<?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-4647782737174904098</id><updated>2011-07-08T15:20:41.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>melancholia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-6773708914610249533</id><published>2009-06-21T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:34:49.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken strings</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thoserazorkissedwrists.blogspot.com"&gt;Moved&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-6773708914610249533?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/6773708914610249533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=6773708914610249533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/6773708914610249533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/6773708914610249533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/06/broken-strings.html' title='Broken strings'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-1193639109278398426</id><published>2009-06-21T19:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T01:03:19.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With every word another feeling dies. I'm left here in the dark, no memories of you.</title><content type='html'>I went for a photoshoot with Andrea today :) Piggy was the photographer. Ahaha it was pretty fun though the weather was a little hot. It rained after we were done and I did a shot in the rain. I'm waiting for the pictures... and when I get it I'll post it up. Hehehe. It was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/RANDOM%20STUFF%20LOL/jels/photoshoot/dinah-232.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/best.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/RANDOM%20STUFF%20LOL/jels/photoshoot/dinah-251.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/RANDOM%20STUFF%20LOL/jels/photoshoot/dinah-227.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happiness is a state of mind or feeling such as contentment, satisfaction, pleasure, or joy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with me and Happiness? I don't know what I want. I only know if I can make you happy, I'll do it, whether I like it or not. Even to the extent of doing what I don't want to... Why doesn't anyone bother listening to my opinions? Why do I always have to be the one to comply to everyone's whims and whines? Why does nobody acknowledge that I've made a stand? Why is it always about you you you and never once about me? Does that really make you happy? Because it doesn't make me happy if you're not.. and that you've trampled all over me. All I want is for someone to just let me know I'm around and that you are truly happy because I won't be if you're not. Gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-1193639109278398426?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/1193639109278398426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=1193639109278398426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/1193639109278398426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/1193639109278398426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/06/with-every-word-another-feeling-dies-im.html' title='With every word another feeling dies. I&apos;m left here in the dark, no memories of you.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-1093099216921233141</id><published>2009-06-20T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:07:36.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a mess but you're worse.</title><content type='html'>Went for a haircut with Lydia today :) Then we went to walk around for a while and bought quite a lot of stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/blog%2020%20june/?action=view&amp;current=20jun1.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/blog%2020%20june/20jun1.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because Andrea wasn't feeling too well we got something for her :)&lt;br /&gt;An angel in a wicket basket with a floral-design cloth as its border, a ribbon DIY-ed onto the handle, a rhinoceros peg with a ribbon DIY-ed onto it and a folded pink rose :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/blog%2020%20june/?action=view&amp;current=20jun2.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/blog%2020%20june/20jun2.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/blog%2020%20june/?action=view&amp;current=LGIM0088.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/blog%2020%20june/LGIM0088.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adele, Jason, Wilson and I went to study in games room on Tuesday. We had Family Feast and played poker/taiti/pairpair after that. It felt like a hotel so we did everything we could do at a hotel hahaha. The pictures got messed up so I will not bother to see which I did not upload and I'm lazy to elaborate on what happened so there. xD I have been pretty lazy these few days :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can tell, we were trying to make the word 'love' and 'fuck' in the bendy mirror. hahahahaahhhahhahah i'm sorry it's called, boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/blog%2020%20june/DSC01701-1.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/blog%2020%20june/DSC01701-2.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/blog%2020%20june/DSC01702-1.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/blog%2020%20june/DSC01703-1.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/blog%2020%20june/DSC01704-1.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/blog%2020%20june/DSC01705-1.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/blog%2020%20june/DSC01706-1.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/blog%2020%20june/DSC01707-1.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/blog%2020%20june/DSC01707-2.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/blog%2020%20june/DSC01708-1.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/blog%2020%20june/DSC01709-1.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/blog%2020%20june/DSC01710.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/blog%2020%20june/DSC01712-1.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/blog%2020%20june/DSC01713-1.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/blog%2020%20june/DSC01714.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-1093099216921233141?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/1093099216921233141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=1093099216921233141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/1093099216921233141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/1093099216921233141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-mess-but-youre-worse.html' title='I&apos;m a mess but you&apos;re worse.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-6205745430601624772</id><published>2009-06-16T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:35:45.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you very very much, cuz i hate what you do, i hate your whole crew so please don't stay in touch.</title><content type='html'>I've had enough of your shit. I know I shouldn't be saying all this but this time, you crossed the limit. As a Christian I should be loving everyone and trying to live in harmony, but there's a limit to my anger. I will not take back anything I'm going to type here and I am fully aware that once I submit this up to the internet, there is no way I can say I never said this, so you have my word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you're a fucking princess. We have to treat you like servants, giving all the best to you. Come on man, you monkey piece of jabroni shit. Look at yourself first. You call yourself a Christian too? You want to know what a true Christian is? PLEASE DON'T JUST PAY FUCKING LIP SERVICE. YOU BRING THE NAME OF CHRISTIANS DOWN. Please stay FAR FAR, SO DAMN FAR AWAY from relating yourself to true Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad are old. They are not young like us. And you are not working. So PLEASE FUCKING TREAT THEM WITH RESPECT. Dad is working like an ass out there and Mom is trying hard to do all the household chores and taking care of us. You know Dad doesn't have a really good job and Mom is ill. And what are you doing? You ask Dad to buy you a camera, buy you this buy you that, and then you don't even THANK HIM. Mom buys dinner home after 4 everyday and she even let you know you have to let her know by 4 if you want dinner or not BUT YOU DON'T. Then when there's leftovers YOU DON'T EAT THEM AT ALL EVEN IF IT'S FUCKING ONE DAY OLD. YOU FUCKING SLUTBAG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day Dad and Mom decides to buy a nice new lappy. It's supposed to be shared by everyone like the main comp. But no, you always HOG THE FUCKING LAPTOP, you fucking KEEP IT LIKE YOUR WOMAN. It's the same with the main comp. When anybody asks to use, yes you let them use ONLY AFTER AN APPROXIMATE WAIT OF 15 MINS. YOU THINK YOU'RE SOME FUCKING BIG SHOT, YOU THINK YOU'RE ALWAYS RIGHT, YOU NEVER LOOK AT YOURSELF IN THE MIRROR. YOU THINK YOU'RE A FUCKING PRINCESS YOU WHORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I merely asked to swap comps, I had to wait for a whole fucking 20 mins. Then when you packed up your stuff and left YOU GAVE ME THE FUCKING CHAO CHEE BYE FACE YOU ALWAYS GIVE WHEN I ASK TO USE THE COMP. How long have you been doing all this shit? You think Mom and Dad earns one fucking million singapore dollars a month is it, or maybe a week? You think the world revolves around you right? SINCE LAST YEAR YOU HAD THIS FUCKING PRINCESS ATTITUDE. I HAVE KEPT MY BLOODY MOUTH SHUT. I HAVE STOPPED BOTHERING TO PICK A FIGHT WITH YOU BUT THIS TIME YOU FUCKING BLEW YOUR CHANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask for things like it's your fucking right, you do things like the world owes you, you talk as if EVERYONE MUST BOW DOWN AND KISS YOUR FUCKING FEET. OH MY EFF EVEN THE DICTIONARY DOESN'T HAVE ENOUGH WORDS OR EVEN THE APPROPRIATE WORD TO DESCRIBE YOUR HUMJINESS, YOU FUCKING BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you don't wash the dishes too. NOT EVEN YOUR OWN ONES even when Mom and Dad FUCKING asks NICELY. YES PRINCESS, SO HIGH AND MIGHTY WITH YOUR FUCKING HEAD UP IN THE CLOUDS OF WHAT? SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you ask me for things, I MUST GIVE TO YOU IMMEDIATELY. If I make you wait you will throw a fucking HISSY PRINCESS FIT and put the rest of my mood down. So then FUCKING PRINCESS, the world fucking revolves around you now huh. You think everyone's wrong, and when Mom and Dad try to correct you, YOU FUCKING SHOOT THEM DOWN. THINK YOU'RE SO HIGH AND MIGHTY? I CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU TO GO OUT INTO SOCIETY AND SHOOT YOUR OWN FUCKING FEET. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from today onwards, I, Dinah, does not have any siblings whatsoever. Please do not speak to him about me because HE FUCKING ASKED FOR IT. I do not hate him, I just simply cannot find a way to talk to such snobs. I think you talk to a stubborn ah lian out there who keeps screaming nonsense at you also easier to talk to. And you know how sometimes ah lians can out talk you. YOU CAN'T OUT TALK THIS FUCKING ASSHOLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-6205745430601624772?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/6205745430601624772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=6205745430601624772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/6205745430601624772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/6205745430601624772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/06/fuck-you-fuck-you-fuck-you-fuck-you.html' title='fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you very very much, cuz i hate what you do, i hate your whole crew so please don&apos;t stay in touch.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-6513261346360455960</id><published>2009-06-11T23:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:28:53.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your words are heaven but it hurts, your words are memories but they burn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I kept a part of you to remind myself your murderer was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm really tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;I REMEMBER :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being picked on. being ostracised. still growing. being late on the last 2 days of primary school life. playing volleyball on concrete ground. gambling in class but never got caught. being ugly. hanging out with vivian&amp;co during christmas at orchard road. crashing the void decks at night. getting my braces done. still being ugly. being depressed, suicidal, emotional. having no friends. hating myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slitting my wrists. swearing and cussing at random passers-by. walking in the rain alone. watching movies alone. doing everything alone. being close to vivian. missing the english exam in sec 2. writing stories with juma'ah. laughing a lot in class and not paying attention with valery, vivian and brenda. failing history with 49.9. being posted in e1 with brenda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDR. junk food parties with lydia. spending lots of money in the arcade. making new friends. going places with the arcade people. understanding gays. kidnapping jeffrey just to DDR. still being ugly. missing spongebob. loving the merlion. 24 december 2007. learning how to kiss. that night. deciding i'll be richer if i stopped frequenting the arcade and i really got richer. opening a blogshop with andrea for fun. being bankrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making some friends in sec 3. being happier. looking a bit more average. blasting loud music into my ears while walking along the streets. byebye&amp;yesterday. failing a.maths forever. staying up late reminiscing about nothing. being stupid. how i hated chinese so much. breaking up with the wrong guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dream i'll never have. how you kissed me on those steps. my sweet mistake. the night i walked away. how i murdered you. how i never turned back. 27 december 2007. living in the fool's masquerade of joy. missing out on Jesus. all of them calling me but i turned them down for something i thought was much better. how stupid i was, and still am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-6513261346360455960?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/6513261346360455960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=6513261346360455960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/6513261346360455960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/6513261346360455960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/06/your-words-are-heaven-but-it-hurts-your.html' title='Your words are heaven but it hurts, your words are memories but they burn.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-7730752675485449988</id><published>2009-06-04T21:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:21:41.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I must now remind you, let it rock let it rock let it rock. Let it rawk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/chineseclass.jpg" width=235 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The June intensive programme has been rather fun lately. :) I am able to do my A.maths! Best part is, my differentiation for trigo and exponential functions are SO FAIL, but I am able to do integration :) So thank God for that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Chemistry practicals have been quite fun too. I am able to rack my minds in identifying cations and anions :) It's not too difficult anymore now that I'm much more familiar with the results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally started on the 3rd skill for Biology. It was pretty dumb. My planning was oh-kay but the practical part was FAIL. And I broke a boiling tube while washing up. Stupid -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Bio ended, we headed straight for our Chemistry practical. It was identifying cations and anions. While collecting the unknown salts, just before I even settled the test tubes, I broke it as someone bumped into me. Stupid -.- I have no affinity with the materials on the test tube rack mans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were halfway through the practical, Edsel decided to geh kiang and clean up all 6 test tubes at one go. I warned him to do it one at a time though it's stupid but he didn't listen. His problem. So then later, as he was happily picking up 3 test tubes, one apparently slipped out and it literally FLEW and bounced off the table top, smashing into smithereens. Okay, maybe not so extreme... The main point is that Edsel broke the test tube. Ha-ha-ha. &lt;i&gt;Don't listen to me la, see.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while after his test tube broke, Christopher broke his. Good job. Today is a horrible day lol. I have to redo my Bio planning later and my English speech. I really don't wanna do English -.- but it's a speech. Just how difficult can it be when I can express myself in words so easily? (All the more do I find it redundant to practise but... -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay I'm really lazy to update anything else... The chinese lessons before the Chinese Os and the day at Ikea. Heehee, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is already at the church retreat -.- I don't feel like doing anything else can. Haiyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I'm cutting my hair tomorrow! Again :x To something new. :D Something I've never tried. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-7730752675485449988?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7730752675485449988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=7730752675485449988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/7730752675485449988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/7730752675485449988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-must-now-remind-you-let-it-rock-let.html' title='I must now remind you, let it rock let it rock let it rock. Let it rawk.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-6934409831837648867</id><published>2009-05-31T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:12:19.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairytale.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;'Cuz the car was so darn posh.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-6934409831837648867?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/6934409831837648867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=6934409831837648867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/6934409831837648867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/6934409831837648867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-not-princess-this-aint-fairytale.html' title='I&apos;m not a princess, this ain&apos;t a fairytale.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-7865504920952410578</id><published>2009-05-28T20:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:24:47.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to you is 1000 seas wide.</title><content type='html'>Next Monday will be when I know if the last decade of Chinese lessons has been any worth to me. I know my Chinese is FullOfFailForLife, but I will still try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;153 days more to the first paper. Let's do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-7865504920952410578?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7865504920952410578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=7865504920952410578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/7865504920952410578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/7865504920952410578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-to-you-is-1000-seas-wide.html' title='Back to you is 1000 seas wide.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-8649719444360543889</id><published>2009-05-24T02:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:53:55.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As we go on, we remember all the times we had together. And as our lives change. come whatever, we will still be friends forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/blog/gathering.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because class gatherings are awsum.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cheer competition has been really gay and a total waste of time but I do believe this is nearly the last class gathering for the rest of our lives :( And this is the reason why I am actually bothering to stay behind and do something for my class because I do not want to let anything hinder my chance of being with all of you for the last few times ever x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/blog/starcrossedlovers.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also because things like this would happen... Teehee. But that's what makes us so unique :) Graduation is almost the same as parting... I do hope I'll be able to keep in contact with everyone :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/blog/sky.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I look up to the afternoon sky with clouds like these, I will remember all the times we had together... because every single one of you, stupid or what, are significant :) Reminiscing is a very nice activity at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/blog/converse.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[Gabe Saporta]&lt;br /&gt;Where is your boy tonight?&lt;br /&gt;I hope he is a gentleman&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he won't find out what I know&lt;br /&gt;You were the last good thing about this part of town&lt;br /&gt;[Travis McCoy]&lt;br /&gt;We're going down, down in an earlier round&lt;br /&gt;And sugar, we're goin' down swinging&lt;br /&gt;[Brendon Urie]&lt;br /&gt;Dance, dance, we're falling apart to halftime&lt;br /&gt;Dance, dance, and these are the lives you'd love to lead&lt;br /&gt;Dance, this is the way they'd love&lt;br /&gt;If they knew how misery loved me&lt;br /&gt;[Doug Does]&lt;br /&gt;This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race&lt;br /&gt;This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race&lt;br /&gt;[Alex DeLeon]&lt;br /&gt;One night and one more time&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories&lt;br /&gt;Even though they weren't so great&lt;br /&gt;He tastes like you, only sweeter&lt;br /&gt;[William Beckett]&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, growing up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Patrick Stumph]&lt;br /&gt;I got troubled thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;And the self-esteem to match.&lt;br /&gt;What a catch, what a catch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What A Catch, Donnie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/blog/alpha.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alpha course just ended. It was fun throughout, meeting new people and getting to know other people's perspectives on Christianity, and also learning more about it. There was lots of food and my lemon swiss roll was awesome :x Everybody was filled to the brim :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janson brought the awesome chocolate fudge cake and it was reaaaaaally the best thing ever, next to my lemon swiss roll. xD If only my stomach had more space, I'd finish my portion :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing up! Youth Alpha! All my friends will join me on this fabulous adventure and nobody will miss out anything exciting! I can't wait :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese O levels are coming really soon :( It's next Monday and I'm really afraid T_T I'M REALLY AFRAID. AFRAID TERRIFIED PETRIFIED MORTIFIED HORRIFIED FRIGHTENED &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Aftermath&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defeated and exhausted, Melissa gave up. It was too painful to watch the both of them together. She had been ignoring the truth long enough to let it be able to hurt her whenever it surfaced. Ignorance is bliss indeed - a simple action of walking away was required... but running away was not the solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the two of them talked about everything under the sun, devastation tore through her mind like a rogue missile, numbing it to reality. It was as if her heart was about to burst any moment, and nobody would know. She quietly slipped away from the scene, blinking away the tears that had already welled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no point in carrying that empty hope anymore. She would only be lying to herself if she continued to walk down that dark and stony path... It was evident he was much more like himself whenever he was around her as compared to Melissa herself. The awkward silence during their conversations was too deafening to stand, so how else could they go on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She peeped from behind the wall she was hiding and bit her lip. Why did his every action keep her fascinated? Why didn't any other guy make her feel like this? Why couldn't she set her sights on something else? Leaning back against the wall, Melissa looked up to the sky and clutched on to heart, suppressing the battle going on inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five months had passed but nothing changed. That fateful night that took a toll on her life never left her mind. To describe her despair would be impossible, for there was no word for it in any language - she was beyond hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-8649719444360543889?