitle"&gt;              &lt;strong class="crsbold"&gt;Stomach Flu (Viral Gastroenteritis)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;!-- end_text_title --&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="crsheading"&gt;&lt;strong class="crsbold"&gt;What is stomach flu?&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p class="crsp"&gt;Stomach flu is a viral infection that affects the stomach  and small intestine.  It is also called viral  gastroenteritis.  The illness is usually brief, lasting 1 to  3 days.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="crsheading"&gt;&lt;strong class="crsbold"&gt;How does it occur?&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p class="crsp"&gt;Many different viruses can cause gastroenteritis, including  rotaviruses, adenoviruses, and the Norwalk virus.   Gastroenteritis is caused by swallowing one of these  viruses.  The body fluids of infected people contain the  virus, sometimes even before their symptoms begin.  The  virus can be spread by direct contact with an infected  person (for example, kissing or shaking hands) or by sharing  food, drink, or eating utensils.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="crsp"&gt;The virus enters the stomach and intestine and inflames the  lining of these organs.  As a result, the stomach and  intestine are temporarily unable to perform their usual  functions.  The virus can also cause food to move more  rapidly through your gastrointestinal (GI) tract.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="crsp"&gt;Some bacteria, parasites, medicines, or other medical  conditions can cause infections that have symptoms similar  to those of stomach flu.  If your symptoms are unusually  severe or last longer than a few days, your health care  provider can determine if the diarrhea is caused by a virus  or by something else.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="crsheading"&gt;&lt;strong class="crsbold"&gt;What are the symptoms?&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p class="crsp"&gt;When you have stomach flu, you may have one or more of the  following symptoms:  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul class="crsul"&gt; &lt;li class="crsli"&gt;nausea  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="crsli"&gt;vomiting  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="crsli"&gt;stomach cramps  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="crsli"&gt;diarrhea  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="crsli"&gt;mild fever &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="crsli"&gt;fatigue  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="crsli"&gt;chills  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="crsli"&gt;loss of appetite  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="crsli"&gt;muscle aches.   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="crsp"&gt;The illness may develop over a period of hours, or it may  suddenly start with stomach cramps, vomiting, or diarrhea.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h2 class="crsheading"&gt;&lt;strong class="crsbold"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.med.umich.edu/1libr/aha/aha_gastroen_crs.htm"&gt;More on stomach flu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways yes, it was a sudden onset of symptoms and I just started feeling nausea, then vomit and diarrhea... So I rushed to see a doc late thursday nite, took the medication and slept for like more than 20hrs for the next 24hrs.... Sadly, Fri was my D&amp;D!!! And I had to give it a miss, it was to be held at The Jewel Box at Mount Faber. I had prepared the costume and accessories for the 70s theme... We even had arrangement for cable car.... My 1st D&amp;amp;D of the company.... SO sad!!!! But I didn't have the energy to dress up, to make my way there and I knew even if I made it there, I won't be enjoying myself, I'll be tired and what if something happened to me there? And my colleagues won't be able to enjoy themselves if they had to keep a lookout for me.... So I gave up the idea. After all, I fainted on that fateful afternoon. Like I said, I was lying on bed for almost the whole day and the instant I tried to get out of bed to washup, I blackout in the toilet. Ok I didn't fall on the floor or wat but I prepared to sit on the toilet bowl because I knew I wil hit the floor when I saw total blackness haha. I think the medication was too strong. I hate to drink syrup medicine but I had to... I would always ask for cough tablets if I was given the syrup. Anyway the medication made me feel very weak and drowsy... And without any appetite I guess my blood pressure went pretty low (I measured today it was 80plus/50plus), cos I survived solely on fluid and not alot of fluid too..... Anyway I'm alot better now, just that my appetite is pretty small and stil having diarrhea... Like the article has mentioned, the onset of the virus is rapid, last only a couple of days but takes awhile before everything returns to normal... I stopped taking the medicine for fear of feeling weak thou I still felt abit daze this morning....I have to return to work tml... so sad...  I actually had my wkend planned out nicely! Fri was D&amp;amp;D then suntan and chalet over the wkend.... But haiz all gone... So I gotta plan my nx wkend nicely haha but nowadays, as age is catching up, we seldom have chalet anymore.... I miss BBQ food!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-113430956156044463?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/113430956156044463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=113430956156044463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/113430956156044463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/113430956156044463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2005/12/weak.html' title='WEAK'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-113302862464278725</id><published>2005-11-26T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T13:29:11.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TAOISM</title><content type='html'>Fresh from David Tao's Love Can Concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really superb. He never fails to impress me and leave an impact. I mean his music is still as good, his vocal is still as powerful, and he puts in so much time and effort in preparing the sound and stage.... Look, how many singers actually rearrange their music for the concert? Most singers perform at their concerts in an identical way they did their album, then what is the purpose of attending the concert when you'll be better off listening to the CD? Firstly, it saves you a hundred near two hundred bucks, secondly it spares you from the off ket notes that he/she might hit (or isit keys that he/she fail to hit?). Oh and he specially arranged a medly of english songs that he loved, (and I loved too) for the Singapore audience. Many people at the concert loved them haha. He claimed that the songs were of his era and only people of 30 yrs and above might be more familiar. I protest! Cos I know them pretty welll yah haha. He came off stage twice and I could see people practically grabbing his biceps and touching him all over! He himself said he was being touched and claimed it was scary haha.... This time round, the stage was so much more fanciful oh and how can I forget his costumes. Just enough to reveal his well toned body... Haha. See I like guys with good build but are lean (not skinny!!). Good build meaning he works out, has abs, and chest muscle, it doesn't just mean big size nor meaty! And I don't like guys who are too over built.... or stocky....Build must come with height. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh back to Dave. He really cannot remember his lyrics for nuts! Even with the help of like what, 4 plasma TV on the stage floor?? But his reaction when he totally messed up a part of a song was damn cute haha. It's such a pleasure and enjoyment to see him sing.... We all know how powerful his vocal is. But it just melts me to see him singing with his eyes closed, so engrossed in his song. Ok I love guys who are musically inclined, especially if they sing well. I mean he's simply talented. Yes yes I love talented guys haha. Compared to other artistes who play so much on stage effects and costumes and visual effects, I think I'm already very contented with David singing right in front of me. Yes, I did mention that things are alot more fanciful compared to Soul Power Live, but still his vocal and music are the most important and they make up the basis for everything. Oh yah, Dave was literally standing right in front of me, cos I was at the front few rows and at the first seat from the middle of the aisle, so he was very near me haha I could see his features on stage clearly, without having to look at the big TV screen at all haha. Tao papa and Tao mama were also very near me, how I wish I could just walk between them and make my way to the backstage after the concert haha. Well, I realised I sang from the very first song to the last haha. I love singing.... And I would be so glad to just be a part of the band, the backup vocals. In case you think I'm fascinating about Dave, I have to admit to certain degree, I am. haha but I love him for his music more than anything else. I mean he is not like Lee Hom, the more than average looking guy.... Dave is just normal looking, well even though he started off looking err.... abit off haha. But everything else about him makes him look good, if you get what I mean.... He's just this seriously charismatic man, with this maturity, attitude and ability that sweeps me off my feet... There's just... something about him. So if I can find a talented guy, with good build(please follow my guidlines strictly) and who can sing well, then no need to think, I'll grab him! haha oops let's not forget the average looking critera haha. Cannot be way off lah, otherwise it won't help regardless of how talented and well-built he is.... Hey I'm just being honest ok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I was damn pissed by this stupid idiot who came to tell us and some other audience to sit down cos they can't see. Later I realised they=he and his gf. I was like WTH!!! I wanted to tell him off but before I could someone replied OK. TMD, I came to enjoy myself at a concert, if you like to sit down so much, sit at home and watch TV lah!! And then why can't you stand if you can't see, why must we accomodate you by sitting??!! I found out later that they also stand throughout some songs but it just so happened that they were sitting down when we chose to stand for a certain song. They even rushed to the front when Dave came off stage. If you are so enthu then shouldn't you stand as well!! First time I see audience asking other audience to sit down. I'm already bloody pissed with the fat usher who keeps pacing around or standing still within my sight. Please think of your bloody body mass when you wanna stand somewhere ok! Although he didn't block my view, having him within my sight was such a sore! Anyway these are only small episodes of unhappiness, nothing beats Dave haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm going mad. But I really find him very charming leh.... He's the man! Can find me someone close? Close can liao, after all there can only be one David Tao haha. Actually to be serious I think I love his music more.... I admire and respect his music, there's a meaning and story behind every song and every song is made and sang differently, I could feel the different emotions... Ok i'm going too much into music AGAIN! haha I love music, but sadly I'm not very musically inclined, at least not with instruments yah.... nvm nvm find a musically inclined bf can liao hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I just wish to tell people who had wanted to go but missed or gave up this concert for one reason or another, it's such a shame... What a pity, I wished you guys enjoyed like I did.... Anyway one song which he sang at his concert, made me felt very strongly for it. I like this song alot all the while, it can't fit me more man.... depicts what I'm going through. Called twenty-two (er shi er) Will post the lyrics up :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-113302862464278725?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/113302862464278725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=113302862464278725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/113302862464278725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/113302862464278725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2005/11/taoism.html' title='TAOISM'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-113275659877299225</id><published>2005-11-23T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T09:36:38.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled 3</title><content type='html'>Christmas is round the corner!! It's the festive season that I love the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, it doesn't snow here....&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the ambience is not very good here....&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I don't have someone special to celebrate with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha ok la.. that's sthg that cannot be rushed into.... But I just have the feeling that it won't get any easier, now that I'm driving.... I think it's a turn off to guys haha. See, guys being egoistic, will probably shun me, if they don't own a car. I believe most guys will not want their girlfriends to drive them around. And even if the girl lets him drive, the guy will somehow feel inferior, cos he's driving his gf's car! Ok i can't say for all guys, but I think most would think so.... So a car-less guy won't date a girl who owns a car... But if he does then prolly he's the chi-ruan-fan type, who go for the girl precisely because she owns a car! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I being too diminishing here?? Hmm on second thoughts.... prolly not hhaha I still believe guys are very ego!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how? Look for a guy who owns a car.... Look for a guy who wants to chauffer me around... I still prefer to be chauffered around than drive, cos I can sleep in the car and there's no need for me to be on alert mode even when I'm dead tired.... And I suck at directions... I'll be handicapped without the street directory.... Think I'll be going around in circles!! There'r so many things I have to improve on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to guys... I just told Wee that I'll take just anyone who comes along now haha... for the sake of Christmas! Ok I was just joking.... I've always been saying that... But how to just anyhow accept one rite?! Otherwise I won't be so very single now haha Well girls can live without guys... I mean there are alot of time where I feel so carefree, without commitments, I can go out with whoever I want to and when I don't feel like going out, I can just stay home. There's no need for me to answer to anyone and I can plan my own schedule.... But of cos people do feel vulnerable at times yah.. haha especially when u r down or ill... I guess there's always two sides to a coin....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-113275659877299225?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/113275659877299225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=113275659877299225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/113275659877299225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/113275659877299225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2005/11/untitled-3.html' title='Untitled 3'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-113215282449529571</id><published>2005-11-16T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T10:10:16.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashing in the day</title><content type='html'>I should be studying but I'm not... Having my induction test on fri... it constitutes to part of my probation... Put that aside first... Procrastinate procrastinate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think I should update my blog cos I finally have something to write on! haha... well not something I am proud of but well it's just.... news..... haha&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I met the/a flasher.... AGAIN! The reason I can't decide to use "the" or "a" flasher is cos I've met one I think early this yr or last year and I can't recognise if he's the same flasher... But same tactic though... Pulled down his pants outside the lift... didn't dare to come in... this time round he walked towards me while I was in the lift and I tot he wanted to come into the lift....then for a split second I wondered why he stayed outside then I realised he pulled his pants a lil... This time he only showed his boxers, the other time I could see everything.. Anyway I gave him a disgusted look when I realised something was wrong and the door was already half closed. Maybe bcos I didn't react too strongly, (actually I think not much of a reaction) he kicked the lift door when it closed, prolly feeling sore that he didn't achieve what he wanted... He must be pyscho... cos he didn't dare to do anything but stay outside the lift. The previous time, the flasher followed me up in another lift and I caught a glimpse of him as I closed my house door... If anyone of u recalled, the other time the 2 police officers who came over were VERY good looking, this time round, only one was Okay.... the other is hmm CMI, the okay officer told me to take care after taking my statement... was quite farnie.. I mean they were pretty inefficient... took some time to arrive....but he's a lefty!! Oh lest u didn't noe, yes i proudly admit that I have a fetish for lefty!! Oh and I got a ride round the neighbourhood in a patrol car the previous time but it didn't happen this time, I admit I was expecting one...Hahaha Ok that's not the point... Point is I saw this flasher at like 5.30pm at my void deck.... the previous time was like ard 4.30pm... Can u believe it? at such time of a day.... Hougang-ers just be careful lah... many such insane ple ard... what to do.. we stay near IMH which is Siao Lang Geng for ur info haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*oops and I forgot to add... this flasher is a young boy! same as the previous time.... He looks ard 15 or 16 to me....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I guess some of you could feel that I wasn't feeling exactly good the past few days... many things going through my mind and to take care of... But I realised there's no point stressing myself out and worrying too much cos it doesn't help the situation at all, if any, only aggravates it... So just give ur best and be open-minded... I've finally straightened out my thoughts and Thanks for all the advice and jiayous to everyone who cared... And special thanks to Angie... talking to you over lunch was of a great help...you made me see light haha we'll see each other often! :D I'm writing to you though I know u dun read my blog haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-113215282449529571?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/113215282449529571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=113215282449529571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/113215282449529571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/113215282449529571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2005/11/flashing-in-day.html' title='Flashing in the day'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-113137803414298145</id><published>2005-11-07T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T10:40:34.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clumsy One</title><content type='html'>Clumsy me fell off the bus today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maluating... Yes I think it's funny, to those who had seen me fall but people who hear from me about the fall would think it's a misfortune.... Was carrying my handbag and detailing bag then, can imagine how pathetic I looked....fumbling and tumbling.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was alighting the bus and somehow caught myself at the steps and fell head down.... Frantically grabbed the side handle of the bus door, which fortunately halt me from falling flat on the ground, from the bus steps. Otherwise my face will hit the pavement first. My heels snapped, I'm not sure if it's the strap that caused me to fall after it snapped or i caused it to snap after I fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leg hurt and with a broken heel, all I could do was sit at the bus stop and wait for rescue. Damsel in distress. Luckily was near home, so my fmly could fetch me. Surprisingly I sustained no visible injuries, just some peeling the size of a 20 cent coin. But it's the hit on the bone that was painful. Ohoh... internal injury. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways thanks to the nice lady who alighted before me and had walked a distance while I fell. Nice enough of her to turn back and gave me a hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-113137803414298145?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/113137803414298145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=113137803414298145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/113137803414298145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/113137803414298145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2005/11/clumsy-one.html' title='The Clumsy One'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-113126013517291194</id><published>2005-11-06T01:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T01:55:35.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zouk-in (or out)</title><content type='html'>Yes, so we did go clubbing in the end. But now, they don't allow people to club between zouk n phuture via the internal passage... How sad! Was more angry then haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a couple of cuties, in fact most of the guys there that nite were pretty good looking, and some of them were real nice, yah Shoi hahaha, namely the pink(which I insisted is orange), the red and the white, oh and the cool one in banner and trucker. Needless to say much, all's written in Shoi's &lt;a href="http://shishoi.blogspot.com/2005/11/zouking.html"&gt;Zouking&lt;/a&gt; entry. So the next time will definitely be Phuture, and thank god I've found my clubbing kakis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-113126013517291194?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/113126013517291194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=113126013517291194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/113126013517291194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/113126013517291194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2005/11/zouk-in-or-out.html' title='Zouk-in (or out)'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-113085983561482142</id><published>2005-11-01T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T10:43:55.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's in Need of a Chill</title><content type='html'>I officially announce that meLis is hooked on chilling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha I've been rather depressed after visiting Jennie's blog (yes, everytime) that my life is nothing but a boring and mundane count of days... Her life is soooo happening, chilling and clubbing almost every other day. I mean many of the guys in states are studying at the age of 25 without having to worry about looking for a job when they graduate, about supporting their family, about working their life away.... And here I am, at a "tender" age of 22, on my very first job, not knowing what the future lies of me. But I can't complain about my job though, it's something I have been looking for and I know I will really love and enjoy. So let's keep my fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well any bit of ill feeling was erased by the ktv-ing session and chilling sessions lately.... It was nice to just hang out with my girlfriends and colleagues on different occasion at Harry's (Esplanade) and Paulaner Brauhaus(Millenia Walk).... Some guy by the name of John was throwing his 21st birthday bash at Harry's and his friends were hmm not bad looking yah, i mean both guys and gals haha but the gals look a tad older... thou they must have been the same age... Shoi and I were thinking why don't we have such funky guys in our circle of friends? And I realised Shoi and I do share a fair bit of similarities... over the type of guys we go for. Virgos! haha Tell me about it!!! Chilling with my colleagues was nice too, talked alot man and of cos got to know them alot better, of cos only the younger batch was invited haha. Some of them went to Zouk after that, I wanted to join but was feeling lousy in my working attire, it just doesn't fit in. Most of them had gone home to change prior to the chilling session. It was Halloween then... Damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha but that really got me grooving... so tml will be clubbing nite!! :D Die die also must go... shoi and I have been hunting hard for friends to go along with, cos sadly we dun hv friends who club alot.... or even abit.... well finally managed to rope in a couple! So looking forward yah.. haven been clubbing ok.... :D Dun tell me I'm not a "guai1" gal.... Clubbing doesn't equate to bad... All I can say is different lifestyle I guess (quote from Shannon). But it's not like I care! After all we prefer bad guys yah hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-113085983561482142?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/113085983561482142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=113085983561482142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/113085983561482142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/113085983561482142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2005/11/whos-in-need-of-chill.html' title='Who&apos;s in Need of a Chill'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-113020968608295232</id><published>2005-10-24T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T23:13:22.