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/8649719444360543889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=8649719444360543889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/8649719444360543889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/8649719444360543889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-we-go-on-we-remember-all-times-we.html' title='As we go on, we remember all the times we had together. And as our lives change. come whatever, we will still be friends forever.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-3274553032639424857</id><published>2009-05-18T16:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:26:21.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, say goodnight, our first goodbye. I've only got forever and forever is fine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Voices&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the day before, Melissa went through a whole day with nothing reaped. The world was a cold and dark place to be, and all that ever mattered left her out in the cold. Even a crowded room could feel so lonely and heartwrenching to this girl who had so many friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sunk onto her bed and leaned against the wall behind. Sighing in a mood of hopelessness, Melissa closed her eyes and as always, those images would flash through her head. The memories of that night were so vivid that every time she relived the moment, it felt as if she had been sucked through a vortex of time, everything playing before her like an old movie. Except, she was the protagonist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words that left his mouth lingered on in her head like a broken tape recorder. The touch he left that night burned her skin whenever the memory resurfaced. The kiss he gave left an indelible mark in the depths of her mind. That night's lack of surronding noises only made the memory more beautiful than it already was... It was magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent tears coursed down her cheeks as Melissa fought hard to not let the memory surface. How was it possible that something so beautiful could hurt anybody like that? Grabbing her pillow, she let out her anger in a long scream. When she thought things were getting better, everything came rushing back like a flash flood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger and sorrow fueled the punches towards the wall. Pain sounded like an alarm in her head, but it was not the pain inflicted from the punching... It was much deeper within, somewhere she could not reach - her heart. It died the night she turned away - the mistake that took a toll on both their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa knew he had already forgiven her and let the past go, but she could not bring herself to forgetting everything so easily. Looking at the mess, of destroyed photo frames on the floor, a sad frown enveloped her face. How wonderful it would be to erase memories as easily as that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing up, a smile etched across her face. Melissa walked towards the window and gazed up at the clouds. She needed to take action and stop moping around - she had to let go of her hopes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-3274553032639424857?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3274553032639424857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=3274553032639424857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/3274553032639424857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/3274553032639424857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-say-goodnight-our-first-goodbye-ive.html' title='So, say goodnight, our first goodbye. I&apos;ve only got forever and forever is fine.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-3371995200465766305</id><published>2009-05-18T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T01:40:46.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world in silence should forever be alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Struggle&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Melissa collapsed into a heap on the ground when she arrived back home. Another day had passed by but nothing fruitful was reaped. A silent tear slid down her cheek as she took a glance at her phone. She remained prostrate with fatigue and sleep soon overtook her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A sudden clap of thunder brought Melissa back to the cold and harsh reality. She stumbled to close the windows and retreated back to her room. As she walked slowly to her bed, she glanced at the photo frames displayed on her study table. In one clean sweep, all the pictures were gone. If only memories could be erased this easily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dropping her bag onto the floor as if it were trash, she picked up a mahogany brown photo frame that laid clean on the glass-filled floor. Melissa looked closely at the picture and another tear fell. Outside, the rain was only starting to drizzle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She clutched the photo frame to her chest and tried to hold back her tears, but the tears seemed to have control over her instead. The steady pitter-patter of the raindrops falling from heaven seemed to be in sync with the teardrops that were spilling from her eyes. If only pain could be taken away this easily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just then, her phone vibrated, signalling the arrival of a new message. Melissa reached over to her phone and read the little message that came in an electronic envelope :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Thanks for today yup! :) Sleep early, you'll need all the energy you need xD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As she read the message, she kept telling herself he was only being concerned for her welfare as a friend, but what they are in reality begged to differ; they were as close as best friends but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Melissa punched the wall in anger, unable to believe that she had let herself think too far off again. It has been five months since she had began to let go of the dream she never had, but things have not been going so well. If only he knew what she was going through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The walls started to crumble as she let herself drown in tears. She knew things would be fine after she let her sorrows out but things were not as simple as it looked on the surface. It was more than just letting it go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-3371995200465766305?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3371995200465766305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=3371995200465766305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/3371995200465766305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/3371995200465766305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/05/world-in-silence-should-forever-be.html' title='The world in silence should forever be alone.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-7406268709925463399</id><published>2009-05-17T22:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:32:15.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vultures are waiting for what's left of us... Taking the last of you... and the last of me... It's killing me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/deviantart/Sick_by_extraordinary_boy.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Die geier kreisen,&lt;br /&gt;über unserm Revier.&lt;br /&gt;Töten das letzte von Dir,&lt;br /&gt;und das letzte in mir.&lt;br /&gt;Es bringt mich um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Totgeliebt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tokio Hotel&lt;/blockquote&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;span class="biggreen"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What are you doing? I am worried for you, even though we aren't close friends. I know nothing of your situation but I wish you would share your problems with me because I am concerned about your welfare. If you need anyone to talk to, you know I'm always around... As always, my ears are open and my shoulder is here; you can trust that I'll be there for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.23am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop continuing on in your false hopes because it's only bringing you grief behind that masquerade of joy. stop being so naive and wake up to your senses, you know it'll never ever happen since the day you let go. stop behaving like a fool and know your boundaries, girl. all this stupidity will give you nothing but heartache and get you nowhere but back to the days of nothingness. stop being a moron, girl... it's over now. you'll never get back the dream you never had. even if it kills you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish you will be happier with her. i know my mistake and you dont have to do anything to make me feel like its not my fault. four months eighteen days is still nothing compared to the excruciating pain of seven months... be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-7406268709925463399?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7406268709925463399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=7406268709925463399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/7406268709925463399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/7406268709925463399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/05/vultures-are-waiting-for-whats-left-of.html' title='Vultures are waiting for what&apos;s left of us... Taking the last of you... and the last of me... It&apos;s killing me.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-702693653667966060</id><published>2009-05-15T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T17:15:11.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But in the meantime I'll sport my brand new fashion of waking with pants off at four in the afternoon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to get back my results and... the Chinese O's are coming in around two weeks... I don't want to get a FAIL for Chinese in my cert, yah -_- I hope to get at least a B or something (because I need to, else I've to take the November one...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be getting back my results on Monday so... I know I've failed A.maths so there's nothing to look forward to, except for E.maths and Chemistry. Not sure about English, and I don't want to know about that either. Didn't do too well for paper one, so I can just jump off a building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/MY%20BLOG/messyroom.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/MY%20BLOG/messyroom2.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/MY%20BLOG/messyroom3.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how I survived in such a messy room during the exam period -_- How to walk. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday after the exams, Adele, Joei, Edsel and I went to Sembawang Shopping Centre to walk. We went to Daiso cuz Joei wanted my transparent umbrella too :p Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/MY%20BLOG/gayface.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, win liao lor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-702693653667966060?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/702693653667966060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=702693653667966060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/702693653667966060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/702693653667966060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/05/but-in-meantime-ill-sport-my-brand-new.html' title='But in the meantime I&apos;ll sport my brand new fashion of waking with pants off at four in the afternoon.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-3153029047190022921</id><published>2009-05-10T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:44:09.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cannot get that ace so let me see a face card drop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/mom.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy mother's day!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to church for CG and stuff, then realised that I had a twin. This person is my twin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/twin.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't look like in the picture, because I'm not photogenic so apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Fish&amp;Co @ IMM later to celebrate mother's day. Bought my mom a super huge sunflower and some other little flowers... And she was really happy. :) Though things didn't go as I'd planned originally, I guess this is still better than how I'd expected things to go. :3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/lovingthislife.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/lookingfor.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I'm really tired now. Have to study tomorrow. Waking up at 8 to study geography. :) I am a good student. Just hope that all my hard work will not go to waste... Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-3153029047190022921?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3153029047190022921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=3153029047190022921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/3153029047190022921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/3153029047190022921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cannot-get-that-ace-so-let-me-see.html' title='I cannot get that ace so let me see a face card drop.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-5612751175085295315</id><published>2009-05-10T00:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T04:20:43.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's burn this filthy town straight into the ground with our dirty looks and glances.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zoomzoom.gif" width=240 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because it is the odds that bring us together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Royal Flush . Straight Flush. Four of A Kind . Full House . Flush . Straight . Three of A Kind . Two Pairs . One Pair . High Card&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the cards that bring the losers and the cool people in my class together (for some though). And I believe this year's batch of the expected "best" students are the most united and slack class. I still love it all the same. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you think we're gambling or not, it's really up to you. It's your prerogative, because we know what we're doing... so leave us be. :) We are teens with our heads in the clouds, but we know when to come back... and we thank you for worrying about us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently 3/7 way through the MYEs, can't wait for it to be over. I haven't watched X-men yet, and I'm going to watch it whether you tell me it sucks or what. Wolverine, ftw.&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;Come on, let's start a riot down the street on avenue 7.&lt;br /&gt;The lightning's flashing, the thunder's clapping; they're waiting for the great big show.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's the night our show is on, don't keep the audience waiting.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right here at the rundown lot, waiting on for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw on your best outfits, leopards, furs and all the skins&lt;br /&gt;I say we give them a piece of our mind, I say we show them what we've got &lt;br /&gt;Because tonight nobody, nobody will crash our fun.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right here at the rundown lot, with my arms wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pc]:&lt;br /&gt;Let your hair down and run wild,&lt;br /&gt;Free yourselves from the chains of this world&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight you are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c]:&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the thunder, conjure up the lightning,&lt;br /&gt;Burn this all down til there's nothing left standing.&lt;br /&gt;Leave no regrets as you take in the scene,&lt;br /&gt;Let our works engulf everything into nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the words I've spoken, &lt;br /&gt;It's just short of...&lt;br /&gt;"i love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickle those smiles, give it an orgasm and let the laughter erupt.&lt;br /&gt;Let your worries fade because you have worried enough about today.&lt;br /&gt;You know I'll always be behind your back, always be here waiting,&lt;br /&gt;You know where I'll be, always at the rundown lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pc]&lt;br /&gt;[c]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving this crazy tragic sometimes magic awful almost beautiful life,&lt;br /&gt;Even though I lose sleep just to day dream about you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me to have breakfasts with the shadow,&lt;br /&gt;Be my goodmorning and goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pc]&lt;br /&gt;[c] x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Spoken Everything Short Of...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to write this. No tune, ahaha. It's 4.20am on a Sunday morning now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-5612751175085295315?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/5612751175085295315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=5612751175085295315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/5612751175085295315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/5612751175085295315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-burn-this-filthy-town-straight.html' title='Let&apos;s burn this filthy town straight into the ground with our dirty looks and glances.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-6426473395916225163</id><published>2009-05-06T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:46:53.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're all alone in the lands of forever, lay under the milky way. On and on it's getting too late out, I'm not in love this time this night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;The epitome of failure.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what fail is.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-6426473395916225163?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/6426473395916225163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=6426473395916225163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/6426473395916225163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/6426473395916225163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-youre-all-alone-in-lands-of.html' title='When you&apos;re all alone in the lands of forever, lay under the milky way. On and on it&apos;s getting too late out, I&apos;m not in love this time this night.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-2284141306988220610</id><published>2009-05-03T15:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:50:16.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes we take chances, sometimes we take pills.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I didn't go for Open Sunday this month :( It's Wei Sheng's CG who organised it. Blame the MYE and O levels! Gah. So now I'm at Jeanette's place studying. (Or so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're taking a break now because the ice cream man downstairs distracted us. And he is FULL OF FAIL! He does not have PEPPERMINT CHOCOLATE CHIP! So I got chocolate flavoured ice cream. :) And Jeanette followed me down too, hahaha. She got durian flavoured ice cream. Then we saw Valery and Sarah walking past for I don't know what reason. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we are up here, satisfying my ummm... lack-of-energy-phase. No chrysanthemum tea and no peppermint chocolate chip ice cream! So what now... I found canned mushrooms! :D So we opened the can and sliced the mushrooms. (So that it looked like there's more mushrooms) And we are dipping it in belachan chilli... AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tongue is currently numb and dead and Jeanette is like a fountain now. Hahaha. I don't know why she's still dipping the mushroom in chilli even though she is tearing. So much for The Lifestyle. Rofl. While I'm typing this, she is happily muching on the mushrooms -_- dipped in belachan chilli. Hahaha later she got stomachache cuz too spicy then her show. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I think the belachan chilli had me satisfied but it has made Jeanette mad... Oh dear... It is infectious...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-2284141306988220610?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2284141306988220610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=2284141306988220610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/2284141306988220610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/2284141306988220610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes-we-take-chances-sometimes-we.html' title='Sometimes we take chances, sometimes we take pills.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-7071179339823843519</id><published>2009-05-01T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:35:52.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever wanted to disappear?</title><content type='html'>I made cheesecake today. Individual blueberry cheesecakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news: I made 40 cakes.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: Of which 18 failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news: I have enough for everyone at the alpha retreat.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: Those friends expecting one whole nice piece to themselves will have to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news: I still have 22 cakes.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: The ingredients are too expensive to waste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news: I may be making more of this next time.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: Only when I've saved up enough and have the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news: I will probably be making it after O levels.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: I am going to do it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;  The taste of this newfound freedom gave me a pleasant sensation of walking on air. A slow, steady smile of happiness etched across my face and it slowly turned into an infectious laughter. The steady pitter-patter of the raindrops hitting the pavement soothed the air with a gentleness that calmed my nerves. Nobody was going to treat me like a fool ever again. Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Silent tears coursed down my cheeks, blending in nicely with the rain, as I thought about how pathetic my life had been. But that chapter had finally ended. With an unconscious smile, I remained prostrate with fatigue and sleep soon overtook me.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An extract from my latest essay. Stupid aaahhhh. I am so upset now. Blah. Stupid cheesecake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-7071179339823843519?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7071179339823843519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=7071179339823843519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/7071179339823843519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/7071179339823843519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/05/have-you-ever-wanted-to-disappear.html' title='Have you ever wanted to disappear?'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-1577354656883338747</id><published>2009-04-27T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:47:36.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a dream we went away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/kookie.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yongling, Weisheng, Priscilla, Steven, Cedric and I baked cookies for Pastor Shern's birthday at Yongling's place yesterday :D Hahaha, it was fun though full-of-fail. &lt;i&gt;Note to self: Never use 'Buttercup' brand of butter.&lt;/i&gt; It was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky was really pretty too. Pity I don't have a proper camera to capture the beauty of God's creation... If only the buildings weren't in the way =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/thesky3.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/thesky.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/thesky2.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/thesky4.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor David twisted his leg and is now in crutches. But this will not deter us from rocking after exams! Hahaha. Lol, long way to go until the exams end... that is, for me. Ahaha. K, nomnom time, and then off to study. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/thisiswhatloveis.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-1577354656883338747?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/1577354656883338747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=1577354656883338747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/1577354656883338747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/1577354656883338747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-had-dream-we-went-away.html' title='I had a dream we went away.