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkish Talk</title><content type='html'>Now my blog has become a weekly journal haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah dun even feel like touching the computer when I get home... thou I can msn while I'm in the office haha, but now's my honeymoon period, cos I'm still undergoing training but it's gonna end very soon! I'm going on field (or to war) from next month, althou will be starting with a couple of joint calls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actuali, I blogged last thurs or so, but after i type i dunno what i pressed and everything was gone... it was a msn conversation that I blogged on and I had closed the window and it's not saved in the history as I was using the webmessenger... So in the end the blog didn't happen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so from my failing memory, I shall try to recollect the very short conversation.. I was at work that afternoon and was bored to tears cos the topics I was studying were very dry! I saw this unfamiliar name on my msn list, so I clicked on his nick and initiated a conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;LEGEND&lt;br /&gt;M=Melis&lt;br /&gt;T=Him&lt;br /&gt;_______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;M: Hi U r?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: ne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: ?? Hmm how come I have ur name on my list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: You are webcam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: ??? I am webcam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Yes. I am baro &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(I think so lah can't rem his name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: hmm okie...I think I mite hv added u by mistake, thinking u r a friend of mine... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: yes mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: mine friend girlfriend on webcam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: eh dun undertstand... nvm, where r u from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: yes webcam&lt;br /&gt;T: english were bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: ??? which country are u from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Turkey. u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Singapore&lt;br /&gt;M: Ok cya ard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T: Webcam&lt;br /&gt;T: Yes pls&lt;br /&gt;T:online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: BYE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story... really cannot decipher what greek he's writing haha... ok ple turkish cannot blame... but I've talked to one turkish who speaks good english thou most r bad... U must be thinking how come I talk to so many turkish? I also dunno y... In the era of icq, i'll get turkish who icq me thou I have unchecked the "random chat" box... then now in msn i'll get turkish who add me.. and bcos i dunno who they r thru the email prompt, i'll usually just add them... only to discover they r turkish... i've since blocked many turkish in fact all of them haha&lt;br /&gt;Anah anah, u must be thinking, my true love must be some turkish guy... affinity... Dio boh??! hahaha CHOI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-113020968608295232?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/113020968608295232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=113020968608295232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/113020968608295232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/113020968608295232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2005/10/turkish-talk.html' title='Turkish Talk'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-112940475165615526</id><published>2005-10-15T15:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T15:32:31.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond The Live Story</title><content type='html'>Just got back from Beyond concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word. HIGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could have been "more high" if I've got better seats, cos the floor people were standing throughout. Rare thing you'll see at Singapore concert. The ushers are not so strict now but it's just that people aren't used to standing to watch a concert. And it feels weird for you to stand when u see that people in your sector are all rooted to their chairs, u wonder how people will look at u if u r the only fool standing and waving happily. But that's not the way to enjoy a concert. I dunno, but I feel high when I go for concerts and I pay because I like the singer so much, I wanna enjoy myself. So I just find it strange that some people can just glue themselves faithfully to their seats throughout the whole concert, not singing along or waving or anything at all. I can understand if they had gotten the tixs free, but if you bought ur tix and still sat down quietly I think it's a waste of your money. So of cos I'm always one of the fools who stand for 3/4 of the concert. I always remember the best concert as Power Station's concert, with 3 encore, and they had to repeat the songs they had sung cos they had run out off all songs that they had planned and practiced for the concert, as well as after some impromptu performances. Well right from the start, Beyond declared that there'll be no encore, and that they will sing all the songs once and for all. I guess this has to do with their determination to break up, an encore means you'll come on stage again. But to them, Beyond will be history and they'll no longer come together as a band. How sad. They really have great music and great vocals. Their live vocals and jam is impressive. All these years, they only make music of their own, without falling prey to the new music industry, Hong Kong in particular. This is what makes them so special, for more than twenty years. Their fans never stop supporting them, never stop loving their music all these 22 years, even with changes in band members and with the passing of Wong Ka Kui(Huang Jia Ju), who had left us for 12 years now.... The Hong Kong music industry no longer has a place for them despite their undying fans support and they know it, which is why they chose to leave behind a "Guang Hui Sui Yue". However, it was more of the disappointment and disgust they felt for the Hong Kong music industry/trend now that prompted their break up. For the past 2 decades they had tried very hard and worked very hard towards their music idea. They failed, they succeeded, they set the trend. But now the music trend and industry is no where near what they have been striving for, they had tried to revert the situation, but they feel they no longer have the ability to change anything nor give what the people want now, as Beyond. They would rather be remembered as Beyond forever than to only live in the glorious memories of their past peak. Hence the mutual decision to disband and go solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always liked Paul(Huang Guan Zhong), but i discovered Ka Kueng(Huang Jia Qiang) is very cute too, especially when he smiles, cos he seldom smile. Ka Kui (Jia Ju) is still the cutest. And after my friend pointed out Ka Keung looks like Ah Shin from Mayday, I see the resemblence. I can sense he's bitterness when he sang to his bro Ka Kui (Jia Ju).... I dunno if it's real or if he had been doing this for all the concerts but I prefer to think it is genuine. After all I had seen him and the band sob so badly during one of the concerts while singing "Hai Kuo Tian Kong", look out for the concert version mtv.... Of cos now the emotions are not that strong, but it doesn't mean they no longer feel for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess they weren't very high, of cos not as high as they were at the recent Hong Kong concert. Though the audience were already quite active for Singapore's standard, we are nowhere near the Hong Kong standard. During their last 3 songs when people just rushed down to as close as they could get to the stage, I could see the edge of Ka Kueng's lip lifted a few times, he was smiling, and trying not to show it. It can melt a heart. Paul pointed to one fan and said this should be a light-hearted departure, so don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No encore, as they had promised earlier. That's simply the spirit of Beyond, determination and perseverance, firm in their decision; regardless of whether it is in making their music or to disband, in spite of the thousands and millions of joint petition to plead with them to give up this idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photo.boxup.cc/photo/albumphoto/vy25/vy250025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photo.boxup.cc/photo/albumphoto/vy25/vy250025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thanks to Mr. Chua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-112940475165615526?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/112940475165615526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=112940475165615526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112940475165615526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112940475165615526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2005/10/beyond-live-story.html' title='Beyond The Live Story'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-112884398005133370</id><published>2005-10-09T03:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T03:46:20.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.............</title><content type='html'>Haven been blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been plain lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I just can't be bothered to come online, except to check mails and look out for cars. Not that it's my new found passion, but I just need to get one. It can get quite distressing, especially when you dunno what to get, which model is good, cost-saving, forget about the specs, engine, pick-up etc etc, I know nuts. But I need one. Cheap. Don't wanna be too burdened by the installments and loan. But yet doesn't look too bad or is not too lousy. Hard to please.... I always am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(At this point of time, I forgot what I had written, cos for the very 1st time, blogger has just refreshed my page for some unknown reason, without me doing anything, so what i had written previously is gone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this is the first week of work in my new company. All I can say is I enjoy it and I'm glad I am. I know my friends are too. Thanks. I'm rather busy lately cos I'm under one month of intensive studying, which invloves lotsa studying and read up, which includes knowing the drugs I'm selling, the diseases they treat, cause and effects of the diseases, how the drugs curbs it, efficacy, adverse events and the clinical papers. Not forgetting tests. Much like back to school, something which I really miss, but I realised I've lost my ability to concentrate while studying after barely less than 6 mths. Which is why I'm blogging instead of studying. Haven touched on the clinical papers yet and I'm starting ona new drug tml. I'm the only student to my trainer, so it's like a one to one lecture cum tutorial, finding myself dumb-founded when she throws qns at me.... Had a day of joint calling, which meant field attachment with my mentor. Was at CGH and NUH and well most of the trainee doctors are ermz surprisingly young and promising haha. The rest of the prof are some old man... and the 30 or 40 odd specialist are some rather mean and attitude bunch of people. Forever acting busy. So my chance of diao jin gui is only limited to the young and promising which sadly, I won't be approaching or selling my drugs to haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri was spent at Mandarin Marina for some sales campaign. Finally get to meet my whole sales team and they are a bunch of friendly people. I've got lots to learn from them, looking at the way they handle questions and give replies readily, I'm just blown away. So when we had a couple of minutes free, the sales manager asked me to intro myself, and opened to the floor to throw qns at me. Each of them had to ask me one... so I was liked asked 10 odd qns... They cheeckily asked if I'm attached and started introducing the single and available guys in our team hahah then find out if I like to sing and dance, so they were trying to sabotage me during our annual DnD..... Well, that's what every newcomer has to go through, at least that's what my senior said... Hope to enjoy myself more and hopefully, there'll be a new med rep to join me in training soon so I won't be so lonely! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post have been revolving ard my work.... hmm cos that's the environment I'm in....  How about something more interesting??? hmmm otherwise will end up like GM, whose blog is about dragon boat and studies.... Mine's even sadder only got one variety....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-112884398005133370?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/112884398005133370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=112884398005133370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112884398005133370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112884398005133370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='.............'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-112826206629099973</id><published>2005-10-02T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T11:38:22.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Déjà vu</title><content type='html'>Anguish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devastated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emotions when I heard I heard the Bali sucidal bomb attack, once again. Hatred to a certain extent. So much so I feel the terrorists deserved the same treatment, to be punished, to be killed and wiped out. But if we can and did the same, how different would we be from them? It just makes me wonder, what did we do to aggrevate them to resort to such means, for one we didn't try to attack or hurt them in the same way they did. But the world is not fair, it doesn't mean if you treat people in a way, they have to treat you the same too. Sometimes I just wonder, how can they treat human lives like that, how can they feel nothing when they are also hurting their own fellow people, how can they even sacrifice their own lives, how can they be brain-washed to such an extent?? But then again they are terrorist. If they have thought of all these, they will not be who they have become. We believe in different God, no doubt, but Allah never thought them to kill. I just cannot imagine what kinda education they had, what values they were inculcated. And I have to say I am only directing these at the terrorist, not all Muslims or Malay behave in the same way. At least, those that I know of do not harbor such evil thoughts in any way. And I can say so for all, if not most of them in our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think of the terrorist as evil beings, who wreck havoc, we condemn such acts and we admonish them. Ironically, they think the same of us. But what can we do? Only to indentify and pick them out, after incidents like that happen. We have put up layers and layers of defenses but it doesn't guarantee the successful eviction of such happenings. After all they are the ones who are in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only Allah could punish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dear God*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刚刚看完六点半的新闻 那悲剧又重演&lt;br /&gt;有个妈妈拿着儿子的相片 期盼他会出现&lt;br /&gt;看不下那画面 我转过头却开始流泪&lt;br /&gt;是惩罚是考验 还要有多少的心碎&lt;br /&gt;爱 爱 在这个世界上爱已被忘记&lt;br /&gt;谁都不相信 谁都不相信 相信爱&lt;br /&gt;哎 哎 真理和公平都变成了笑话&lt;br /&gt;我不愿意住在这样的城市里&lt;br /&gt;话题都围绕在腥色羶暴力 有八卦没想法&lt;br /&gt;计算逃避人人都在玩游戏 没有钱没人理你&lt;br /&gt;我心里很愤怒 只能冷酷让自己麻木&lt;br /&gt;拿生命做赌注 这些疯狂还要多久&lt;br /&gt;爱 爱 在这个世界上有没有意义&lt;br /&gt;没有人在乎 没有人在乎 没有爱&lt;br /&gt;哎 哎 我真的很想要开口骂脏话&lt;br /&gt;不是我的错 不是我的错 别怪我&lt;br /&gt;Dear God 为什么你闭上眼不想想办法&lt;br /&gt;装做看不见 装做看不见 告诉我&lt;br /&gt;哎 哎 告诉我把爱找回来的方法&lt;br /&gt;因为我无法离开这个鬼地方&lt;br /&gt;(我没有办法离开 这个鬼地方 这个鬼地方)&lt;br /&gt;它还是我的家&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刚刚看完远方传来的消息&lt;br /&gt;像恶梦在继续 给点力量让自己能活下去&lt;br /&gt;Dear God 你在哪里&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-112826206629099973?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/112826206629099973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=112826206629099973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112826206629099973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112826206629099973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2005/10/dj-vu.html' title='Déjà vu'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-112810984032832577</id><published>2005-09-30T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T16:22:22.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Full House!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/photo34161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/400/photo3416.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished watching my Full House DVD!!! So nice.... Rain is soooo cute, especially when he smiles.... I love guys with nice smile. Of cos Song Hye Gyo is cute too, think she finally had a breakthrough, she can do more than those petite, weak, crybaby female lead who lives a sad life... Should listen to the "Three Little Bears" song she sung haha, I've decided to use that as my msg tone(once I get down to transferring to my phone that is). OK all I have to say is I'm totally smitten with Rain, even though I already was hahaha. *Insanely happy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.kbs.co.kr/cms/ICSFiles/thumbnail/2004/07/06/11_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.kbs.co.kr/cms/ICSFiles/thumbnail/2004/07/06/11_s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute Rain, can sing and dance damn well la. Hot Bod! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.kbs.co.kr/cms/ICSFiles/thumbnail/2004/07/06/1_6_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.kbs.co.kr/cms/ICSFiles/thumbnail/2004/07/06/1_6_s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute Song Hye Gyo, the chubbiest cutest korean actress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.kbs.co.kr/cms/ICSFiles/thumbnail/2004/07/06/10_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.kbs.co.kr/cms/ICSFiles/thumbnail/2004/07/06/10_s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy's hot! Good looking!! Based on his looks, will prolly be popular soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.kbs.co.kr/cms/ICSFiles/thumbnail/2004/07/06/9_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.kbs.co.kr/cms/ICSFiles/thumbnail/2004/07/06/9_s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got class, n elegant looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've quit my stupid job and going over to the MNC which I mentioned. Can call me a job hopper but who cares to stay in this bloody company who makes me pay them 30 bucks for the printing of my namecards, stating as a loss they incurred, when I haven't even got the namecards yet! God knows if they have even sent for printing! Sent to print in Malaysia so cheapo and cost 30bucks?? Then why send to Malaysia when it's more ex since from what I know can get cheaper in Singapore?? It was reasonable to make me pay them back one day of salary cos they had paid me til the 30th when I quit on the 29th, but the namecards?? RIDICULOUS. Well I could have made a fuss outta that and refused to pay but I just wanted to leave them immediately without having anything to do with them ever again!! So when the accountant sounded so desperate for me to pay them on the very day, I asked my dad over and issued a cheque to them, even though they told me later that it's ok for me to send them e cheque or transfer to their account. KNS, I told them no need, I'll get my dad here! Can't be bothered with my Lady boss, I just left the hp and cheque on her desk while she was on the phone and walked away. My colleague was like so disgusted when I told her about this, so we exchanged a number of sms secretly in the office haha. She told me to just pay them the miserable sum and never look back! haha and she said she won't stay long in this company too. The boss wanted to send her overseas to attend a seminar but she had to pay for everything through her own credit card first. As if it wasn't bad enough he wanted her to pay for another staff from the Jarkata office, using her credit card too. And mentioned that the lady boss is angry with him for apply a supplementary card for the Jarkata staff... My colleague was like so?? none of my business , she angry then I have to pay for the Jarkata lady?? RIDICULOUS!!! And it was then that I know the staff had to book their flights and room if they were sent overseas. This kinda thing shud be done by the secretary what, which happens to be the lady boss. Then I heard many juicy stories like having to employ working permit themself, not allowed to take half day leave to collect the permit, when in the first place the employer has to arrange for it!, the bosses showing black face to people who take urgent leave... etc.... and plus the lousy benefits and contract terms which I can't state here.... All these makes my leaving a good decision! Let's hope I'll be happier with a change of environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/Image%28132%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/Image%28132%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cute lil cat I found and lost....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/stuart%20little%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/stuart%20little%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who it is!! hahaha My bro underwent some course for photoshop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Aza Aza fighting!!=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-112810984032832577?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/112810984032832577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=112810984032832577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112810984032832577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112810984032832577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2005/10/full-house_01.html' title='Full House!!'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-112758322524446390</id><published>2005-09-24T13:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T13:33:45.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Week</title><content type='html'>It has been an eventful hence tiring week, Haha I've been out the whole wk, everyday after work, that explains why.... If you still dunno, yes the past thursday was my birthday. Thanks to everyone who celebrated with/for me, and those who sms me. Thanks for remembering and putting the effort. So I've been meeting up with friends for the past week, since last weekend for dinner and ktv..... Nothing much on that but I do have some pix taken on the celebrations which I haven got from my frens yet. And I promised to put up Yijia's action pack singing haha damn farnie la this guy, many many action. Too bad we weren't in time to film him singing Alex Toh's Tuo Diao. Haha. And Zhiyong, you still owe me a birthday kiss! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my birthday itself, my bro fetched me on the way to get my birthday cake and cos he had to park the car, he asked me to collect the cake, which was kinda weird.... Collect my own cake... then the lady obviously didn't know the cake was for me, how the hell would she know. So she asked me how old (meaning how many candles I want). which was again very weird....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I realise many people's birthdays fall on September. I attended a 21st birthday chalet today and heading for another one tml. Very shiong on the pocket leh lidat... and it doesn't help that I've been taking cab often, cos i'll be very tired at the end of the day after going out from work and thinking that I have to wake up early the next day to work, I'll decide to take a cab. Spending alot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this cute lil kitten was hanging around my corridor one night. My bro spotted it when he got home late one day and we started to play with it and fed it, until this certain guy stepped out from the lift and said in a very nice tone that he is bringing the cat home. So we supposed the kitten is his. Then 2 days later we saw the kitten again at the same corridor and it seemed really hungry cos it kept meowing, so i feed it with water and tuna. That supposed owner actually didn't bring it home but made a sorta bed for it with a pillow in a shoe box and definitely didn't feed it!! Anyway the main thing was the kitten followed us home!! haha it was so cute it didn't dare to follow straight so as it walked it hid itself along the way so it won't be seen by us hahaha. Then it came right up to me in front of my house and i cuddled it a lil, it ran straight into my house!! Of cos my mum screamed.... My mum doesn't like small animals, she thinks they are dirty. So no choice my bro carried it out and let go of it, then it ran into my house again haha. This time my mum got realli angry I had to carry it all the way up to it's "bed". I felt so sad and bad... How I wish I could keep it, It kept meowing, I think it didn't want to leave us.... The next morning when I left for work I saw it near my house but I didn't have time to play with it for long.... But the sad thing was, my cousin called me while I was out after work to tell me that the kitten had gone to the 2nd floor on its own and couldn't find its way back... I searched for it when I got home late that night but I couldn't find it again... I even bought milk on the way back to feed it.... But I think it wandered away...Now every time I got home, I'll check if it's around its bed. My dad