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-5429440721561780217</id><published>2009-04-27T06:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T06:21:15.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been dying to tell you everything you wanna hear, 'cause that's just who I am this week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/patrickstumph/copper_into_gold_by_Tbearmn22.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/patrickstumph/Patrick_Stump_by_middleofthecabins.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to Patrick Martin (Vaughn) Stumph:D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-5429440721561780217?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/5429440721561780217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=5429440721561780217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/5429440721561780217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/5429440721561780217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-been-dying-to-tell-you-everything.html' title='I&apos;ve been dying to tell you everything you wanna hear, &apos;cause that&apos;s just who I am this week.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-75663274706257905</id><published>2009-04-25T13:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T14:34:14.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You need him, I could be him. I could be an accident but I'm still trying, that's all that I can say for him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/3057_73036734581_633374581_1659784_.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thar. The first peekcture of me with my fringe gone. Napfa test was boring and the only impressive skill I have is the number of situps I can do in a minute. Hahaha, not to mention it comes cramp-free! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week was pretty much boring except for Wilson and his 'shui guo nai nai'! And the home blessing last night, and the swings at Vista Park with Andrea, Caleb and Ritchie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the chionging of both E and A Math TYS xD It was awesomeeee. I didn't do much this week for the TYS but I feel a sense of accomplishment :) Oh well, the questions were repetitive for E maths but... I guess that's just the way it is -_- Trying to make us trip over simple questions and make careless mistakes ;D But we'll be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading off for 5pm service and Alpha Course later :) I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I learnt something interesting during QT this week ;D It's &lt;a href="http://hearingtheinaudible.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/p/s: Some random personality quiz here. &lt;a href="http://www.oneishy.com/personality/"&gt;http://www.oneishy.com/personality/&lt;/a&gt; and this is my result :D &lt;a href="http://www.oneishy.com/personality/results/4b04ce836"&gt;Dinah's personality is Phlegmatic Sanguine.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-75663274706257905?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/75663274706257905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=75663274706257905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/75663274706257905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/75663274706257905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-need-him-i-could-be-him-i-could-be.html' title='You need him, I could be him. I could be an accident but I&apos;m still trying, that&apos;s all that I can say for him.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-8094147817060335250</id><published>2009-04-21T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:06:31.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.</title><content type='html'>One day, in line at the works cafeteria, Jack says to Mike behind him, "My elbow hurts like hell. I suppose I'd better see a doctor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen, don't waste your time down at the surgery," Mike replies. "There's a diagnostic computer at Asda. Just give it a urine sample and the computer will tell you what's wrong and what to do about it. It takes ten seconds and only costs five pounds.....a lot quicker and better than a doctor".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jack collects a urine sample in a small jar and takes it to Asda. He deposits five pounds, and the computer lights up and asks for the urine sample. He pours the sample into the slot and waits. Ten seconds later, the computer ejects a printout:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"You have tennis elbow. Soak your arm in warm water and avoid heavy activity. It will improve in two weeks".&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening while thinking how amazing this new technology was, Jack began wondering if the computer could be fooled. He mixed some tap water, a stool sample from his dog, urine samples from his wife and daughter, and masturbated into the mixture for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack hurried back to Asda, eager to check what would happen. He deposits five pounds, pours in his concoction, and awaits the results. The computer prints the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Your tap water is too hard. Get a water softener.&lt;br /&gt;2. Your dog has ringworm. Bathe him with anti-fungal shampoo. &lt;br /&gt;3. Your daughter has a cocaine habit. Get her into rehab. &lt;br /&gt;4. Your wife is pregnant. Twins. They aren't yours. Get a lawyer. &lt;br /&gt;5. And if you don't stop playing with yourself, your elbow will never get better.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for shopping at Asda.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having my NAPFA test tomorrow. :) Today was Izzuan's birthday and it was awesome. He liked our cookies. I will post up the pictures as soon as I get them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-8094147817060335250?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/8094147817060335250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=8094147817060335250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/8094147817060335250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/8094147817060335250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-is-your-boy-tonight-i-hope-he-is.html' title='Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-3660311466987346683</id><published>2009-04-19T01:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T02:09:17.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a stray dog sick, please let me in, mad key's tripping singing vows before we exchange smoke rings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/daughtersofgod.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;They say,&lt;br /&gt;They only want the best wishes from me.&lt;br /&gt;(They only want the best from me)&lt;br /&gt;Oh 3-2-1, we go live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tiffany Blews&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's sermon was really good, imo. It's &lt;a href="http://hearingtheinaudible.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, hope you enjoy it too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed Bio class and youth worship. You don't have to know why I'm so exhausted these few days... But I did make it in time for CG, 5pm service and Alpha course :) So yeah, today has been a very good day indeed! If I add on that I did Quiet Time, it has got to be awesome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be baking cookies! (omnomnomgoodness) I'll probably be just as busy as today... But I can't wait! Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to study now. Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-3660311466987346683?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3660311466987346683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=3660311466987346683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/3660311466987346683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/3660311466987346683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-stray-dog-sick-please-let-me-in-mad.html' title='I&apos;m a stray dog sick, please let me in, mad key&apos;s tripping singing vows before we exchange smoke rings.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-7433081805815636215</id><published>2009-04-15T17:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:24:11.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, don't mind me, I'm watching you two from the closet, wishing to be the friction in your jeans.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/morethanyoubargainedforyeah.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Am I more than you bargained for yet?&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to tell you everything you wanna hear,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause that's just who I am this week.&lt;br /&gt;Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a notch in your bedpost,&lt;br /&gt;But you're just a line in a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sugar We're Going Down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah. Today feels so empty. Must be the stupid essay I had to write for Chinese ;_; The topic was about my life in secondary school and bla bla bla. I don't like reminiscing about such stuff unless I have time to sink into my memories and drift away. Rubbbbbbbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm having my 2.4km run tomorrow, I do hope nothing bad happens :D (Other than raining) And the mid-year exams are coming :( Oh dear, I don't like the studying part x_x But it's part and parcel of life; after the BIG exam, IT WILL BE OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. :) I shall not use the computer anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/patrickstumph/ea907019081302f4d7d2dc32af44694f.png" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.01pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest post on the &lt;a href="http://thebochaps-3e1.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;class blog&lt;/a&gt;, is oh so epic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-7433081805815636215?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' 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height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-1239859036912919474</id><published>2009-04-14T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:00:38.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Oh baby you're a classic,&lt;br /&gt;Like a little black dress.&lt;br /&gt;You're a faded moon,&lt;br /&gt;Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tiffany Blews&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/patrickstumph/sellling_sex--large-msg-11884728169.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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me.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-4122779909240942671</id><published>2009-04-13T13:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:33:54.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the leaves fall off in the summer and let December glow in flames.</title><content type='html'>Ok I'm better today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Stumph is so cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-4122779909240942671?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4122779909240942671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=4122779909240942671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/4122779909240942671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/4122779909240942671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-leaves-fall-off-in-summer-and-let.html' title='Let the leaves fall off in the summer and let December glow in flames.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-3834036896845348577</id><published>2009-04-12T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T01:15:59.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you in the same way, there's a chapel in a hospital.</title><content type='html'>I'm sick. Very sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me. I think it's really big this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all. So does God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-3834036896845348577?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3834036896845348577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=3834036896845348577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/3834036896845348577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/3834036896845348577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-you-in-same-way-theres-chapel-in.html' title='I love you in the same way, there&apos;s a chapel in a hospital.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-7602790224838112720</id><published>2009-04-09T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:25:25.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm looking for love this time, sounding hopeful but it's making me cry (trying not to ask why).</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Baby, don't say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, just close your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And dream, tomorrow's on its way...&lt;br /&gt;So just walk away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, just say goodnight,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gone tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Baby just close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I can't take the sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, just walk away,&lt;br /&gt;You know I can't stay.&lt;br /&gt;There's no easy way to say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;So baby, just say goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Say Goodnight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Click Five&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the Sports Carnival would be some piece of lame shit again but with The Bitches, it was pretty much fun :) We situated ourselves at the parade square, watching the Captain's Ball game go on. &lt;u&gt;VEGGIE BOY IS SO COOL!&lt;3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/sportscarnival/veggieboy1.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/sportscarnival/veggieboy2.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/sportscarnival/veggieboy3.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/sportscarnival/veggieboy4.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/sportscarnival/veggieboy5.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/sportscarnival/veggieboy6.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/sportscarnival/veggieboy7.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/sportscarnival/veggieboy8.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/sportscarnival/veggieboy9.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah I have to take photo with him someday. :) Brenda is just jealous that I took more photos of Galton than her. :\ Heh. It's Thursday too, so that means there's Prawn Mee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Brenda and I went to the canteen to nomnom. And we sat in the best position ever xD Not only did we get a pretty awesome view of the Captain's Ball game, we also got news from everywhere :p Just sitting there, we've got news from the basketball court, campus relay outside, soccer in the field, etc. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before everything ended, there was the Teachers VS Students Captain's Ball game :D Of course the students won... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/sportscarnival/showdown1.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/sportscarnival/showdown2.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/sportscarnival/showdown3.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/sportscarnival/showdown4.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/sportscarnival/showdown5.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/sportscarnival/showdown6.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/sportscarnival/showdown7.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/sportscarnival/showdown8.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/sportscarnival/showdown9.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/sportscarnival/showdown10.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/sportscarnival/showdown11.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/sportscarnival/showdown12.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/sportscarnival/showdown13.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/sportscarnival/showdown14.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/sportscarnival/showdown15.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though all of us left to do our own stuff, the day was pretty much fantabulous. I had a haircut and guess what! I have short fringe now :) Fear not, bangs are so '70s. :p I look much cooler... &lt;s&gt;right&lt;/s&gt; But I'll survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! Off to pick out my outfit for tomorrow's Good Friday service!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves you and me! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-7602790224838112720?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7602790224838112720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=7602790224838112720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/7602790224838112720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/7602790224838112720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-looking-for-love-this-time-sounding.html' title='I&apos;m looking for love this time, sounding hopeful but it&apos;s making me cry (trying not to ask why).'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-4818791827750247059</id><published>2009-04-06T18:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:09:54.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will break into your thoughts with what's written on my heart I will break, break.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/deviantart/Sick_by_extraordinary_boy.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;a href="http://extraordinary-boy.deviantart.com/"&gt;extraordinaryboy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If you want more of this&lt;br /&gt;We can push out, sell out, die out&lt;br /&gt;So you'll shut up&lt;br /&gt;And stay sleeping&lt;br /&gt;With my screaming in your itching ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm So Sick&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flyleaf&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="biggreen"&gt;Never felt this sick before.&lt;br /&gt;He makes me sick to the bone.&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;grotesque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-4818791827750247059?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4818791827750247059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=4818791827750247059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/4818791827750247059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/4818791827750247059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-will-break-into-your-thoughts-with.html' title='I will break into your thoughts with what&apos;s written on my heart I will break, break.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-2280754894310826912</id><published>2009-04-02T21:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:38:33.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A teenage vow in a parking lot, "Till tonight do us part". I sing the blues and swallow them too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/hotcakes.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/hotcakes2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="biggreen"&gt;OMNOMNOMGOODNESS:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was awesome! Praise to the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Adele in the morning and we bought HOTCAKES together! Jialin had Qutub to buy burger for her :) Adele gave her hashbrown to Galton and I just nomnom-ed mine down! Heh, but I shared my lemon tea with Joei, kay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E. was (searches for word) was... pretty fun. We had our 2.4km run with Brenda hallucinating about Jason Mraz waiting for her at the finishing line. Lol, and in my mind? - is to not let Brenda win. But she still won -_- So yeah. After the run, the water cooler was like heaven. The water was so cooling. :D &lt;i&gt;Ooh, baby do you know what love is? Ooh, heaven is a place on earth!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After P.E. was English and nothing happened. Then came Lights. Adele, Jialin and I enjoyed our breakfast :) It was awesome, I tell ya! Adele and I shared our hotcakes with a lot of people! I shared mine with Brenda, Qutub and Galton. Adele probably shared hers with Jovyn, Jason, Wilson and don't know who else. And we spared Joei ONE tiny piece with a little bit of hotcake syrup because we are worried for her health. &lt;s&gt;I forgot about Angela :( I still love you kay!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Liu is darn funny kay. We were eating in a corner at the back of the class. Thankfully I was done with my hotcakes when she came around and asked what were we doing. Grabbing my math textbook and pushing the rubbish (which was in the plastic bag already) aside, I pretended I was consulting Adele. She came as poked at the plastic bag and was like, "MacDonald's?" I guess she assumed we were eating (which we were) so I replied, "Yah, MacDonald's. We ate in the morning." And she was like, "Oh, okay, okay." And walked off -_-v &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/nomnom.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess, Adele, Angela, Brenda, Cheryl, Joei and I were talking about bunning up the hair. So then I tried and everyone said it was nice. :)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened during Maths. We just learnt more logarithm functions and how to differentiate the rubbish. And we learnt how to read utility bills and money rates -_-v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was pretty fun, I guess. We had to write a descriptive essay and the best part is, the teacher gave us this GODPAPER of phrases :D As long as you know where to insert the phrase, you're more or less done xD And for the first time EVER, my essay was TWO WHOLE PAGES LONG. &lt;b&gt;SOLID OR NOT? DAMN SOLID IN THE DAMN FACE, WILSON xD&lt;/b&gt; Galton and I had fun writing the essay, lulz. He was asking me what to write and I was asking him how to write. How epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came English remedial. My brain was practically dead by then. The teacher asked us to rewrite a few paragraphs, like make it more descriptive and alive, whatever rubbish. Like writing a CHINESE descriptive essay isn't enough -_- But it was easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I COMPLETED MY BIO PROJECT. O TEH LURRRRVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Jason and Qutub decided to bitchfight. (Galton trying to be funny.) Then Jason got really angry because Qutub hurt Jason's leg and now Qutub is being funny too. My class is really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/jasongalton.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/qutub.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/mantou.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANTOU~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Qutub and his mantou domination.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/osogay.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles 'having fun' with Saifuddin.&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from Brenda.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The Lord your God will be with you wherever you go."  &lt;br /&gt;Joshua 1:9 (NIV)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-2280754894310826912?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2280754894310826912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=2280754894310826912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/2280754894310826912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/2280754894310826912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/04/teenage-vow-in-parking-lot-till-tonight.html' title='A teenage vow in a parking lot, &quot;Till tonight do us part&quot;. I sing the blues and swallow them too.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-9071346011344321452</id><published>2009-03-29T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:14:49.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am one of those melodramatic fools, neurotic to the bone, no doubt about it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;You said there's tons of fish in the water,&lt;br /&gt;So the waters I will test.&lt;br /&gt;He kissed my lips, I taste your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;He pulled me in, I was disgusted with myself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thinking of You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katy Perry&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qutub's birthday celebration on Friday was awesome :) He said he got 11 shocks on that day. OHF bought him this super huge balloon as a surprise so that he'd look gay carrying it xD And most of OHF went for his birthday dinner at Jack's Place. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I turned David down on his outing request. I felt the need to go to church and I'm glad I went. Attended 5pm service and then went for Alpha course. I feel so enlightened :) Then Andrea, Cedric and I watched 'Confessions of A Shopaholic' :D And Cedric sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went for CG :) Been feeling real happy these few days ever since I renewed my relationship with God. It's like this super awesome fabulous relationship with Him like a boyfriend. :x Except that it's better, because He's always there for me even when I let Him down :c Anyhow, He has always been everything to me - a father, a brother and a lover. :) Teehee, how corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I love Jesus for everything He has done in my life!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-9071346011344321452?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/9071346011344321452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=9071346011344321452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/9071346011344321452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/9071346011344321452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-one-of-those-melodramatic-fools.html' title='I am one of those melodramatic fools, neurotic to the bone, no doubt about it.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-8164665449064330626</id><published>2009-03-24T18:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:11:23.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you see my face, when you walk my way, hope it gives you hell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;You could have knocked me out with a feather.&lt;br /&gt;I know you've heard this all before but we're just hell's neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;Why why why won't the world revolve around me?&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams trees grow all over the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;America's Suitehearts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was totally awesome :) Sugar daddy finally brought me out for a movie! We watched Mall Cop and had pretty awesome seats. Oh, that's not the best part. HE BROUGHT ME TO SAKAE! &lt;s&gt;Like, oh my gey.&lt;/s&gt; ^_^ And being the gentleman like all the guys I've gone out with, &lt;span class="biggreen"&gt;HE PAID FOR ME&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;u&gt;MY&lt;/u&gt; sugar daddy! Nobody else can call him that except me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I bumped into Cedric and Ethan at the end of the movie. Heh. And my photo journal is almost done. It is so prettaye~ I don't care what it takes, I must get my photo journal back after she grades it. &lt;s&gt;JUMP SHOUT HISS SPIT KICK PUNCH DISTURB TOUCH THREATEN STAB SLASH POKE SLAP WHACK CHOKE GAG PUKE MURDER VOMIT GRAB ASSASSINATE KILL&lt;/s&gt; Yes, if she doesn't return it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, off to dinner and then to study. Fry my brains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-8164665449064330626?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/8164665449064330626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=8164665449064330626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/8164665449064330626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/8164665449064330626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-could-have-knocked-me-out-with.html' title='When you see my face, when you walk my way, hope it gives you hell.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-1414061001653896729</id><published>2009-03-21T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:59:53.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't break her if she thinks nothing of you.</title><content type='html'>So I didn't do much today. Went to school for one hour and had lunch with Brenda and Angela. Then went home and did my Bio project but ended up gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so maybe I did quite a lot of things today. Not to mention that owning a few idiots in the game pretty much made my dull day and just a bit of laughter. Then there were my friends making me just really happy. And I fell asleep =_= and missed Seekers in church. So epic. Whilst on the topic of piano with Glacie, I got bored and went to try playing the theme song of Granado Espada and TAHDAH! I haz teh score :3 Very soon I'll master it and play it for somebody to hear :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope tomorrow will be a much more productive day :( Because I don't wanna find out that I've let my years go by wasted. Oh well, off to the piano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-1414061001653896729?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/1414061001653896729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=1414061001653896729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/1414061001653896729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/1414061001653896729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-cant-break-her-if-she-thinks.html' title='You can&apos;t break her if she thinks nothing of you.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-7560077868114972091</id><published>2009-03-18T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:59:43.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you turn around, can you recognise my face?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ub-JJZd1RCA/ScEYE-5Ai8I/AAAAAAAACEA/oyWnQHeira4/s400/epic.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You've got control of me,&lt;br /&gt;Is this the end of me?&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I just can't cut up the strings.&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming back for more,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your heart go,&lt;br /&gt;Please don't walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Homecoming&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Monday&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't rock with David in the end. After the  Social Etiquette course on Monday, I went to Cheryl's house to rock :) It was so fun; Guitar Hero has much nicer songs D: It was a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I rocked at Edsel's house with Adele, Cheryl, Joei, Sherwin, Wilson, Jovyn, Qutub and Galton. But I left earlier because I was going to rock with David at Ben (The Prick)'s house. It was a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Combined Humans and Chinese class was horrible. During Chemistry, I think I almost died, then the test came. And Mr Ong was pretty surprised and glad the way I did my test, I guess. He made my day, seriously. Had (late) lunch with Angela and there wasn't space for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I think I am going to sleep in and rot my day away by studying/doing something useful. It is going to be a horrible day tomorrow. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;6-25-5-21-21-15-18-3-3-21-25-8-11-22-13-0&lt;/u&gt; :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-7560077868114972091?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7560077868114972091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=7560077868114972091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/7560077868114972091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/7560077868114972091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/03/youve-got-control-of-me-is-this-end-of.html' title='When you turn around, can you recognise my face?'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ub-JJZd1RCA/ScEYE-5Ai8I/AAAAAAAACEA/oyWnQHeira4/s72-c/epic.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-837819216704568819</id><published>2009-03-15T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:51:04.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're like a hard candy with a surprise center.</title><content type='html'>&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/disney%20on%20ice/sweetmistake.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It just takes some time,&lt;br /&gt;Little girl, you're in the middle of the ride.&lt;br /&gt;Everything, everything will be just fine,&lt;br /&gt;Everything, everything will be alright, alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Middle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Eat World&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adele, Angela, Brenda, Joei, Edsel, Galton, Jovyn and I went to Disney on Ice! It was so epic :) The girls had sushi together at Sakae Sushi and went shopping :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/disney%20on%20ice/slurp.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/disney%20on%20ice/love.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/disney%20on%20ice/three.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/disney%20on%20ice/four.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/disney%20on%20ice/epic.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/disney%20on%20ice/moarepic.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys came along later :) Then we had so much fun getting to the indoor stadium... ^_^ And the show was awesome. My camera died halfway because of Brenda. So... It's just pathetic D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/disney%20on%20ice/aladdinxjasmine.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/disney%20on%20ice/belle.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/disney%20on%20ice/ariel.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/disney%20on%20ice/lovee.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/disney%20on%20ice/loveee.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/disney%20on%20ice/epiclulz.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to David's house and played Rock Band. Totally owned him :p Except in vocals I guess. Then we went out with Glacie and his friend. And we watched Race to Witch Mountain. It was epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I brought David to church and we went to take neoprints after church. :) It was more epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be going to the &lt;s&gt;rubbish&lt;/s&gt; social etiquette course and then to David's house to play Rock Band with Sid. It will be epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight:) Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-837819216704568819?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/837819216704568819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=837819216704568819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/837819216704568819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/837819216704568819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-like-hard-candy-with-surprise.html' title='You&apos;re like a hard candy with a surprise center.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-718075502556405914</id><published>2009-03-05T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:08:48.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's pretend you're mine - You got what I like, I got what you like.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/epic.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="biggreen"&gt;we are worlds apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-718075502556405914?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/718075502556405914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=718075502556405914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/718075502556405914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/718075502556405914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-pretend-youre-mine-you-got-what-i.html' title='Let&apos;s pretend you&apos;re mine - You got what I like, I got what you like.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-4843153060819359669</id><published>2009-03-04T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:37:12.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your point of view is medieval.</title><content type='html'>I've just about had it with typical afraid-to-die aka &lt;i&gt;kiasu&lt;/i&gt; Singaporeans. But first, I must say I am a Singaporean too and that I'm not a perfect person - I'm just very annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so afraid you won't get up the bus? It's not like this is the ONE and ONLY bus in Singapore. So what if you miss it? There's always a next one. You don't have to shove and push around just FOR YOURSELF to get up the bus. Look at all the other more needy people around you - pregnant women, mothers with younger children, the elderly, students carrying an OBVIOUSLY heavy pile of books, etc. All of you adults want US students to study our brains off but look what all of you are doing. We can't be late for school, we have to wake up so early so that we don't miss the bus (due to inconsiderate people) or train, because if we do, we will be late and our conduct will drop and then it will be on our record. When we go out to the working world, people will look at our record and shake their heads. It all comes down to this: Inconsiderate Typical Kiasu Singaporeans. I have to say, most of the time I let people get up the bus first, unless I'm carrying lots of books and whatever else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so afraid you won't get down the bus? Look, the bus hasn't stopped and you're demanding for a way just FOR YOU to exit the bus. What are the odds of you not being able to make your way down the bus? You could always RING THE BELL again for the driver to open the door. If you're that dumb, that's what the bus bell is for. It's not like we all have perfect balance, we are human like everyone else too. How annoying can you get, do you think you own the public transport? It's called PUBLIC transport for a reason, and if you can't tolerate how irritating traveling by PUBLIC transport, go take a taxi or better yet, get a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so afraid you won't get up the train? There's PLENTY of space throughout the whole station. If you can't get a place, blame yourself for not walking to the other parts of the station like the middle or the ends, because it is empty most of the time. Typical Singaporeans tend to crowd around the escalators and lifts, then later wonder &lt;i&gt;why I can't seem to get a space on the train?&lt;/i&gt; Like hahaha, make me laugh. People like you are the reason why people like me need education. I don't crowd around such areas on the weekends so I'm not really at fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so afraid you won't be able to order your food? It's not like we live in some horrid state of poverty. We have such a wide variety of food to choose from, so stop mobbing the damn store. -_- Go eat something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. That's all. I don't care about your comments. I am just so pissed with &lt;i&gt;Typical Kiasu Singaporeans&lt;/i&gt; who are just plain dumb. &lt;u&gt;Have brain like no brain like that.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPIC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-4843153060819359669?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4843153060819359669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=4843153060819359669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/4843153060819359669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/4843153060819359669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/03/your-point-of-view-is-medieval.html' title='Your point of view is medieval.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-8781758501658671424</id><published>2009-03-01T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:57:24.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You wanna show the world but no one knows your name yet.</title><content type='html'>Open Sunday was a blast! I can't believe I sat in the sun with Lydia and Ritchie for 3 whole hours. And I got sunburnt. D: Oh well. I don't have the peekcturexz so I'll be waiting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My station was awesome. My lovely partner, Zeken, was taken away to be a guide D: And the bridge at my station was gone! So I had to think up of a new game with Lydia and Ritchie. The team would have to build a sandcastle which we've drawn and it must be up to our (rather, Ritchie's) expectation, with their hands only :) After they are done, they must find a guy and a girl to take photo of the sandcastle with them :3 Uber fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, sunburn -_- for the first time in my life. Whee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE DIMPSALM AND MOST OF ALL, GOD :D THE LOVE OF MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/dinah.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-8781758501658671424?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/8781758501658671424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=8781758501658671424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/8781758501658671424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/8781758501658671424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-wanna-show-world-but-no-one-knows.html' title='You wanna show the world but no one knows your name yet.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-5870710169477249420</id><published>2009-02-25T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:27:01.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look inside your tiny mind, then look a bit harder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/DSC01245.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Chemistry Common Test was &lt;s&gt;HAIR&lt;/s&gt; pretty easy. Maybe it's because all of us prepared very hard for it ;o But still, I'm going to congratulate all you Bochaps! :) Hope we all ace it, even if he marks it strictly. I believe we can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the paper, the heavens poured ._. Then came the lightning risk alert rubbish... (Rub the bish! By Adele the Awesome) Instead of playing cards, we spent quality time together! That's like a miracle alright :) Lots of rub-bish happened but I'm too lazy + exhausted to write everything down. Facebook is for the lazy like me! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Princess Bitch introduced another new stupid song to me... :) I think we can all use it to convey our message to that stupid transexual ^_^ Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look inside, look inside your tiny mind, then look a bit harder&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're so uninspired, so sick and tired, of all the hatred you harbour&lt;br /&gt;So you say it's not OK to be gay, well I think you're just evil&lt;br /&gt;You're just some racist, who can't tie my laces&lt;br /&gt;Your point of view is medieval&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you (fuck you)&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you very very much&lt;br /&gt;Cause we hate what you do and we hate your whole crew&lt;br /&gt;So please don't stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you (fuck you)&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you very very much&lt;br /&gt;Cause your words don't translate and it's getting quite late&lt;br /&gt;So please don't stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get, do you get a little kick out of being small-minded?&lt;br /&gt;You want to be like your father, it's approval you're after&lt;br /&gt;Well that's not how you find it&lt;br /&gt;Do you, do you really enjoy living a life that's so hateful?&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's a hole where your soul should be&lt;br /&gt;You're losing control a bit&lt;br /&gt;And it's really distasteful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you think we need to go to war&lt;br /&gt;Well you're already in one&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's people like you&lt;br /&gt;That need to get slew&lt;br /&gt;No one wants your opinion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lily Allen - Fuck You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-5870710169477249420?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/5870710169477249420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=5870710169477249420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/5870710169477249420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/5870710169477249420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/02/look-inside-your-tiny-mind-then-look.html' title='Look inside your tiny mind, then look a bit harder.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-4150851964586594719</id><published>2009-02-23T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:45:57.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only one word for you: Pathetic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Do you hear me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Across the water across the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;Under the open sky oh my, baby I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I feel your whisper across the sea&lt;br /&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jason Mraz feat. Colbie Caillat - Lucky&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLU COUNT: 8 DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been rather busy these few days. Had lots of fun in school too. My comp is down so I won't be able to upload pictures. To encapsulate it all, things are going pretty well. I can do mole calculations (finally!) and differentiation (omgwtfbbq)! For the others... I have to practise more, really. My combined humans is teh phailxz. I think I'm going to do much better in Chinese that combined humans :( What rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out on Saturday and met a few friends from online. It was lame... Lol. No comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel even sicker D: Must be the flu -_- I think I used up more than 100 pieces of tissue, or maybe nearing 150 pieces, since last Thursday :( Been sick with some rubbish flu since 23 Jan :( Oh gosh, not to mention I lost my voice for a period of time (and had some really sexy voice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAHHHH. WHATEVER. RUBBISH POST. EPIC IZ EPIC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-4150851964586594719?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4150851964586594719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=4150851964586594719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/4150851964586594719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/4150851964586594719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/02/only-one-word-for-you-pathetic.html' title='Only one word for you: Pathetic.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-6594663467234237111</id><published>2009-02-13T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:11:39.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You may be right, I may be crazy, but it just might be a lunatic your looking for.</title><content type='html'>Today was AWESOME TO THE MAX I tell you. I don't know if I'll be able to get it all down in words but I'll try. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started off pretty well I guess, since morning assembly was in the hall. Yes, indeed, we were all rushing to complete our Chemistry file and study for my Biology test... Then we had to stand up for the assembly stuff. Adele and Joei went mad halfway and started to sing loudly in Khairul's ear :D Charles, Qutub and Wilson just sat down like nobody's business. While taking the pledge, instead of placing the fist over the heart, Adele and Joei did the peace sign -_- Guess what! I did it too. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Biology, that lady came late so we didn't take our test. How awesome. And she almost tried to postpone the test to tomorrow. Yes, 14th February 2009, so gorgeous. But then she lost to the majority :3 And we have our test next Tuesday. Awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry was next... And Mr Ong is still as cute as ever. Hahaha. We went through our TYS and had lots of fun learning how to do some silly questions on speed of reaction. :D Don't know why he likes to call us by our full names, so funny. Somehow I think I learned something today... So it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Miss Liu didn't come today! So unfair, my chinese teacher never takes an off day AT ALL. But it doesn't matter. And I completed Adele's A4 drawing already. Finally~ The relief teacher is fail. :D I love Wilson's purple sash. He only wears it when he's stressed :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC01185.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC01186.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Maths... It was just as fun. We have learnt up til multiplication of matrices. Qutub, Izzuan and stupid Brenda made so much noise they were called up to do the sums -_- Then while I was asking Qutub for a $10 note, Mrs Goh called me up to do a question along with Qutub. That funny terrorist ah... I managed to make Mrs Goh let me do his question because it was easier. Total ownage, I got the easy question :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies wasn't fun :( I thought it was recess after maths so my brain totally shut down :( But still, it was fun because... I can't remember why -__- And recess wasn't fun at all :( The noodle store's queue was so long! Oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese seemed to go by so fast today :D Other than the fact that there was no remedial, the teacher seemed to be rather cute today. Hahaha. Time went by pretty fast and soon, school was over! &lt;s&gt;YAY LIKE NO HAIR&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had break for like... nearly two hours! So Adele, Joei, Brenda, Cheryl and a few others and me went to Causeway Point to buy lunch :D Lots of things happened in Causeway Point, I swear it didn't feel like 2 hours okay... First, we decided to settle lunch, of which Adele and I had pizza! It's our King and Queen Bitch valentine day pizza :D We love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked around, getting last minute valentine's day gift, blabla... To sum it all up, I bought a puzzle for Angela and then later, Adele, Brenda and I went to buy drink and we all headed back to school AND IT WAS GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC01187.