promised that if I can find it I can keep it, but the main problem is my mom.... Haiz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway another eventful incident when I was on my way home just now... Was on a bus and somehow halfway I smelled something pungent, saw many people in the bus standing up, turned and saw smoke inside the bus. I dunno wat caught fire but I was standing right in front of the exit so I got down immediately when the bus stopped. I still dunno what happened after alighting cos it looked perfectly ok outside. Got on to another bus only to meet a reckless driver. Closes the door before all passengers alighted, and did not pull the brake when stopping so the bus jerked forward while passengers were boarding.... Then the most exciting happened when I sat down beside this guy, who looked almost the same age as me, perhaps a little younger. He was reading his advanced theory book when his fren called. After piecing together all the conversation from the many phone calls he made, the story goes something like this.... He(call him A) had made an enemy in school and somehow after the matter had rest, this guy is still bu shuang with him. So A's fren (B) was on the bus just now and met a fren of the enemy. This enemy's friend bad mouthed A, B was unhappy and confronted him. But the enemy's friend followed B when he got down the bus, called his gang of frens over(what we call diao zui. not pia zui, cos the latter refers to the action), and one of them chased after him with a knife.... The frightened boy ran home of cos and called A. haha I heard A telling another fren over the phone (after his fren told him dunno what) that the if he kept on calling, by the time he finish informing, C would be hacked to death haha He called C, told him to be careful lest the guys loiter around his home laying attack, and he dunno how to help him, except to confront his enemy.... Complicated huh? End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Anyone has good lobangs on getting cars? Or know of some reliable car owner? My fren's getting a car....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-112758322524446390?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/112758322524446390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=112758322524446390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112758322524446390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112758322524446390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-week.html' title='My Week'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-112714440128928583</id><published>2005-09-19T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T11:40:01.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily-Weekly</title><content type='html'>This will be a busy week.... and tiring.... will be out everyday after work.... But it means something too, that my frens love me haha. I'm glad I'm gonna meet my dear Erin this friday haven met her in ages! And congrats to her ROM nx wk! hee I'll be there gal, to share this special and xing fu moment of yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No reply from G*K yet....My agent says they take ages. I kinda got a shock today when my boss mentioned sthg abt blog.... I was stationed at biopolis today for an exhibition and he came in the morning. So he was taking pix of our booth and he wasked me if I wanna be in it, I was like noooooo..... Then he siad "Can put in your blog". I was taken aback... he knows I have a blog? He read it? Cos if you had been a faithful follower of my blog, then u would know that I mentioned about some other interview haha. The fact that I'm bringing this up again suggests that I'm pretty ok even if he reads this post, cos since he wud have read the previous. Lol. My cousin had warned me: I wonder what would happen if your boss reads your blog. I assured him nothing of that sort would happen since I didn't give anyone in my coy, my blog add. I didn't even give any of them my personal cell phone number. But of cos they do have it in my resume. My cousin added that who knows, there may be some link in the stupid friendster (yes, I quote him). Well, if my boss reads it too bad, get fired at the most. I'm not very sure if I can or want to stay in that job for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like I mentioned, I was at the biopolis exhibition the whole of today. half a day more tml. Got to know some nice sales exec, both gals and guys. The gals are extremely frenly, even suggested to lunch together next time, since we all cover more or less the same area, meaning NUS and Biopolis. We might be considered competitors but in actual fact, we focus on different products and I see no reason why we can't be frens. Business is business. Ok then the guys, pretty not bad, nice to talk with and ermz cute haha. One of the gal was actually working as a temp admin staff and we hit it off right away. So both of us went around, started talking to other sales rep. When I returned to my booth my stupid colleague, whom I have to share a terminal with, exclaimed : Wah, go talk to so many people, so fast thinking of changing job ah.... Damn sacarstic right? Damn, he's such a loser, my bro said he's prolly the type to back stab so I better not reveal too much to him when he asks me on how I feel about the company, always emphaisize that he is not one of the family member of the company, so can tell him this outsider. Everyday tell me the same thing, that he's not trying to scare me, this line have to work hard, pick up fast, starting is not easy and I have to adjust to working life, search myself to see if I'm actually for sales..... Aiyah rubbish! Even if it makes sense, anything that comes from him is rubbish! Gibberish! Nonsense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's quite easy to talk to sales people, I guess because we are all in sales, it comes naturally, just smile then start to talk talk... Then next step exchange name card. Lidat easily exchange number! hahahaha but then e hp number on my namecard isn't my personal cell phone number. So if i think this person can make a friend, I'll leave him/her my personal no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least now, I'm not so put off by my coy's products, I'm just not perticularly interested ins elling usch products. One day of exhibition does change opinions abit haha but then I think things will get alot better once I start going out. Cos I'm quite sian in the office and nothing to do. Once I reali establish contacts and go out to meet clients, I guess I'll learn more, since I will have to handle direct enquiry and not facing/memorising the catalogue which will never register. Learn on the job, that's what I feel, but my lady boss was like: what learn on the way, must learn fast leh!!! Hmmm ok lor..... I try..... Aiyah but going out to meet clients via taxi is quite inconvenient, since sometimes I have to carry the heavy catalogue, and very hard to eat snake with the evidence of taxi reciept. But then I wun buy a car now lah, haven even confirm. If i get into G*K, will need to have a car, that's the pre-requisite of the job. So people, listen up I don't have a car NOW and don't intend to buy just YET! Cos since my previous post, friends have been rather concern about me buying car and some even tot I have bot one... You think is go market buy vegetables huh, say buy then buy......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm gonna get my Nano!! Who's interested in buying my Shuffle?? Hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-112714440128928583?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/112714440128928583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=112714440128928583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112714440128928583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112714440128928583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2005/09/daily-weekly.html' title='Daily-Weekly'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-112653701813696736</id><published>2005-09-12T10:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T10:58:36.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>iPod Nano!!!!</title><content type='html'>Was thinking of trading my ipod shuffle for a mini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the lastest coolest product that caught me is.... ipod nano!!!!! Man! how cool! check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.apple.com/chatterbox/us/2005/09/nano/img/mainimage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.apple.com/chatterbox/us/2005/09/nano/img/mainimage.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a248.e.akamai.net/7/248/2041/1237/store.apple.com/Catalog/Singapore/Images/ipodx_family_050907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://a248.e.akamai.net/7/248/2041/1237/store.apple.com/Catalog/Singapore/Images/ipodx_family_050907.jpg" alt="" 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/10613414-112653701813696736?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/112653701813696736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=112653701813696736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112653701813696736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112653701813696736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2005/09/ipod-nano.html' title='iPod Nano!!!!'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-112653429407954375</id><published>2005-09-12T10:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T10:11:34.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On job &amp; Dengue</title><content type='html'>I'm finally blogging  again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised I forgot to blog on an interesting story, that is the process before I got my current job. Haha I took a cab down to the interview venue on that day and the cabbie was asking me what am I going there for etc. So I told him casually that I was heading for an interview. Outta nowhere he asked me if I believed in Jesus. I was like huh.... Oh I was from a Christian school.... Then he kept on asking if I believed and if I did, he can pray for me. So I was like Okie..... He started his prayer, asking me to repeat after him line after line. It was ok for the first few lines... but he kept going on.... until for like 5-7min.....so practically I was repeating after him for the whole journey.... And lastly, he told me if I believed then his prayer will work and that I'll have to go to church if God really showed mercy. I haven been to the church yet, I thought I should at least go one day to thank God :D. The nice cabbie gave me a booklet on his church and most importantly, he only asked for 4 bucks when the cab fare was actually 6plus. He told me money didn't matter, as long as I believed. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Heaven likes to play jokes on people. I was asked to go down for an interview by an established firm, IC*N (cannot disclose the full name lah haha) few days before I started work. I told them I'll be on a 3 mth temp assignment and they told me they'll get back to me if they needed someone after 3mths. It probably means gone case cause they needed someone immediately. I didn't lie, in fact my current job is a 3mth temp to perm position. Then today  my agent called me up, to go down for a 2nd interview at G*K, another big established firm. I was kinda lost, cos I had to work on the day they proposed for an interview. I told my agent to require for a reschedule. Then after I called home and told my mum about it, I decided to go ahead with the interview, and called my agent back. Luckily she couldn't get hold of the person in charge. Haha so I shall fake that I'm on MC cos anyway I don't have to produce the medical certificate since I can't claim while I'm still on probation haha. Anyways just go to try try lor.... see how... cos my current coy's benefits(salary aside) are rather lousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty worried that I'll be infected with dengue. Cos my neighbour's stupid maid failed to discard some water holding vessel. And when she removed the lid, many mosquitoes flew out...She even wanted to "recycle" the water and use it to water the plants!!! My house has been frequented by mosquitoes. My bro and I got bitten!!! Ahhh.... with the dengue endemic, it's hard not to feel freaky. So I shall hereby share some dengue knowledge haha there are 4 strains(variants) of dengue and each person can only be infected with dengue for up to 4 times in his enitre life, cos you'll be immuned to that very strain everytime you are infected. Oh but that is you can survive FOUR infections. Cos you usually die on the second infection, as it would very likely cause heamorrhagic fever. Or if you are infected by 2 strains at a time. Dengue is mainly spread by 2 types of Aedes mosquitoes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aedes aegypti&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aedes albopictus. &lt;/span&gt;They are called the vectors. Both have different feeding and breeding behaviour, but they usually bite during late afternoon and evening. I can't remember which is which but I remember one type likes clean water while the other likes dirty water. Since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A. aegypti &lt;/span&gt;is more the well-known one, I think it is the one that thrives in dirty water based on the dengue education. And one is rather small so it requires many bites since its feeding is small everytime, therefore infecting many human host. My prof has told me that in recent years, dengue is not usually contracted at home, but outside home, contrary to the government's effort to clean out homes and to drain any water vessels at home. Homes are clean, but it's usually those sewage, gutters, drains, construction sites that are contaminated. And fogging doesn't help, because by the time the dengue patient is identified, the incubation period of the virus in the mosquito and other infected human is already over. The mosquito would have flown to other places and found new human host. But dengue identification kit has improved the identification process tremendously. Dengue fever actually share similar symptoms like flu. But it is like serious flu, with greater agony and magnitude and with rapid onset of symptoms. Unlike flu where you'll slowly get runny nose etc. Can go and read up more on your own if you are interested haha. Wah this is alot of information already! lol. I love studying viruses and bacteria, I miss school!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, if you all had read TNP, it says that both chop-victims-up murderers share the same birthday.... April 16... freaky.... Any one with the same birth date around?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-112653429407954375?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/112653429407954375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=112653429407954375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112653429407954375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112653429407954375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2005/09/on-job-dengue.html' title='On job &amp; Dengue'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-112610301245689370</id><published>2005-09-07T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T10:44:27.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>@ work</title><content type='html'>MIA for the past week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent full 5 days working at the food fair... A couple of friends came to visit me and of cos I was kind enough to give them freebies... Free 1L of milk/juices/nutrisoy each..... Good right?? Haha Mus THANK me!!! hahaha Anyways it was an enjoyable experience..... It was good money albeit all the standing... almost 12 hrs per day.... My legs really felt like breaking at the end of the day, like 2 blocks of wood, they didn't felt like mine.... But the people there were nice. My booth ple were quite nice... the gals I mean haha. Clicked w one of them very well and a few others not bad...:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tot I'll lose weight from the "hard" work, end up I think I gained.... Had free ice-cream, abalone and shark's fin soup everyday!! Shark's fin wasn't that authentic of cos but the nice uncle owas throw in a full spoon of shark's fin into the starch for me haha. Nice uncle! Very nice lor... really everyday provide food and also sausages... Think straight! haha But of cos we gave him and his workers free drinks in return. Some other aunties and vendors also provided us free food and we gave them drinks in return. Very friendly and nice people! haha Then of cos we gals also played around when we work... haha and of cos must flirt abit with guys to make them buy!!! hahaha ok la actually is being super friendly lah!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this brings me to my new job... after 5 days at food fair, I started my perm job today, consecutively..... as a life science sales exec. Well but being a sales exec is different from being a seller at food fair. Flirting doesn't help haha cos people who buy from you are PhD holders or Research fellows... They don't go for that lol. Was going through the phone-book thick catalogue in the morning... til i wanna KO!! The sales engineer and manager kept on rambling about the products.... Like I've got mega memory lidat!! Can't remember lah!! Aiyoh... It's more of like learning on the job, no proper training... Then lunched with the sales guys... all family men... no cute guy... I'm the only female sales exec in the coy... So I was quietly eating my lunch throughout... SIANZ!!! But I'll prolly join the office ladies tml since my lady boss suggested. Yah the coy I'm in is a small coy and I tot only my boss, his wife, and his brother-in-law are in the business. Today my sales manager told me, when he brot me out, that so and so are actually the bro-in-law's wife and son... Family business lor..... No wonder everyone leaves at 5.45 sharp and reports after 8.30 hahaha. Yah so I actually visited some site on the very 1st day... My sales manager brot me along to intro some customers. I'll be taking over the NUS and biopolis area... If I decide to work at the company after 3 mths probation, I guess I have to buy a car sooner or later cos sales need a car for convenience after all. But I'll prolly start driving my dad's car first. Visted NUS and biopolis today.... Kinda weird feeling, returning to the campus with a different status and purpose... But I guess I can meet my friends for lunch in school haha. Anyway I'll be given a new phone with paid subscription of cos, so I guess I have to carry 2 phones ard, for work n for personal use. It's troublesome but good in a way lah, I'll just switch off my phone at 5.45 sharp so I won't be harrassed by clients haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly.... Something is annoying me a lot... Some people have been coming up, telling me I look like Kelly Poon! If you've been a faithful reader of my blog, u noe how much I dislike her! OK i noe many of u out there think she's chio... So i shud be honoured. But I don't think I look like her a wee bit! So I'm not so BHB to think I m chio ok!! And since I dun like her I dun see e pt to feel honoured. First it was Evelyn Tan, then it was Ezann Lee, now it's Kelly Poon... If you all noticed, they all have big face. And my face is bloody big too, so perhaps there lies the similarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＝开工大吉＝&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-112610301245689370?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/112610301245689370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=112610301245689370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112610301245689370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112610301245689370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2005/09/work.html' title='@ work'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-112559441998271666</id><published>2005-09-01T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T13:07:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Curtains Down... Finally!!</title><content type='html'>I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be Blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I want to!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at the Indoor Stadium for Superstar, it was good overall although I'm not on any side, I was glad that Weilian won, because I simply don't like Kelly!! I can't stand it!! SHe sounds and behaves SOOO much like Fann Wong!!! Her facial expression, her laughter, her smile, her actions, the way she talks.... Xie Xie!! Wo Hui Jia You De!! I can imitate her really haha even 8 days and I-weekly reporters also agree with me!! Oh yah talking about I-weekly, you've gotta check out Junyang and Candyce pix!!! So close! but i got inside news that they are not an item YET! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other 22 contestants performed rather well I feel for all their categories, quite entertaining lah although of cos the singing was pre-recorded except for those non-all contestant performances... You get what I mean not? haha&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think the Jue Due judges were rather extra... haha when they appeared on the stage with their catwalk, Anthony Png like trying to act seh, behaving like a SUPERmodel lol. He is extra la, My way my way, no way no way, get your sandwich at Subway.... as infamous as his Sun Gueh saying... And erhem... Aunty Yip's cleavage is like sooo.... eye catching?? especially with the shadow cast on the cleavage when she holds her mic, it makes the cleavage looks like a rift valley haha. Some guys behind me were like "Wah Lau, isit use marker draw one??!!" Hahaha we kept laughing at the joke. And then when Xinhui and Junyang sang the duet, Wu Ding, she lean on him and they were like...."I think Xinhui likes Junyang secretly..." haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for the contest, I wasn't very interested or excited since I am mutual... mutually dun like haha. Wei lian sang well for the 1st 2 songs, i can feel his emotions, i think his singing is better when heard live then over the TV, but I guess because the echo is very loud in an enclosed area, everyone sounds just as good. Kelly sang well for her last 2 songs, the last one definitely made an impact. It was inappropriate to get them to sing with JJ, cos it's rather hard to do a guy guy duet compared to a girl guy duet, espcially since JJ and Weilian didn't sing different parts for the whole song, only on certain parts, not like Power Station. And their voices are similar in certain area so Weilian's voice tends to be overkapped by JJ's. It's of cos more distinct in a gal guy duet, you can separate the voices easily. Then 2 guy and 1 gal duet... strange rite? 2 guysfighting for one part... while the gal gets to sing her solo part.... Lidat fair lah.... The MOST biased thing was the song written for them to expose their flaws. It WAS meant to expose their weakness dunno why somehow Li Wei Song wrote the song to show Kelly's strength. You think it's fair? when Weilian gets to sing a song that show his weaknesses while Kelly sings a song that only strengthen her plus points.... Yes ple might say the song is very fast very hard to catch the beats so it's actually against Kelly. But if you noticed, she is weak on beats for slow songs, not fast numbers. In fact, slow songs can be harder to grasp, the tempo, the beats, the emotions. Then the judges still blame Weilian for singing the song penned for him in a very old fashion way. Comeon la go listen to song again! It's written in such an old fashion way, the tune espacially, how can it be sang in a modern way? R&amp;B ah?? Then change the arrangement of the song lah! Oh I have to emphasize again, I don't support any of them, so I'm not biased towards or against any, but it's a fact that THEY are biased!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then of cos came the real SUPERSTAR!! In fact the biggest part of me being their is for JJ! He's damn good can!!! He's like  holding his own concert!! His beat box is super power!!! slow to fast his sense of rythym is damn good lah. And he is cute haha and sweet of cos.... Did you all hear him say "JY this is for you" when he started doing the beat box, before his rap. Just so plain sweet!!! In case you dunno, JY is Junyang. And JY is JJ's best friend. He is the Wayne that JY thanked when he failed at the last hurdle of Superstar. Yes, Wayne is actually JJ's christian name... Haha, so now you the difference between A Superstar and A superstar-to-be..... Let's hope JY makes it as big as JJ. But I still feel JY has the same old problem, he tends to imitate the singer when he sings the song. And when he's singing a song of his own. like today, he sounds like JJ. His voice albeit stable is not distinct enough.... It thought it was kinda ironic when JY and Xinhui performed their numbers better than the 2 champions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner gets to sign a contract with play music... which is a local recrod label, handles local singers and foreign singers in Sinagpore and only Singapore. The 1st runner up gets to sign a recording contract with an International record label, Universal Music, which handles and market artistes from everywhere.... You call that fair lah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrick has sooo many fans!!! i think 40% of the stadium is shared by his and Junyang's.... Everytime both of them make an appearance on stage or on the tv screen, you can hear shrill screams!! Derrick has more though. I heard whenever the contestants wanna go supper they'll be stocked by fans and 70% of these fans are Derrick's so in the end they always have to change to another supper location lol. Just makes me wonder, how could Derrick and JY lose on voting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway JJ is the best ahahaha. And I tot the guys a cappella sounded good.... Oh how i miss TENSION!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*too tired to proof read lah, pls ignore spelling and grammatical mistakes! lol*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-112559441998271666?