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC01188.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC01189.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC01190.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Brenda only have 5 pieces of sushi and Joei... 2 lollipops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC01191.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC01192.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza owns. King Bitch loves Queen Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC01193.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later I got bored... :x So I decided to fix up Angela's jigsaw puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC01194.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC01195.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adele, Brenda and Joei joined in but Brenda gave up :D Hahaha. And we completed this in 1 freaking hour! WE ARE GORGEOUS. 204 TINY pieces, don't play play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC01198.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC01197.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC01199.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a bit of rubbish crap from that lady... And we went down to the canteen to slack AND PLAY STRESS. I tell you, King and Queen Bitch owns it okay. We played until our brain got numb and started to lag. -_- Even Joei and Brenda's brains were faster... Haha. Sadly we didn't take videos because ours is the silent one :D Not like Wilson and Jason... Though we screamed quite a bit, it still isn't as dramatic as Wilson and Jason's. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all then went home happily even though we were exhausted. It was awesome, too awesome :D And see this crazy Joei, put her rose in a cup of ice LYING on the table... Win liao, nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC01200.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-6594663467234237111?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/6594663467234237111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=6594663467234237111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/6594663467234237111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/6594663467234237111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-may-be-right-i-may-be-crazy-but-it.html' title='You may be right, I may be crazy, but it just might be a lunatic your looking for.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-8463857096521907474</id><published>2009-02-12T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:54:24.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's flip a coin - heads, you're mine; tails, I'm yours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC00044.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adele's epic bottle fall.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must I mention how much I love Adele, Wilson and Jason? They seriously make my day, especially Wilson. :D Made me laugh til my sides couldn't hurt any worse than it already is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC01158.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC01161.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remedial ended at 4 o'clock yesterday. Adele planned to go to Causeway Point but apparently Brenda, Qutub... Who else? They all backed out. And me, being the nice one, decided to accompany her. :D We decided to watch Jason and Wilson do the 'Kangaroo Hop' or whatever that thing is, which they would do for their FFC thing. Then we talked ourselves into studying but Adele wanted me to bring my cards along, so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat at a quiet corner by the hall and played a few rounds of taiti :) And Wilson and Jason dropped by once in a while. (Wilson and Jason were raining.) They were done with their FFC stuff at around 5.20 and they joined us... Yes, Adele and I didn't get to study -_-!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adele suggested that we play stress, so... We did. -_- Epic win can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed width="238" height="151" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://img.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/MOV01162.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="238" height="151" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://img.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/MOV01165.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D They are so loved! We played until 6.30 -_- Never had this much fun for as long as I can remember, lol. :D And Jason can be so funny at times. Heh heh heh ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC01160.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC01159.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda and Qutub were caught in the sudden downpour when they abandoned us and went off first :D And we were having so much fun in school without them :D Serves them right, this is what you get for leaving us alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing to our hearts' content, we left for home. :) We walked together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC01167.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... Wilson... I really have to salute you. For trying to avoid having your picture taken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC01168.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You backed off onto the grass and stepped on dog poo. Whee! Nothing to say -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC01170.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least later you didn't run away, you covered your face... Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC01172.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC01173.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today :D More stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed width="238" height="151" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://img.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/MOV01176.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson, Jason and Qutub got horny during English remedial today... Don't know what they talked about but we're all sure it's something horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC00045.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC00046.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC00049.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC00050.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC00051.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC00054.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC00059.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not be mean and make up random captions. Hahaha, though I must add... Adele's comment for the last one was "They're doing the waltz!" Hahaha. Epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later, Adele and Joei accompanied me to Causeway Point to photocopy some stuff and guess who we saw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC01183.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! It's Jovyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/gorgeously%20epic/DSC01184.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D At a puzzle shop! And look at the date! *hintshints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:3 It's really up to you to decide and yeah. So happy these two days, in some way :) I love you guys, really. You all make my day. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-8463857096521907474?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/8463857096521907474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=8463857096521907474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/8463857096521907474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/8463857096521907474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-flip-coin-heads-youre-mine-tails.html' title='Let&apos;s flip a coin - heads, you&apos;re mine; tails, I&apos;m yours.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-6060057878811164587</id><published>2009-02-09T17:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:14:25.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't read my, can't read my, No he can't read my poker face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/aceofheartsmine2.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="orange"&gt;"Can't read my poker face."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a really bad day for me, really. Thankfully it's almost the end of the day... I am willing to pass my bad luck on -_- Have fun laughing at my rubbish day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have a good night sleep (I wonder why :D!) but it doesn't matter. So I left the house happily to meet Angela only to realise I forgot to bring my bus pass when I reached the station ._. Well, okay, never mind... Just go~ -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on my way to school, I realised I forgot to bring extra money for the postage fee today but I shrugged it off as I had my bank card :\ Okay, continue on -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I reached school and headed to the toilet with Angela and I freaking dropped all my coins -_- How bad can that get, but some nice people helped me pick them up. Okay, not so bad... Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the 5 awesome, gorgeous, fabulous, lovely, magnificent math periods ._. Somehow my logic in life is screwed so I can't seem to grasp the concept of the chapter on possibility so... I flunked it. Like what the xxxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got my A.maths paper back. Got a big egg for my trigonometry chapter -_- Epic winz. Wheee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day went on just well... Had fun during Chemistry practical and even more fun during assembly. &lt;span class="biggreen"&gt;WILSON IS HORNY; HORNY, HORNY, HORNY &lt;3&lt;/span&gt; Angela and I went home together and I almost left my wallet on the train. Too awesome, simply marvellous. I do hope nothing like this happens tomorrow -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I went to the post office and mailed a registered article out :3 I feel so accomplished somehow - must be the stress getting into my head. And yeah... I have like so many pretty cards :) Nup, I'm not obsessed with cards :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/DSC01137.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's pray for a better tomorrow. Random note: I think I have a sexy back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-6060057878811164587?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/6060057878811164587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=6060057878811164587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/6060057878811164587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/6060057878811164587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/02/cant-read-my-cant-read-my-no-he-cant.html' title='Can&apos;t read my, can&apos;t read my, No he can&apos;t read my poker face.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-1698860248358927117</id><published>2009-02-05T18:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:40:31.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you can't get someone out of your head, maybe they're supposed to be there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/stealingkisses.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits: &lt;a href="http://dmendes.deviantart.com"&gt;Dmendes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I've got your picture in my wallet, &lt;br /&gt;And your phone number to call it, &lt;br /&gt;And I miss you more,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I think about you. &lt;br /&gt;I've got your mixed tape in my Walkman, &lt;br /&gt;Been so long since we've been talkin' &lt;br /&gt;And in a few more days, &lt;br /&gt;We'll both hook up, &lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;FM Static - Moment of Truth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week has been rather hectic and tomorrow's Friday! Gosh, not that I'm really stressed... (Maybe a little, but still.) It's just that I think I kinda spoiled my voice :\ I won't sound cute and everything else anymore... ~_~ Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't really matter yet because it doesn't sound too bad. Some still say it's sexy :) I really hope I'll get my voice back because even though I love my sexy voice, I miss my old voice, really. :( Forgot how it sounds like already~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda worried about my A.maths :\ Especially trigo. I'm supposed to OWN in it but look where am I now -___- I think Jason and I are the black horses, heh. We will pwn the paper soon :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever! Things will be fine if I don't slack and I'm not! Heh. I looked back at my old stuff and it kinda brought back a flood of memories... Why do I store my memories in songs :( I flipped through some lyrics I printed out when I was 13,14. I miss being young, ignorant and mischievous... Whatever else a little imp can be. :( But we all have to grow up, how sad... But our second childhood is when we retired :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Underwood's Starts With Goodbye and Wasted brings back so much memories... And a few other random old songs :( Like Cascada's Bad Boy (wtf) and Everytime We Touch. Songs, songs, songs. My poor little memory bank ;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="255" height="174"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fs5_vNMg1xc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fs5_vNMg1xc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="255" height="174"&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/4647782737174904098-1698860248358927117?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/1698860248358927117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=1698860248358927117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/1698860248358927117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/1698860248358927117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-you-cant-get-someone-out-of-your.html' title='If you can&apos;t get someone out of your head, maybe they&apos;re supposed to be there.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-56638223732281610</id><published>2009-01-28T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:58:23.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dream of a better world where chickens can cross roads without having their motives questioned.</title><content type='html'>My flu is going away but my cough is still around though it's getting better. THEN I had to go to school and sit beside &lt;u&gt;that stupid bitch&lt;/u&gt; who calls me &lt;i&gt;her best friend&lt;/i&gt; and start shouting at me as her normal voice =_= Sometimes, I really don't wanna sit beside her and I'm going to sit beside Qutub tomorrow! He is going to talk for me and when my vocal cords finally heal, I'll go sit beside Brenda. I don't think she'll mind because she gets to sit beside Izzuan... Oh well. :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Robert and Greggy! :p Australian friends are cool 8D I hope I get my voice back soon so I can talk to them. :D Alright! Sick person going to rest. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, Adele reminded me of some contest thingy which made us so high, I kinda made Brenda mad too. My convo with Brenda the Princess Bitch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;razor kissed wrists ♥ says (10:43 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*adele is calling herself queen bitch and calling me king bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbrendda...//   LITTLEST THINGS THAT TAKE ME THERE says (10:43 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*tsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;razor kissed wrists ♥ says (10:43 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbrendda...//   LITTLEST THINGS THAT TAKE ME THERE says (10:43 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*im princess bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;razor kissed wrists ♥ says (10:43 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*adele ❤ says (10:42 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*CALL ME QUEEN BITCH&lt;br /&gt;*YOU KING BITCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbrendda...//   LITTLEST THINGS THAT TAKE ME THERE says (10:43 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*CALL MY PRINCESS BITCH YOU KING AND QUEEN BITCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;razor kissed wrists ♥ says (10:43 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*WTF&lt;br /&gt;*WE NEVER HAD SEX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbrendda...//   LITTLEST THINGS THAT TAKE ME THERE says (10:44 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*I AM THE PRINCESS BITCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;razor kissed wrists ♥ says (10:45 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbrendda...//   LITTLEST THINGS THAT TAKE ME THERE says (10:46 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*CALL ME PRINCESS BITCH NOW NOW NOW&lt;br /&gt;*call me call me call me NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;razor kissed wrists ♥ says (10:47 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*=.=&lt;br /&gt;*hello brenda&lt;br /&gt;*can hear me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbrendda...//   LITTLEST THINGS THAT TAKE ME THERE says (10:47 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*CALL ME PRINCESS BITCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;razor kissed wrists ♥ says (10:48 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*call me king bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbrendda...//   LITTLEST THINGS THAT TAKE ME THERE says (10:48 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*king bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;razor kissed wrists ♥ says (10:48 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbrendda...//   LITTLEST THINGS THAT TAKE ME THERE says (10:48 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*now, call me princess bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;razor kissed wrists ♥ says (10:48 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*princess bitch.&lt;br /&gt;*omg must post this on blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbrendda...//   LITTLEST THINGS THAT TAKE ME THERE says (10:48 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*OKAY : D&lt;br /&gt;*-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;razor kissed wrists ♥ says (10:48 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbrendda...//   LITTLEST THINGS THAT TAKE ME THERE says (10:48 PM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*ohkay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-56638223732281610?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/56638223732281610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=56638223732281610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/56638223732281610'/><link rel='self' 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just wasn't there. The eve of Chinese New Year falling on a Sunday is a seriously bad idea. I guess half the CG wasn't around but that wasn't the worse part. Home blessing was still fun then we all headed for lunch and some left for reunion lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was seriously depressing. The background music didn't help. Class 95 is stupid, playing all those depressing music. Then Eliza wasn't in the mood as usual. Hannah and Valery got into a fight. Pauline left to help them. Then Marcus, Amos and Zeken disappeared. Just left with all the quiet ones... How depressing can the eve of CNY get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I have no mood for reunion dinner. It's gonna be the same as every year - Head to grandma's house, do the noodle toss then sit around and do nothing since I am unable to talk to small kids and can't converse well in dialect. How awesome. 3 days of torture. I'd rather go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go me, go go power rangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched kids&lt;br /&gt;On a merry-go-round&lt;br /&gt;Or listened to the rain&lt;br /&gt;Slapping on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?&lt;br /&gt;Or gazed at the sun into the fading night&lt;br /&gt;You better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Don 't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you run through each day, On the fly&lt;br /&gt;When you ask, How are you&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear the reply&lt;br /&gt;When the day is done&lt;br /&gt;Do you lie in your bed&lt;br /&gt;With the next hundred chores&lt;br /&gt;Running through your head&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever told your child,&lt;br /&gt;We'll do it tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And in your haste, Not see his sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Ever lost touch, Let a good friendship die&lt;br /&gt;Cause you never had time&lt;br /&gt;To call and say,'Hi'&lt;br /&gt;You'd better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you run so fast to get somewhere&lt;br /&gt;You miss half the fun of getting there.&lt;br /&gt;When you worry and hurry through your day,&lt;br /&gt;It is like an unopened gift.... Thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a race. Do take it slower&lt;br /&gt;Hear the music&lt;br /&gt;Before the song is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Author unknown)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-8170278387198545848?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/8170278387198545848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=8170278387198545848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/8170278387198545848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/8170278387198545848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/01/strength-is-nothing-more-than-how-well.html' title='Strength is nothing more than how well you hide the pain.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-4607559056821107097</id><published>2009-01-22T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:21:43.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's always light at the end of the tunnel. Just pray that it isn't an oncoming train...</title><content type='html'>Hello world. Sorry for the lack of updates. I haven't been able to find time to upload all the random crap I've been having in class lately. There was the OneHugeFamily (OHF) gathering for breakfast on Monday and just today. I wasn't able to finish two whole burgers (My latest record lols) without Qutub. Ahaha, then I was late with Angela on Wednesday. (What happened to Tuesday?!) Then today, I was almost late again. How awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently down with a slight flu and I have a Math and Chinese test tomorrow. Thankfully it's E.maths so I don't really have to worry so hard. Still. I have to study. And I have a mosquito bite on my eyelid and my right feet. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/andrea1.png" width="230" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/brenda/brenda1.png" width="230" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/brenda/?action=view&amp;amp;current=brenda2.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/brenda/brenda2.png" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/macd%2016jan/happybong.png" width="230" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then Jesus told them, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"I tell you the truth, if you have faith and don't doubt, you can do things like this and much more. You can even say to this mountain, 'May you be lifted up and thrown into the sea,' and it will happen. You can pray for anything, and if you have faith, you will receive it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 21:21-22 (NLT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-4607559056821107097?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4607559056821107097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=4607559056821107097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/4607559056821107097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/4607559056821107097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/01/theres-always-light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='There&apos;s always light at the end of the tunnel. Just pray that it isn&apos;t an oncoming train...'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-4164777324609763721</id><published>2009-01-13T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:02:11.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's too late for you and your white horse to come around.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe my class is still stuck with doing last minute projects. We rushed the class decoration alright! And it's super awesome :D I think Brenda and I are like the awesome-st. We probably come up with all the wackiest ideas... Or at least I improvise on Brenda's raw idea :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, today was a pretty boring day and I had 2 burgers at MacD in the morning with Qutub so I didn't eat my fishball noodles today... Lol. And this is how Wilson and Qutub play their stupid cards... Aka Yu-gi-oh. :D (Psst, notice how EMPTY the board behind was!