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/112559441998271666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=112559441998271666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112559441998271666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112559441998271666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2005/09/curtains-down-finally.html' title='Curtains Down... Finally!!'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-112499165039377808</id><published>2005-08-25T12:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T13:40:50.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Blog!!</title><content type='html'>I think I'm falling ill... First I have to apologise to every one whom I asked regarding Superstar Finals tix. Jiaxin is sorry that she couldn't get the promised number of tix. Her mediacorp nanny didn't tell her there was a limit initially but now after some meeting, they decided to block the tix and restrict to only 1800 to all 24 contestants. Which means only immediate frens and family can get the tix, cos we had to provide our IC number. Sorry guys... But I heard from Sl that Weilian's supporters had already gotten their tix and people who do not know him personally but who knows people around him got tix from him too. I guess he has more since he's one of the finalist. And heard there's this silly dress code that people who support Kelly must wear red, while others who support WeiLian must wear blue. How? I don't support any of them. Wear Black? White? Don't wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go Zouk last nite, it's closing soon and I haven gone clubbing for a long time... But my gf had to attend a birthday KTV session. Another gf asked me earlier so I told her to confirm with me if she's going. She did, only ard 10pm which was a bad timing to me. A lil too late and I had just reached home from a day of shopping. I ddn't want to go out again. I know Mr. Ng wanted to go badly. I can sense it through msn n the sms-es haha, sorry dude. Anyways I was rather tired, but well the day of shopping probably marks the end of the shopping spree since my Tai Tai counter part found herself a job. Well both of us spent like 200 bucks each, partly cos we'll be earning from some temp job haha. Working clothes cost a bomb but the rest was at a good bargain. Met our dear auditor on the way home, shared with her the cheap deals I got haha. Poor gal, working OT since her second week into work. Nvm, think of the money and the off days u can claim, the only motivation!! And now u ask me, how has job hunting been? Tough luck, but I hope to at least make it to the second round for the most recent interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite so I spent my past week packing my room, on and off of cos. Finally managed to restore my room into it's clean and tidy state, but I guess it won't be long before it gets messy again haha. Rearranged some furniture and while clearing, I almost fell to my death. I somehow lost my balance and slammed into my standing full length mirror. It managed to break my fall. But gosh, how dangerous can it get... to fall on a mirror. That's how clumsy I am, that's why I always knock into things. I read through all the letters, notes, birthday and new year and xmas cards. I keep all of them. Some were rather funny, others touching haha. And I realised I have a friend who sends me xmas card every year since the year we've known each other! Wow, I promise to send her one this year, oops but I don't have her address... I feel like writing to my teacher after reading her letter again from some years back. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some things I found pretty interesting or meaningful amidst all the packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cover looks abit Ah Lao... it's a birthday gift meant for me but doesn't have my pix!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/Image%28108%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/Image%28108%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I tot it was a rather swee and creative gift cos of the effort put in... nowadays ple don't really hand make things. Yah like u guessed this gift was received ages ago, can see from the photos of the celebrities rite ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/Image%28109%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/Image%28109%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another hand made gift, which I tot, looked very presentable! All the stars were folded by hand and cos the stars were small there had to be many to fill the container up. The wrapper of the container was also cut and pasted on by hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/Image%28107%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/Image%28107%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this one has a story....From what I remember, this was from my beloved Granddad, who passed away 15 years ago. I was given this coin box (i forgotten what it's called, tong-gong) when I was lil and I've kept it since. It looks quite new yah, and cute of cos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/Image%28110%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/Image%28110%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This key chain, I bought it since I was in primary four I think... or isit Sec 1? Anyway I've decided to have a change, since it's too kiddy for me now... But it has been with me for a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/Image%28112%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/Image%28112%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is only 5 by 6cm... Haha so tiny, all the women's wisdom gathered inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/Image%28113%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/Image%28113%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally cleared my bursting wadrobe!! I cleared 3 piles of unwanted/old clothes that I can't/won't wear anymore haha. That's the result of shopping every now and then haha. But some really outta fashion ma. Clothes doesn't have to be ex, jus as long as it looks good and deosn't look cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/Image%28115%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/Image%28115%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't anything that I packed lah.... It's actually a moon cake in the shape of a Koala Bear! U guessed it? My bro bot it for me and I have a thing for such cutie food. I can't bear to sink my teeth into them. I would imagine myself biting off its ears and chewing off its head and it's oh so cruel! But I had to eat it, and in a systemic way, cos it's just something different. Oh the flowers are prints on the plate, serves as good decoration haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/1600/Image%28111%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4482/824/320/Image%28111%29.jpg" alt="" 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/10613414-112499165039377808?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/112499165039377808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=112499165039377808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112499165039377808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112499165039377808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2005/08/boring-blog.html' title='Boring Blog!!'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-112472201588419727</id><published>2005-08-22T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T10:46:55.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>S.T.O.P</title><content type='html'>OK request for tix to Superstar Finals is officially closed!!! Pls do not ask me for more tix. I won't entertain any of such smses or msn msg k?? Anyway bad news for you ple, due to overwhelming response, tix request on our side is close to 2k and still increasing. When Mediacorp gets back to us, we'll know the results. But I don't think can get so many cos the stadium can only seat like 8K... so those people who ask for alot pls be prepared to get less tix. And those whose fren's frens request for tix, we will have to limit the tix, cos priority will be given to immediate frens and fmly members. There are even people who direct thier frens to me, got people ask me for alotta tix and say it's for supporting Kelly!! I'm like WTH! Then go get tix from Kelly Poon lah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-112472201588419727?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/112472201588419727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=112472201588419727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112472201588419727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112472201588419727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2005/08/stop.html' title='S.T.O.P'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-112437655158568210</id><published>2005-08-18T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T13:33:51.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Superstars _updated</title><content type='html'>I am here to do a quick post haha somethings to say after watching superstar. I wanted to blog on something else today. I'll update the post after the results show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First for some ba gua haha. Did anyone of you see Chanel and Sugianto locking arms? lol. They were seated behind Li Fei Hui, so when the camera is on him for his judging, you'll see Chanel &amp; Sugi from an angle. I half suspected they were dating when I saw them leaning near towards each other and chatting all along. Then came one shot when the camera zoomed on Li Fei Hui and both of them were locking arms. Chanel must have realised the camera might have caught them and so unlocked her arm from's Sugi. Haha. No wonder he hasn't been to talking another gal to his left, Dai Ai Ling, but oh her rumoured beau Raymond was beside her haha I'm so ba gua!! And yesterday, Silver and Zi wen were beside each other too and isolated haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the show. Kelly looks good. Of cos, as an air stewardess she knows how to dress up and no doubt has alotta money to spend on clothes. I can tell you she's wearing branded stuff. Like Xinhui said, she's spending on budget and it may be offensive but I have to admit Malaysian's dress sense is not that good. Can tell from her choice of clothes. I always thought the clothes were sponsored by the wadrobe and that the crew was biased so they gave all the nice looking clothes to Kelly. But now, I think they purchase on their one. Wow means, the contestants really invest alot into this competition. Time and money. Ok as everyone knows I hate kelly haha even my dad thinks she's fake. Especially her "Xie xie". And I've got to say this again I despise people who vote for Kelly just cos she's pretty (I'm referring to guys of cos!). Yes she can sing, but Xinhui's definitely out performed her these few weeks. Kelly can sing, Xinhui can sing better. I tot the producers were pretty biased. The recording songs for the singles are more suited to JunYang and Kelly's voice range and quality. I like JunYang but I still have to admit this biasness. I'm glad Xinhui did well for the song but truthfully it was a better suited for Kelly. I hope Xinhui wins, she's more sincere I feel, even though I think Kelly's still gonna make it to the Grand Finals. Aiyah nei ding one! hahaha if they let Xinhui win then I will believe it's not fixed! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here is the post Superstar results show entry haha. Yes I only got 50% of my prediction rite. But then it's still all abt gimmicks haha. Ok you can say that I'll conclude that everything's a gimmick regardless of who goes to the Grand Finals. But well it just proves that Kelvin has greater publicity value and Kelly, market value. So because they're gonna make Kelly win, Junyang wud be too strong a competitor. Anyways he'll be releasing an album soon, so I guess he can't be bonded by dual contract and that's why he didn't win haha. Kelly's gonna get the contract with Universal Music and Kelvin with Play Music. I dunno la I feel it's pretty obvious but then again you never know. Something I beg to differ from most people's point of view is that I don't think Kelvin has the ability to touch people's heart, at least not mine. I'm not being mean here. But I feel he stresses too much on his singing techniques so he lacks emotions. He uses too much strength and his singing is very old styled, he never uses "zhuan yin" (转音) if you noticed, which is a more modern and R&amp;amp;B style of singing. And he breathes very heavily and deeply, he likes to suck in a deep breath and hold it even before the phrase kicks in. I may be very critical lah I'm no expert but I'm just saying what I've learnt. Junyang has the tendency to imitate whichever singer's song he choose to sing, that's especially obvious while viewing the re-cap video just now. Even for "tong hua" his voice was slightly mimicking Guang Liang's. Kelly's fatal point is really at her rythm. It was bloody obvious with the live band for the last song, "Yi shi De Mei Hao", cos the drum played the accompanying beat right from the start of the song and you can hear she's pretty off beat. Especially when compared to Xinhui's version you can hear the great difference, Xin Hui's always on beat, she is good. Her vocal range is greater and "thicker" but her range is the higher range tt's y her low notes aren't stable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh I sound like a pro hor?? Haha can say cannot sing!! It's easy to criticise, hmm but i'm not reali criticizing la just pointing out ma. I think I can be the next "Shui Shang Piao" or "Sun Gueh". Hahaha Anyways I was telling my fren that wah all the superstar contestants got attached to one another so fast, and they are all like not bad looking and can sing. Haha He told me to join next yr then. I'll consider, If I'm still unattached next year haha. But I guess nothing will happen cos I'll be kicked out before I go on TV!! Haha and I realised a couple of my frens joined Superstar, besides Jiaxin, they came close, top 100, top 50, so wasted. Top 50 is like one step away from appearing on TV!