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed width="248" height="161" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://img.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/class%20deco%2013jan/MOV00001.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During English period and after school, we rushed with the designs. The final product was awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/class%20deco%2013jan/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00950.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/class%20deco%2013jan/DSC00950.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, or rather Brenda and I decided to just place the timetable at the back of the class. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/class%20deco%2013jan/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00959.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/class%20deco%2013jan/DSC00959.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the sakura petals didn't look too bad after all! With the flowers of course. I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/class%20deco%2013jan/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00958.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/class%20deco%2013jan/DSC00958.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to talk about Wilson. Lol, he's like the most fantastic helper! He was like buzzing around hahaha~ There was Qutub too, but he was like noisier so... He didn't win this :D So sexy right~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/class%20deco%2013jan/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00955.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/class%20deco%2013jan/DSC00955.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 8th world wonder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/class%20deco%2013jan/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00953.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/class%20deco%2013jan/DSC00953.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part of the board was already decorated like last week or something, when we were still blissfully unaware of this amazing competition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/class%20deco%2013jan/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00956.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/class%20deco%2013jan/DSC00956.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I can't believe my classmates actually went with the idea of sticking our trademark line outside the class =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/class%20deco%2013jan/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00964.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/class%20deco%2013jan/DSC00964.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it includes the copyright symbol! Hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/class%20deco%2013jan/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00965.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/class%20deco%2013jan/DSC00965.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome awesome guitar~ (with Wilson's award there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/class%20deco%2013jan/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00957.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/class%20deco%2013jan/DSC00957.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messy messy preparations~ And weird Qutub! And more pinkness in the class; pink fans! Epic win~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/class%20deco%2013jan/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00960.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/class%20deco%2013jan/DSC00960.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/class%20deco%2013jan/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00961.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/class%20deco%2013jan/DSC00961.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/class%20deco%2013jan/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00963.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/class%20deco%2013jan/DSC00963.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/class%20deco%2013jan/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00952.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/class%20deco%2013jan/DSC00952.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least... The finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed width="248" height="161" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://img.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/class%20deco%2013jan/MOV00003.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO LOVE MY CLASS PLEASE, LOL. THEY ARE FUNNY TO THE MAX.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-4164777324609763721?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4164777324609763721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=4164777324609763721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/4164777324609763721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/4164777324609763721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-too-late-for-you-and-your-white.html' title='It&apos;s too late for you and your white horse to come around.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-7002180057791700087</id><published>2009-01-12T19:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:56:02.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes people run away just to see if anyone cares enought to follow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up that you're okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm falling to pieces, yeah, I'm falling to pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;And when a heart breaks, no, it don't break even.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-7002180057791700087?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7002180057791700087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=7002180057791700087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/7002180057791700087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/7002180057791700087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/01/sometimes-people-run-away-just-to-see.html' title='Sometimes people run away just to see if anyone cares enought to follow.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-501416459084027045</id><published>2009-01-10T09:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:44:37.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The storybook I would love to be trapped in.</title><content type='html'>The sun was high in the sky, throwing its warmth down in golden pillars around the vibrant cityscape. Days like these would be spent in lands with fire-breathing dragons, unicorns, elves and all kinds of magical creatures but today, I have been moping around due to the lack of new adventures to sink into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, a ray of light at my bookshelf caught my eye. I walked over slowly, squatting down to grab the book. &lt;i&gt;The Last Battle&lt;/i&gt; by C. S. Lewis; it was my favourite book of all time. Carrying the book in my hand, I went to my cozy corner and settled down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day turned into night soon enough and I realised was not alone. With me, were two children, around my age. We were together in a dark, cold and muddy place with a man tied up in front of us. I walked around him, studying his profile while the two of them were busy freeing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out that the two children were called by Tirian, who claimed to be one of the Kings in Narnia and the two children were supposedly the chosen ones, related to the High Kings and Queens of Narnia. It did not really matter to me who they were yet - I was busy being amazed at where I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, we walked to the bottom of the valley, taking time to introduce ourselves as we refreshed ourselves with a little fountain. The two children, a girl and a boy, introduced themselves as Jill Pole and Eustace Scrubb. I did not have time to introduce myself as the two children were busy sharing the story of the Ones who found Narnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued our journey, unsure of our destination but we trusted Tirian to lead us to a safe place. After what seemed like eternity, we reached an open grassy space. A square and short tower, with very few narrow windows and a heavy-looking door facing us. It sat in the middle of the open space, with a stream at at the far side of the tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We soon found ourselves in a rather dark and damp place, with all sorts of armours and weapons hanging around. Tirian showed us a plate-mail which Eustace commented as "funny looking". Tirian agreed, saying that it was not smithed by any Narnian Dwarves and it was the Calormene's outlandish gear. Before we all settled down, Jill pointed out that I had not introduced myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my self-introduction, all of us settled down for the night, sleeping in the armoury, the only safe place for all of us now. I have watched Jill and her archery skills in shooting a rabbit (not a Talking Rabbit thankfully). Though she was not up to the Narnian standards, she was pretty good. Eustace was pretty flexible - being able to learn the skills of a scimitar after mastering the use of a long sword. Tirian fitted me with a bow earlier on, and surprisingly, I was not as bad as I thought. I guess it was one of the effects which Narnian air often has on visitors from our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, or rather evening, we planned to save Tirian's Unicorn, Jewel, first. And if we succeeded, we would try to get away Eastward, and meet with the little army Roonwit the Centaur would be bringing from Cair Paravel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirian briefed us all on how we should behave, now that we were in disguises of the Calormenes. I felt the rush of adrenaline pumping through my body, and my head was soon dizzy with excitement. All four of us started out on our journey with all the great Narnian stars burning in the night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We almost got lost, but thanks to Jill's extraordinary skill of being able to read stars. Also, she knew the Narnian stars perfectly - even when the Spear-head was hidden, she could still work out the direction from other stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woods was awfully quiet, making our rescue mission harder as fear and gloom now reigned over Narnia. When we neared the place where Jewel was held captive, Tirian decided he would go alone. Jill, Eustace and I stayed hidden in the bushes, watching Tirian boldly walk up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for quite a while and then we heard Tirian's whisper. The rescue mission went on perfectly well, and so we headed for home. After a while, Eustace raised an interesting question, "Where is Jill?" Knowing how quietly she could move around, it was a worry. At that moment, a drum beat from faraway could be heard. Jewel cocked his ears forward and said, "Dwarves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dwarves were treacherous beings, they were the enemies too. And then came the sound of hooves. The three of us and the Unicorn stood dead still, for there were so many different things to be worried about now. The steady beat of the hooves came nearer until a standstill and a voice asked if we were still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, it was Jill. With everyone safe with us, we all headed in the direction of home. There was a moment of silence until Eustace asked, "What do you mean you've got &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill simply replied, "The false Aslan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirian was shocked. "What have you done?" He asked Jill, puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill explained that when Tirian had got the sentry out of the way, she thought that she should have a better look at what's inside the stable. It was pretty dark in the stable, so she struck a match and could not believe her eyes. The Aslan everybody's been waiting for was nothing but a Donkey with a bundle of lion-skin tied onto his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a sound that sounded like rasping metal. Tirian was drawing his sword, ready to smite off the head of the accused Donkey. But Jill was quick to protest, saying that it was not the Donkey's fault, but it was the Ape's fault. She explained that the Ape managed to brainwash the Donkey into pretending to be Aslan for the Donkey was not as smart as the Ape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jewel interrupted the conversation, warning of the impending danger. The dwarves were nearing but Tirian was unafraid, for he has the fake Aslan now. He would unveil the Ape's vile plot and show them that this Aslan was not worthy of anything. Everyone was joyous and we set off in the direction of the drumming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two Calormene soldiers leading the group of Dwarves. Tirian was mistaken for a Tarkaan of great lord, so the soldiers came to a halt and spoke with him. The Calormene soldiers were bringing these Dwarves into the salt-pits of Pugrahan, to let them die there, as said to be what Aslan ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I boldly showed them all what they had been listening to, believing in. The Dwarves were all staring at the Donkey with open mouths, unable to believe how they had been able to fool into believing that Aslan is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Calormene soldiers had their spears down and ready for action. They asked for the password, and the King said, "&lt;i&gt;The light is dawning, the lie is broken.&lt;/i&gt; Now guard thee, miscreant, for I am Tirian of Narnia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirian had drawn his sword, signaling for us to fight. Eustace drew his sword, while Jill and I positioned our bows and aimed. We managed to clear the soldiers, and now we had the company of many Dwarves, who would fight with us to save Narnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us continued traveling until an Eagle appeared, coming down to alight on a rock. It brought news of heart wrenching sights. It said it had saw two sights - One was that Cair Paravel was filled with Dead Narnians and living Calormenes, that Cair Paravel was taken by sea. And the other was Roonwit the Centaur lying dead with a Calormene arrow in his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long way to go, but we all perservered. With sights and sounds all around me, the weirdest I had ever seen was probably the figure, larger than me, with the head of a bird and four arms, running through a forest. Tirian said it was the lord of the Calormene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, the four of us and the Talking Beasts, whom we had set free along the way, set off for Cair Paravel to save Narnia. The road back to Cair Paravel and the saving of Narnia was not an easy path, but after numerous battles, all of us prevailed and the lord they had been worshipping eventually defeated the Calormenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a great sight that set all of our hearts beating. The Seven Kings and Queens of Narnia were standing before us, with Jill and Eustace among them. Immediately, Tirian and I felt ashamed at our battle suits but when I looked down, we were in fresh, cool and clean clothes, dressed in clothes we would have worn for the great feast at Cair Paravel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At long last, the moment we’ve all been waiting for – Aslan. The time of salvation has arrived and It has come to save us… As for the ones who chose not to let anyone save them, they were left behind in the shadows, for the only prison they have is their mind and they are afraid of being taken in that they cannot be taken out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the new land of Narnia, everybody lived, even those who had died for a noble death defending Cair Paravel and though I did not do as much as Jill and Eustace did, I was given a noble title of the Queen’s Knight (although I am a female). It was a land where love blossomed and nobody aged. I could have chose to stay along with the Kings and Queens but there was no place for me to stay on… But in my heart will be memories of Narnia and everybody in it, Talking Beasts and the kindness of everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Catch Inkheart in cinemas from 22 January 2009!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-501416459084027045?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/501416459084027045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=501416459084027045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/501416459084027045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/501416459084027045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/01/storybook-i-would-love-to-be-trapped-in.html' title='The storybook I would love to be trapped in.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-1254382532477690798</id><published>2009-01-08T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:15:31.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I smile because we're friends, or should I cry because we'll never be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/?action=view&amp;current=awesomedesk.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/awesomedesk.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click to see the awesome-ness of my normal desk.&lt;br /&gt;P/s: One of the post-its on my table is a Bible verse! It's from Deuteronomy 6:5!&lt;br /&gt;P/p/s: The other says `Jaydebah`. ._.v&lt;br /&gt;P/p/p/s: Just wanna p/p/p/p/p/p/X/s some more :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a pretty stupid day. I was almost late for school because I spent too much of my morning doing Maths! Thankfully I reached on time. Everything was more or less fine until Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learnt redox reaction today. Or whatever it is, because apparently my brain died trying to grasp the theory behind it. It was still okay until recess ._. I didn't know prawn noodles was such a hit in my school. I always thought it was fishball noodles ;_;! I didn't get to enjoy my prawn noodles during recess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was double maths. I managed to survive A.maths but by the time it was E.maths... It was as if I never ate anything during recess =_= So retarded! Lol chinese was rubbish :p I didn't register anything my chinese teacher said, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to the 24.7 prayer at the 6pm slot with Andrea and Cedric tomorrow! I can't wait! It's so totally awesome to be praying with your friends and all seeking the Lord together earnestly :D Like meeting the Lord together... AWESOMENESS TO THE MAX. wheeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've to go do my homework now :) Yes I'm a good girl! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/devastation.png" width=230 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-1254382532477690798?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/1254382532477690798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=1254382532477690798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/1254382532477690798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/1254382532477690798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/01/should-i-smile-because-were-friends-or.html' title='Should I smile because we&apos;re friends, or should I cry because we&apos;ll never be?'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-1635728347645365054</id><published>2009-01-05T19:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:29:39.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can fall from the sky, you can fall from a tree, but the best way to fall is in love with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Cinderella walked on broken glass,&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Beauty let a whole lifetime pass,&lt;br /&gt;Belle fell in love with a hideous beast,&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine married a common thief,&lt;br /&gt;Ariel walked on land for love and live,&lt;br /&gt;Snow White barely escaped a knife. &lt;br /&gt;It was all about blood, sweat and tears &lt;br /&gt;because love, means facing your biggest fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/deviantart/Shattered_Dreams_by_devilmaycryub.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this group of people who totally annoy me. They say they are deeply rooted in their religion, let's take Christianity for example (because I am a Christian).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say they "love God wholeheartedly" and are "proud to be a Christian/child of God". Yeah sure! Go take a look at what you're portraying! If it's not your blogskin that shows angst and hatred against the world, then it's the kind of words you use daily! Swearing, cursing, using all the inappropriate words... Just what kind of Christian are you? You're just a shell, nothing more! You don't even behave like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go talk to the Lord again, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-1635728347645365054?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/1635728347645365054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=1635728347645365054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/1635728347645365054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/1635728347645365054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-can-fall-from-sky-you-can-fall-from.html' title='You can fall from the sky, you can fall from a tree, but the best way to fall is in love with me.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-6797279253980242090</id><published>2009-01-04T02:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T03:34:10.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You say the music's too loud; I say your hearing's too good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Half the time the world is ending,&lt;br /&gt;Truth is that I'm done pretending.&lt;br /&gt;Too much time, too long defending,&lt;br /&gt;You and I are done pretending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/deviantart/feeling_pain___once_again_by_The_Pa.jpg" width=230 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-6797279253980242090?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/6797279253980242090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=6797279253980242090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/6797279253980242090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/6797279253980242090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-say-musics-too-loud-i-say-your.html' title='You say the music&apos;s too loud; I say your hearing&apos;s too good.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-8376219474134374438</id><published>2009-01-02T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:14:23.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'll walk the plank &amp; jump with a smile; if I'm going down, I'll do it with style. And the best part is, you'll never hear me surrender.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/MYAVATARS/getout.gif" align=right&gt; My kindness will kill me one day. Actually it already is, right now... and this time, there's no turning back. It's like leaping off a cliff with no strings attached, just hoping that something will be there to break the fall. It's mad, but I'm willing to lose it all if it's for the better. My current situation is breaking me apart. I hope I make it through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is in a mess and nothing seems to be going right. He comes and goes, sweeping me off my feet, then leaving me out there in the cold, crashing my hopes. To be on the losing end, it's probably what I deserve for being a partypooper. I think I'm going mad; I can't even talk to myself anymore. Nobody else will understand me... Not anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-8376219474134374438?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/8376219474134374438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=8376219474134374438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/8376219474134374438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/8376219474134374438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-ill-walk-plank-jump-with-smile-if-im.html' title='So I&apos;ll walk the plank &amp; jump with a smile; if I&apos;m going down, I&apos;ll do it with style. And the best part is, you&apos;ll never hear me surrender.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-7744023213141353858</id><published>2008-12-28T02:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T02:42:03.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere between all our laughs, long talks, stupid little fights and all our jokes, I fell in love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;i r invisible. forevar.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The holidays are coming to an end soon... Very soon, the O levels will come and then all of us will move on - together or separate ways. Whichever way it goes, all of you will be in my heart. e4'o6'o7 and e1'o8'o9. I hope all of you will remember me too; I don't want to be forgotten, because I believe the memories we have together aren't fake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really expect everyone to remember me, since I'm not such a significant figure. Graduation is the same as parting... It's inevitable, just like a part of your heart tearing away... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall stop being funny now. Off to bed! Roar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-7744023213141353858?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7744023213141353858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=7744023213141353858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/7744023213141353858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/7744023213141353858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2008/12/somewhere-between-all-our-laughs-long.html' title='Somewhere between all our laughs, long talks, stupid little fights and all our jokes, I fell in love.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-2957060067220849873</id><published>2008-12-26T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:09:17.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't sweat the petty things. And don't pet the sweaty things.</title><content type='html'>What a pretty Christmas it has been. I'll admit that I didn't go to church and attend the Christmas service because I decided to sleep in... I'm such a pig.. :( Anyway, I went on to count my Christmas gifts. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chocolates from mom.&lt;br /&gt;2. xoxo from Justin. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.ellusionist.com/product/accessories/cards/vintage+series+1800+deck.do" target="_blank"&gt;Vintage 1800 Series Deck&lt;/a&gt; from Brenda.&lt;br /&gt;4. Royce's from Piggy.&lt;br /&gt;5. Me2you bear keychain from Auntie Celine and Lilian.&lt;br /&gt;6. Manga Bible from myself.&lt;br /&gt;7. Unforgettable madness at orchard with the people from GE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it :p Nothing much to be surprised about since it has always been like this. I didn't include stuff I got from lovely people in the online game :] But they do know they've made me happy. Hoho. Will update with the crazy peekctures lata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-2957060067220849873?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2957060067220849873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=2957060067220849873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/2957060067220849873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/2957060067220849873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-sweat-petty-things-and-dont-pet.html' title='Don&apos;t sweat the petty things. And don&apos;t pet the sweaty things.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-1752398778221899592</id><published>2008-12-24T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:36:20.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 loaves and 2 fishes.</title><content type='html'>Early Merry Christmas from Singapore to the world... This year I'm celebrating Christmas alone with my online friends because there's nobody out there who's able/willing to come out for the night with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met bestie and his other weird friends :p and we walked around for a while. Bestie's eyes are so small lol. After that I continued walking alone for a while more before heading home and I bought myself a manga bible :p It looked rather cool on the outside so I bought it... Then I talked for a while on the phone to daddy fluidz :p He's so funny please. Adults:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago I was with somebody and we were about to head over to the merlion for the celebration... Oh well, it has been so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-1752398778221899592?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/1752398778221899592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=1752398778221899592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/1752398778221899592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/1752398778221899592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2008/12/5-loaves-and-2-fishes.html' title='5 loaves and 2 fishes.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-2020606864813648436</id><published>2008-12-23T02:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T02:30:58.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you can't get someone out of your head, maybe they're supposed to be    there.</title><content type='html'>I went to Sentosa with Brenda, Adele, Joei, Cheryl, Qutub, Edsel, Wilson, Jovyn and Jason just a few hours ago. It was a blast though Brenda, Jovyn and I didn't even play around at the beach. :p The pictures are still with Brenda and Adele so I'll just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I kinda reached late because of the cookies and the stupid "new" phone I got. Edsel and Adele were happily swimming while Joei, Brenda, Jovyn, Jason and I stayed dry on the shore and it was very hot... :( Then after that, Cheryl, Qutub and Wilson came back with water bombs... Can't believe they're playing with that... But yeah, what to do, these people are my crazy classmates... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Qutub, Cheryl, Jason and Wilson joined the others and started swimming. It was still Joei, Brenda, Jovyn and I that were dry 'til the end! Hoho. We went back to Vivo for dinner and we took away from BK and LJS and some rubbish place to have &lt;s&gt;dinner&lt;/s&gt; picnic upstairs. It was so fun, everybody was laughing and making *ahem* jokes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Brenda with her shameless voice. We were planning to take a group photo and needed someone to help us take. It just so happened that there was this group of guys sitting not too far away from us looking "very shiok". So Brenda said, "Eh, why not we just call those people there. They like very shiok leh." Apparently her voice was real. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left, we took pictures at the christmas tree and there was this super duper wuper uber cute baby crawling around! I don't go gaga over all babies but this one was super cute. It's cuter because it cried when Brenda touched her and didn't when i touched :) I r coolest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went our separate ways. Brenda, Joei, Edsel and I left first. If it weren't for the cookies I had to pass to piggy, I'd have stayed and had fun with them... Haha, Cheryl's slippers broke too... :) Oh... Piggy gave me Royce's... So touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I have to talk about this guy. He's so nice to me :p And I call him daddy. He's so funny cans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny says (1:38 AM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ivory"&gt;LOL u msn me i took my hp and see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;❁; razor kissed wrists says (1:39 AM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="orange"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;❁; razor kissed wrists says (1:39 AM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="orange"&gt;AWESOMEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny says (1:43 AM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ivory"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny says (1:43 AM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ivory"&gt;pig father is like that de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;❁; razor kissed wrists says (1:43 AM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="orange"&gt;lolllllllllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;❁; razor kissed wrists says (1:44 AM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="orange"&gt;my father can transform one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny says (1:44 AM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ivory"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;❁; razor kissed wrists says (1:44 AM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="orange"&gt;one time bean one time pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;❁; razor kissed wrists says (1:44 AM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="orange"&gt;woots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny says (1:44 AM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ivory"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny says (1:44 AM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ivory"&gt;ofcuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny says (1:44 AM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ivory"&gt;i'm transformer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;❁;razor kissed wrists says (1:45 AM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="orange"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;❁; razor kissed wrists says (1:45 AM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="orange"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;❁; razor kissed wrists says (1:45 AM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="orange"&gt;THEN ME LEH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;❁; razor kissed wrists says (1:45 AM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="orange"&gt;i don wanna be baby transformer OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny says (1:45 AM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ivory"&gt;OK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny says (1:46 AM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ivory"&gt;baby transformer girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;❁; razor kissed wrists says (1:46 AM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="orange"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;❁; razor kissed wrists says (1:46 AM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="orange"&gt;ZZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;❁; razor kissed wrists says (1:46 AM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="orange"&gt;NOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;❁; razor kissed wrists says (1:46 AM):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="orange"&gt;ZZZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. rubbish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-2020606864813648436?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2020606864813648436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=2020606864813648436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/2020606864813648436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/2020606864813648436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-you-cant-get-someone-out-of-your.html' title='If you can&apos;t get someone out of your head, maybe they&apos;re supposed to be    there.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-7577296801869566744</id><published>2008-12-20T23:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:59:43.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All that ever mattered leaves us in the cold.</title><content type='html'>:D I'm finally done with my cookies! Many tupperwares full of them, ready to be packed. Woohoo, this time they look like authentic cookies. &lt;span class="biggreen"&gt;Goodyyyyyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, christmas is a few good days away :) So hairpee about everything (I guess) and... I've got no cards prepared this year... (That's why I baked cookies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a lovely picture from the lovely game I'm playing :p You guys should know it... &lt;s&gt;granado espada&lt;/s&gt; And yes I always take peekcturezxz in the game :D And this is one of the prettier ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Changed the picture because I forgot to watermark it :p I don't want people to PrintScreen and take it awayyyyyy :(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/granado%20espada/fenglingxbaihu3.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-7577296801869566744?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7577296801869566744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=7577296801869566744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/7577296801869566744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/7577296801869566744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-that-ever-mattered-leaves-us-in.html' title='All that ever mattered leaves us in the cold.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-8998234432462243332</id><published>2008-12-16T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:25:14.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbows are pretty, but you're not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/deviantart/Sweet_Misery.jpg" width=240 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;oh, well.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-8998234432462243332?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/8998234432462243332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=8998234432462243332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/8998234432462243332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/8998234432462243332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2008/12/rainbows-are-pretty-but-youre-not.html' title='Rainbows are pretty, but you&apos;re not!'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-3104269890324775598</id><published>2008-12-04T22:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:25:51.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>345 days and your mmrs still linger on.</title><content type='html'>I went to study with Angela today :D Pretty eventful day, though not up to my expectations. Because I didn't complete my quota...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/blog/DSC00856.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/blog/DSC00857.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/zilianity/blog/DSC00858.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:70%;"&gt;And today, I saw you. &lt;br /&gt;345 days. &lt;br /&gt;I thought you died. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you didn't see me. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;You haven't changed.&lt;br /&gt;And I think I want to talk to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-3104269890324775598?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/3104269890324775598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=3104269890324775598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/3104269890324775598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/3104269890324775598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2008/12/345-days-and-your-mmrs-still-linger-on.html' title='345 days and your mmrs still linger on.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-1502339168613491478</id><published>2008-12-04T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:20:16.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lose sleep just to day dream about you.</title><content type='html'>I've been wasting my holidays away this time :p and today was really wasted. Shall not elaborate on it. At least I did catch up on the mangas I've been stalling for weeks, like Shaman King at chapter 77 for 3 months... :D Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just watched Casshern Sins on okto because I was really bored. Today's episode was Episode 9: The Flower Which Blooms in the Valley of Ruin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending of this episode totally tugged at my heartstrings. D: Go watch this episode. Too bad I didn't cry but it made me really, really sad. &gt;: Poor Nico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Casshern's so cute without his combat helmet. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-1502339168613491478?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/1502339168613491478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=1502339168613491478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/1502339168613491478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/1502339168613491478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-lose-sleep-just-to-day-dream-about.html' title='I lose sleep just to day dream about you.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-7041510767873926900</id><published>2008-11-28T19:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:26:28.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always as beautiful as the saddest rainstorm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/MYAVATARS/thRoadLove.jpg" align="left" /&gt; A little playlist that reminds me of everyone that mattered significantly in my life :) I love you all for what you've done. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Justinian&lt;/u&gt;; Gareth Gates - Say It Isn't So&lt;br /&gt;This song never fails to remind me of the 3rd time we met and I think we were about to go out and play at night :p I thought I was the only one who knew this song... Turns out that you did too... ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hannah&lt;/u&gt;; S Club 7 - Reach For The Stars&lt;br /&gt;Have you forgotten me? :( You were my first friend and this was one of the first few songs I heard when we were at one of our sleepovers. :) I'll never forget you and you're still my Number 1 best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Valery&lt;/u&gt;; Busted - That's What I Go To School For&lt;br /&gt;And you! My 2nd best friend! So happy we're in the same school and I love listening to all your crap stories from your classes :D This will be your ear bug forever and memories of you will always surface when I hear this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Angela&lt;/u&gt;; LMNT - Hey Juliet&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gay, you're my 3rd best friend. And we were listening to this in Tech Hub during our Sec 1/2 holidays right! Haha, happy people listen to happy music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jeffrey&lt;/u&gt;; Mihimaru GT - かけがえのない詩 (Kakegae no Nai Uta)&lt;br /&gt;Our 1st year FWBs anniversary passed on the 1st of September and this was the first song you let me hear that stayed in my mind forever. (Since 18th August 'o7! I still remember!) Guess we aren't as close but you'll always be in my heart like I'll always be in yours. (And I'm sure of it. FWBs forever for the fun of the title.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Andrea&lt;/u&gt;; Puffy AmiYumi - Teen Titans Theme Song&lt;br /&gt;I don't know since when have we been hanging out together! And I don't believe your story :p But whatever, sister! Forever a child at heart... That's why I still have this song in my playlist. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lydia&lt;/u&gt;; Flo-rida feat. T-Pain - Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;STYLO, MILO!&lt;/i&gt; Rofl@you, remember in Sunday School when Hannah and I kept disturbing you? Don't know how we became friends. Yup, and your turkey too. Yeah I can imagine you dancing to this song =_= It never fails to make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Vivian&lt;/u&gt;; M2M - Pretty Boy&lt;br /&gt;We've been through thick and thin together in the first two years of our secondary school life. Between all gossips and secrets, we've became so close... This song reminds me of you because we always talk about our guy stuff together :p Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Brenda&lt;/u&gt;; Simple Plan - I Can Wait Forever&lt;br /&gt;You win Vivian by a year because we'll be in the same class for four years! Haha and of all the songs you've sang, I think this was the best :p (Don't start singing this song to me when school reopens please.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Qutub&lt;/u&gt;; Goldfinger - Stalker&lt;br /&gt;And you, my lovely barbaric friend who keeps pulling my chair in class and "ugahugah"-ing at me... YEAH YOU STALKER! This song so totally reminds me of you - maybe you'll meet your girlfriend like that. Okay joking. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Xinyi&lt;/u&gt;; Leona Lewis - Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;If it weren't for you, I think I'd still be the idiot left behind. I'm sorry for everything I've done. :) Thank you for remembering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="240" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/fhCtoQwdlp/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/fhCtoQwdlp/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="240" height="340" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/nicknorah.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nicknorah.com.sg/"&gt;NICK &amp;amp; NORAH'S INFINITE PLAYLIST&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie opening 11th Dec!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-7041510767873926900?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7041510767873926900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=7041510767873926900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/7041510767873926900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/7041510767873926900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2008/11/always-as-beautiful-as-saddest.html' title='Always as beautiful as the saddest rainstorm.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-7503026952416078331</id><published>2008-11-27T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:23:14.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;99 LIES &amp;amp; 1 TRUTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY'D RATHER BELIEVE I TOLD 99 LIES THAN JUST 1 TRUTH. WHAT A WORLD WE LIVE IN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-7503026952416078331?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7503026952416078331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=7503026952416078331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/7503026952416078331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/7503026952416078331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2008/11/99-lies-1-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-2234481541935248766</id><published>2008-11-27T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:00:19.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're looking for something you can't find, if you give it up, you'll lose your mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/MYAVATARS/holdyourself.png" align="right"&gt;I seriously need a camera. &lt;_&lt; My bro has one, why don't I have one... My computer is getting faggy, it doesn't recognise the same USB I use to plug my phone in despite countless times downloading the software. Oh well, it's getting old? (Only 1½ years old lol?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a damn camera, why can't I get one. It's not like I'm asking for any SLR or some omgwtfbbqkthnxbaitotalpwnage kind of camera. Sigh. I'd make do with a Sony Ericsson Cybershot™ and a &gt;4GB MP3 or whatever. Why does everyone like to make me feel sad? Gonna start bitching about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because we're related in an unrelated way doesn't mean you think you know exactly what I am and who I am. Stop making assumptions/presumptions about why I behave in such a manner. You think you're so smart, just because you're an adult. But you know what? I think you're just a whole load of bullcrap. Go ahead and say what you want because I can't and won't care less about what you want to say. Continue lying, disillusioning and deceiving yourself because all your little psychological games don't work on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why adults like to assume how you will behave/act/be whatever/talk/etc just by taking one look at you/see the way you are for the first time/etc for the rest of the time they are in contact with them. Bah! I can't be believe I'll grow up into a stupid adult like them. Hopefully, keeping my fingers crossed, I won't clog up my mind trying to simplify things but complicate them in the end and then become a stupid adult like I've ranted about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is an evil place, you never know what's gonna come at you. I actually laugh at adults who work in those super tall buildings when they have lunch. They dress the same, they walk the same, they even behave the same! Super stuck up freaks, trying to get better than each other by stepping on the other. "Dog-eat-dog" world huh. Seems like it's not what it's like; rather, the term is "self-centered". Simply can't understand what everybody's fighting about... Why must you all think so much? Dumbasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made life simple for us - we just have to meet our basic needs and serve Him. THAT'S ALL. Why are you all (for the rich asses) trying so hard to "make a living to please yourself" when you be happy by "meeting your basic needs". Don't know what's it with the adults~! Entertain me. Ha-ha-ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-2234481541935248766?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2234481541935248766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=2234481541935248766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/2234481541935248766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/2234481541935248766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2008/11/youre-looking-for-something-you-cant.html' title='You&apos;re looking for something you can&apos;t find, if you give it up, you&apos;ll lose your mind.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-6808169051228951719</id><published>2008-11-22T00:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T00:48:56.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be optimistic; all the people you hate are eventually gonna die.</title><content type='html'>When I tell you you're irritating, go away.&lt;br /&gt;When I tell you you're annoying me, go away fast.&lt;br /&gt;When I tell you you're getting on my nerves, scram.&lt;br /&gt;When I start screaming at you, letting you know you're driving me up the wall, shut that pie hole up and run away fast.