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-112437655158568210?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/112437655158568210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=112437655158568210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112437655158568210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112437655158568210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2005/08/superstars-updated.html' title='Superstars _updated'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-112404215552185209</id><published>2005-08-14T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T13:55:55.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>@ Carnival</title><content type='html'>3 movies in one week, I've maintained my record. See, I'm that free and of cos broke, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at Marina South for the fireworks display by the French team with the humongous Carl's Jr combo. It would definitely taste better if we had taken it while it's hot. What can I say? The French are indeed romantic haha. That's what I feel from the fireworks display. So synchronized with the music and such a flow, like there's a story behind it. Unlike the Singapore displays which shows all big and loud booming fireworks. Creative and colourful. Some pretty low lying fireworks that were blocked by the grass, shrubs, trees and what have you. It's a pity that the display was rather far, I half suspected that we'll get a better view at esplanade. Why can't they just hold the concert and the display near esplanade? It'll be better than the out of the way Marina South. Gotta take mrt to Marina Bay then take a bus which you still have to pay! And guess what, the concert by the bay website states the venue as Marina Bay, Marina South, Marina Padang which was damn confusing!! I did a quick check on net and Marina South turns out to be where Ritz Carlton, Pan Pac and Marina Mandarin are located. Then shouldn't the concert be somewhere around Esplanade? Aiyah so confusing... Ok maybe it's just us. Didn't take pix cos the cam batt went flat... arghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the concert. Marina South's too vast an area. Though I was pretty put off by the crowd when I made my way there, it's still too vast to be filled. In fact it looks a bit sparse. Don't really like Sweety. One person that I need to mention is Tong En. She's one cool chick, very high haha and of cos her vocal's damn powerful!! Very good live performance. She's indeed very good in performing no wonder all the veteran singers in Taiwan praise her so much. Nnadia was ok, she looked good. Well most of the guys went for eVonne and Landy. You can hear guys screaming when eVonne made her entrance. But she must have had too many Snow.Wolf.Lake performances, her singing was very musical, unlike the commercial way. But haha when Landy made her entrance, you can hear all the guys screaming (much louder than that for eVonne) and rushing into empty spaces near the stage, flashing their powerful cameras zooming in to the fullest. Of cos she did her stuff, with the booky shakin. She's really a hot chick I must admit!! But of cos her vocals are what I'm more impressed with. I've always thought she could sing and very well indeed, that's why I like her. Hot look with nothing to prove is just a turn off, to me at least. I thought she sounded sick when she was singing her first song and indeed she was. Too bad she's suffering from a serious throat infection so her singing wasn't that perfect. You could hear her very hoarse voice when she talks. Poor gal. Then poor Daniel Zhang, who was the last to come on, after Landy, had to bear with the less than sparse crowd. Simply because you can see everyone leaving right after Landy made her exit!!! hahaha If only she could garner the same support for her album sales. Anyway Daniel was sick too and he didn't sing live but I bet he can't do it even if he's not. Unlike Landy who insisted to sing live though her condition was much worse than Daniel. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah and there's this stupid guy who kept inching forward whenever we moved. He's standing really close to us man. Though he didn't touch us but it was damn uncomfortable!! Sometimes I wonder why do I always meet such freaks. Of cos if he's some handsome dude I don't mind, but then again handsome dude won't come near me!! Hrmpp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Jiaxin, if you're reading this, please try to get us tix for Superstar finals k!! hahaha Cya soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-112404215552185209?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/112404215552185209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=112404215552185209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112404215552185209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112404215552185209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2005/08/carnival.html' title='@ Carnival'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10613414.post-112377518774433666</id><published>2005-08-11T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T12:05:09.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Had wanted to blog on something 2 days ago but didn't have the time to. Now, I've forgotten what I wanted to blog on. School's started so I think people will soon start blogging to get away from the books, after all that was why blog was so in last sem during the exam period. Everyone had a post almost everyday, some even two. But blog's starting to lose its popularity yah? Sometimes I feel obliged to blog haha just because I don't want my blog to hang empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now still jobless, I joked with Shumin we're leading the lives of Paris and Nicky Hilton. Yes both of us are unemployed but go round spending money like we're rolling in big bucks. Going out every other day, shop around when we're free, meeting friends on some days, buying expensive products, going for manicure and visiting the salon. Much like a Tai Tai's life, except the mahjong. Really a 败家女!!! Can't stand myself haha. I've been giving myself excuses that I've been back for exactly two weeks now and it takes alot longer to be able to find a job. Some of my friends have started work, which I'm not interested in like customer service and recruitment consultant. Others are still job hunting after 2 or 3 full months of rotting at home haha. At least I can console myself that I had my performance and overseas trip during this period so I wasn't exactly doing nothing. I just can't find a job that I really like and want. In fact I dunno what I want! Perhaps I just don't wanna work that's all. But I have to lah.... Even if I still think of studying psychology overseas. To those who are still studying please please treasure and enjoy your school days! My friend reminded me that perhaps being the ultimate perfectionist (I was told a dozen times), I know exactly what I want, so I couldn't find a job that fits. Well of course I know he isn't only referring to jobs Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life's getting pretty boring, with my friends started school or work. I'm really quite free now, so if you also got nothing better to do just drop me a msg ahaha. Anyways Jiaxin has returned to HK. Let's just hope she's able be back on Sept 1st for Superstar finals. Then we'll have a second farewell haha. I don't know if Zhiyong's the culprit cos I remember him holding Shuling's camera at the airport. Almost all the pictures turn out blurred!! Here's a pix of me and the Superstars, my head is damn big!!! And it's damn blur, I hope Shirlin's cam turns out well since we took double for every shot. Candyce looks good in the photo I think she's very photogenic, but personally I feel Meixi is prettier in person, she looks good even without make up and she isn't at all big sized, just tall and slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/t_melis/416626067GwXeBm_ph.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a 45 shot...:D nicely taken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 383px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/t_melis/416627214OuPsrE_ph.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superstar's results gonna be out soon. My predicition, Kelly &amp; Xin Hui, Kelvin &amp;amp; Junyang.&lt;br /&gt;Then it will be Kelly and Junyang....Actually not prediction lah, can see from the pattern. Gimmicks! After all this is just a show... and I mean really a show....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I just found out today after meeting Kok Seong that I can still purchase the epass with my ez link card!! Damnit. I've been wasting like hundreds on transport and during the period when I was temping, I took mrt everyday without the pass!! He's been using the pass for 2 months now after graduation....arghhh!! No wonder my ntu friends say their card has now changed to "teh" after tabbing(like normal adult ez link) while mine still sounds "teh teh". Abit weird, the way I describe it but you all should know what I mean lah hor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-112377518774433666?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/112377518774433666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=112377518774433666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112377518774433666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112377518774433666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2005/08/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</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-10613414.post-112332327762758474</id><published>2005-08-06T05:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T06:14:37.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look New beginning</title><content type='html'>Wanted a change of blogskin, but couldn't find one that satisfy me. Wanted a more vibrant one with a Lime Green background, it didn't turn out nice, so I gave up the idea. In the end I thought I still prefer my original blog skin (which isn't really a skin actually), so I decided to play around with the colours instead. Did some changes, added some gif and one more side bar to add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end off with my JAL look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 263px; height: 305px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/t_melis/IMG_2469.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scare you off with my BIG head!! haha (sounds familiar huh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicely bunned hair. thou like auntie haha I know my head is very flat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 251px; height: 230px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/t_melis/Image098.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I suddenly remembered something. I met some friends in Taiwan! One took the same plane with me and then upon reaching the hotel separately, we realised we were lodging in the same hotel. Haha. Then there's another friend whom I have never met on the streets in Singapore, but somehow we bumped into each other at Taipei Main Station one night. How strange!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10613414-112332327762758474?l=mlis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/feeds/112332327762758474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10613414&amp;postID=112332327762758474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112332327762758474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10613414/posts/default/112332327762758474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlis.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-look-new-beginning.html' title='New Look New beginning'/><author><name>meLis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11146453715726811239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