&lt;br /&gt;When you see I start throwing things around in your direction, just run away.&lt;br /&gt;When you see you're in hospital, game over; I no longer want to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are just plain annoying. They keep coming and coming AND coming at the same points, just like how a dumb bull would keep ramming at the same closed gate. Don't know why these stupid people SIMPLY do not, and never will understand WHY they can't do things their way. Plain stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/stupidity.jpg" width=350 /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-6808169051228951719?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/6808169051228951719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=6808169051228951719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/6808169051228951719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/6808169051228951719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2008/11/be-optimistic-all-people-you-hate-are.html' title='Be optimistic; all the people you hate are eventually gonna die.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-6548011162771429678</id><published>2008-11-19T23:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:43:56.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this crazy tragic sometimes magic awful almost beautiful life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Laugh-ter    [&lt;b&gt;laf&lt;/b&gt;-ter, &lt;b&gt;lahf&lt;/b&gt;-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-noun&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; When a smile has an orgasm.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored. Then I saw this. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1) Type in “[your name] needs” in Google search:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Dinah needs a giraffe.&lt;br /&gt;(Must be Ezekiel's doings.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2) Type in “[your name] looks like” in Google search:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Dinah looks Anjem Choudary and the whole Al-Muhajiroun crowd are whipping it up.&lt;br /&gt;(Oh-kay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3) Type in “[your name] likes” in Google search:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Dinah likes to Eat: B. G. Hennessy: Books.&lt;br /&gt;(Omg, it's a series of books.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;4 ) Type in “[your name] says” in Google search:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Dinah says: I didn't realize I'd be starting a trend.&lt;br /&gt;(Wao.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;5) Type in “[your name] wants” in Google search:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Dinah wants Religion.&lt;br /&gt;(Must be some new rock band I haven't heard of. Mmmhmm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;6) Type in “[your name] does” in Google search:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Dinah does it right.&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;7) Type in “[your name] hates” Google search:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Dinah hates that she cares what everybody thinks.&lt;br /&gt;(Yeahhhhhhhhhh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;8) Type in “[your name] goes” in Google search:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Dinah goes back to the forest with her only real friend, Vincent.&lt;br /&gt;(But Vincent is a spider! That's what the search added too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;9) Type in “[your name] loves” in Google search:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Dinah loves you, what are you worrying about?&lt;br /&gt;(Exactly!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;10) Type in “[your name] is” in Google search:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Dinah is the daughter of Leah and Jacob, went out to visit the women of Shechem, where her people had made camp and where her father Jacob had purchased the land on which he pitched his tent.&lt;br /&gt;(I knew all this. Lol.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-6548011162771429678?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/6548011162771429678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=6548011162771429678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/6548011162771429678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/6548011162771429678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-this-crazy-tragic-sometimes.html' title='I love this crazy tragic sometimes magic awful almost beautiful life.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-6006108330482241973</id><published>2008-11-18T20:46:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:45:55.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you chose to ignore, you have just chosen to regret.</title><content type='html'>I think today is the most eventful day in my whole holidays (so far). Went job-hunting with Adele today and yes I know it's TOO late to get good jobs but who cares! Both of us might be planning to keep the job even after the holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;D-oh. I lost my post LAWL. Don't bother to retype/remember it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay I do remember I fell sick in darling's home and he took care of me ^_^ and... I miss him loads nao. Sad bong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=300 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 8pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 8pt;'&gt;You are attracted to good manners and elegance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when everything is uncertain, one moment heaven... the next moment hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=300 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 8pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 35% Normal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/hownormalareyouquiz/occasionally-normal.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 8pt;'&gt;You sure do march to your own beat...&lt;br /&gt;But you're so weird, people wonder if it's a beat at all.&lt;br /&gt;You think on a totally different wavelength.&lt;br /&gt;And it's often a chore to get people to understand you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/hownormalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Normal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=300 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 8pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Bed Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourbedsayaboutyouquiz/bed.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 8pt;'&gt;Outward appearances are a concern of yours, but not your primary concern. You try to take care of yourself and your home, but it's not an obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to be an organized person, but you often fall behind. Certain parts of your life tend to fall into chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very high maintenance. You like everything a certain way, and you're grumpy if things aren't the way you like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you tend to be quite dominant. You enjoy taking charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be a down to earth, practical person. You think in terms of what is actual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a bit of a homebody, but you can also make yourself at home anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbedsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Bed Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-6006108330482241973?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/6006108330482241973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=6006108330482241973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/6006108330482241973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/6006108330482241973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-you-chose-to-ignore-you-have-just.html' title='If you chose to ignore, you have just chosen to regret.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-4932665777951339290</id><published>2008-11-12T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:05:15.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile... It looks good on you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/deviantart/183_by_neslihans.jpg" width=300 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Credits to: &lt;a href="http://neslihans.deviantart.com/"&gt;Neslihans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs somebody who finds them indispensable but they just don't know where to look and often find themselves hurt without knowing the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I just typed that out but I find the world in an endless and vicious cycle of heartbreaks. There's no advice I can give but to not give up and stop looking in the wrong places. Or maybe you could just sit around and wait for someone to call out to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, stop thinking about it and have the time of your life! You never know where love is looking! Have fun while being at your best, you might catch somebody checking you out. Things will get better, because God never takes away anything from you without giving you something better. He always does. You just have to trust that He will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, people come and go. Animals come and go. Plants come and go. Everything in this world is only temporary. It is, however, inevitable for the feelings of attachment to happen. The only lethal thing that can happen is if you are unable to walk out of the past and into the future, because only you have the power and authority to help yourself. I am fully aware of the pain but it's the only way most of us can go on. Even ignoring the fact doesn't work; this is reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, cheer up and indulge into sinfully thick chocolate cakes while you can because you're sad. I'll try to get pictures of the Sonore tomorrow to finally update my blog :) Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/deviantart/Cake_by_musk_parfait.jpg" width=300 /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Credits to: &lt;a href="http://musk-parfait.deviantart.com/"&gt;Musk Parfait&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-4932665777951339290?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4932665777951339290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=4932665777951339290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/4932665777951339290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/4932665777951339290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2008/11/smile-it-looks-good-on-you.html' title='Smile... It looks good on you.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-5665483058857196506</id><published>2008-11-03T02:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T02:57:44.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not that I'm anti-social; I just don't like you.</title><content type='html'>I don't know what I'm doing, not sleeping. I should have been in bed an hour ago but I'm still away. Guess the trauma hasn't blown away yet huh. Been through a rocky roller coaster not quite long ago and amazed that I'm still in one piece, though not full in a few aspects of myself. Lulz what am I typing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, looking back at my life, I feel rather pleased with what I have. Socrates said 'An unexamined life is not worth living.' and so I'm doing it now. Indeed, what I've been doing isn't what I'm supposed to do - glorify God's name (which I feel is the most important). Living life the way I wanted isn't what my mission on earth is... and I'm failing this one task. Oh my :( Now I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some other stuff has been happening... I really don't know what to say... I'm confused even though you've already told me the answer... It's just not fair but you don't care :( I feel unjustified. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i think i'm actually depressed. like super sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-5665483058857196506?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/5665483058857196506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=5665483058857196506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/5665483058857196506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/5665483058857196506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-not-that-im-anti-social-i-just-dont.html' title='It&apos;s not that I&apos;m anti-social; I just don&apos;t like you.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-2081032414729698656</id><published>2008-10-30T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T17:17:50.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always together, can say whatever. Be there whenever, best friends forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Running through the monsoon&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the world&lt;br /&gt;To the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Where the rain won't hurt&lt;br /&gt;Fighting the storm&lt;br /&gt;Into the blue&lt;br /&gt;When I lose myself&lt;br /&gt;I think of you&lt;br /&gt;Together we'll be runnin' to somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;And nothing can hold me back from you&lt;br /&gt;Through the monsoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monsoon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tokio Hotel&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid earbug stuck in my head the whole day. But it's a nice song so it's okay haha. Today's Biology SPA practical was so-so... Everybody had different answers so it's hard to say who's right and who's wrong. Oh well. It's over and there's another session next week so forget today! Prepare for Chemistry tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened last Thursday when I was late for school with Qutub. Haha. But I'm lazy to upload the pictures so read Brenda's blog if you wanna know more. When I update I'll have more details than Brenda so have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Qutub, Charles and Jovyn went to the ladies ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-2081032414729698656?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/2081032414729698656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=2081032414729698656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/2081032414729698656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/2081032414729698656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2008/10/always-together-can-say-whatever-be.html' title='Always together, can say whatever. Be there whenever, best friends forever.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-7833456950588098559</id><published>2008-10-21T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:45:23.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I getting better or am I just used to the pain?</title><content type='html'>Having a splitting headache now and wondering why I'm not in bed resting. *sigh* Looks like I won't be able to go out to get my new bag today. Maybe tomorrow after school... After the &lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt; blogging etiquette course I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there's something wrong with me, like the problem's gradually growing. It's not like I eat a lot during dinner but these few days I've been really hungry, feeling like I can eat double my usual portion, which happened, as I tried today. *shrugs* Let's hope it won't turn out to be anything bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, did some thinking just now. It's a wonder how some people can complain about how good their life is, as if their life is the worst one among us all. I don't even want to start comparing because it doesn't matter, you won't understand it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've bumped into a few of my old friends and getting little flashbacks at the moment. It's not like I'll stop in the middle of the path or anything, it's just that... I find it unusual. Maybe there really is something wrong with me. But I've already accepted that fact and, am moving on (again).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-7833456950588098559?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7833456950588098559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=7833456950588098559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/7833456950588098559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/7833456950588098559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2008/10/am-i-getting-better-or-am-i-just-used.html' title='Am I getting better or am I just used to the pain?'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-313613679678347201</id><published>2008-10-19T18:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:00:39.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>While other girls doodle hearts, I doodle tiny stars; little wishes for everything to somehow be okay.</title><content type='html'>I think things are looking up. Not for the studies part, but for the remaining part of my life. Been on Granado Espada lately and done some stupid screenshots. xD Since I've nothing much to share, I'll just let the pictures do the talking, but you must click on the pictures because the pictures are too big for the space on my blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/granado%20espada/?action=view&amp;current=family.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/granado%20espada/family.png" width=300 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/granado%20espada/?action=view&amp;current=introduction.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/granado%20espada/introduction.png" width=300 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/granado%20espada/?action=view&amp;current=oops.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/granado%20espada/oops.png" width=300 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/granado%20espada/?action=view&amp;current=meetingyou.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/granado%20espada/meetingyou.png" width=300 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/granado%20espada/?action=view&amp;current=morethanthat.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/granado%20espada/morethanthat.png" width=300 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/granado%20espada/?action=view&amp;current=thewait.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/granado%20espada/thewait.png" width=300 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/granado%20espada/?action=view&amp;current=thewaitpart2.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/granado%20espada/thewaitpart2.png" width=300 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/granado%20espada/?action=view&amp;current=them.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/granado%20espada/them.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/granado%20espada/?action=view&amp;current=thwack.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/granado%20espada/thwack.png" width=300 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/granado%20espada/?action=view&amp;current=hefaints.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/granado%20espada/hefaints.png" width=300 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/granado%20espada/?action=view&amp;current=ownage.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/granado%20espada/ownage.png" width=300 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/granado%20espada/?action=view&amp;current=capture_00026.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/chloestarangel/granado%20espada/capture_00026.jpg" width=300 /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-313613679678347201?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/313613679678347201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=313613679678347201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/313613679678347201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/313613679678347201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2008/10/while-other-girls-doodle-hearts-i.html' title='While other girls doodle hearts, I doodle tiny stars; little wishes for everything to somehow be okay.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-4902400672477455787</id><published>2008-10-16T15:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T17:21:52.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't run away from you; I walk away slowly. And it kills me because you don't care enough to stop me.</title><content type='html'>We had some crappy shit sexual education today during assembly period. It's kind of a wonder why adults think today's youth are so sexually active. In my opinion, I strongly believe that it's because they keep telling us 'It's the wrong thing to do.' 'Stay away from sex.' Even primary school kids laugh at the word 'sex' because they think it's a bad word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;b&gt;come on&lt;/b&gt;. We live in a world where SEX is in the city. Trying to make us avoid it like the plague is almost impossible. We are a different generation from you adults, we don't think like you anymore because we are not as naive as you adults were when you guys were our age. Think differently, because coming to teach us this will not stop some people from going back to the internet to have their own sexual education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, the sexual education was pure bullshit. They have been repeating the same thing for the past few years. It's like a mosquito constantly buzzing about by my ear. 'Do not have unprotected sex because it can lead to STIs.' Yeah okay, most of us know better than to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hate society. It judges people on what they are doing now, it bases everything on results. Nobody cares enough to see what every single one of us can do. Society doesn't find, you have to be what society needs, to be saved. I've had it, when people tell me, 'That's society. If you hate it, that's your problem, because nobody's gonna care. You're still gonna have to be a part of it, whether you like it or not.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, and fuck off, whoever you are. I know what people are gonna say, and it won't kill you to keep that bloody piehole from spilling your opinions out, because this is what I feel, and I'm going to go against the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever world. I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bloody fucking know my feelings were fake. Well now I know. Thank you so much. Do you know how much i bloody love you more now? Like omg. And now teachers, come on, send me to the fucking General Office. Come on principal, come and accuse me of having a boyfriend and I'll fucking bring you a Ken doll from Barbie and bloody tell you I am in love with mannequins and then send me for counselling. I fucking love all of you and still bloody hate the world. And yes to all imbeciles out there, there's only 'fucking' and 'bloody' in my dictionary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-4902400672477455787?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/4902400672477455787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=4902400672477455787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/4902400672477455787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/4902400672477455787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-run-away-from-you-i-walk-away.html' title='I don&apos;t run away from you; I walk away slowly. And it kills me because you don&apos;t care enough to stop me.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4647782737174904098.post-7545623461731158276</id><published>2008-10-14T18:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:00:22.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best friends can see the hurt in your eyes while others are fooled by your smile.</title><content type='html'>The third time I'm starting over a new. Guess there was just too many things to be brought over so this is the end product. Sigh. I don't know what I'm feeling now. Thankfully I'm still able to keep my composure and behave like a civilised person instead of screaming my heart out on my blog and throwing away my face to the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love polka dots. They're just so cutesy and can almost change the mood. Or well, at least for me. Polka dots are cool, though I'm not into vintage or retro or blabla. Ahaha. Let's just hope things go well for me from now on. I really see nothing in the near future for me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I IS TEH EPIC PHAILURE PL0X.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4647782737174904098-7545623461731158276?l=melancholia-x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/feeds/7545623461731158276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4647782737174904098&amp;postID=7545623461731158276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/7545623461731158276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4647782737174904098/posts/default/7545623461731158276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholia-x.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-friends-can-see-hurt-in-your-eyes.html' title='Best friends can see the hurt in your eyes while others are fooled by your smile.'/><author><name>sereneth(:</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_D-NPk57Fxs/TfmfXBSKiHI/AAAAAAAACUk/mxbmVxdxCog/s220/not%2Bme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
