<?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-7823055</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:25:14.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smoking cannons that shoots your brains off</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>alright i have a mini swollen eye..how am i going to drive. this rhymes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-115388034017492815?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/115388034017492815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=115388034017492815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/115388034017492815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/115388034017492815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/07/swollen-eye.html' title='swollen eye'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-115363705943436225</id><published>2006-07-23T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T14:44:19.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slopes and crank courses</title><content type='html'>yes i have been very busy. My whole bloody life revolves around driving more driving, slopes, crank courses and u-turns. Not very brilliant. So yes I am actually pretty fine with the damn crank courses and s courses but nope my last driving lesson was called the hump time. Shit nehs nehs, I was too nervous, glancing everywhere with the stupid Singapore airlines shit in my mind too and my instructor said to me " ah yoh mehh lissa jing tian ni zai circuit hen lan ..hahahah" I just went uh hahah. Nehs. August 3rd. The day where i will pee on my pants before even siting beside the traffic police instructor or whatever we call them. I just have a bad feeling on that day. I just want Aug 3rd to be over, period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a pack day, with me being woked up by mum's screaming loud voice " daddy ..uncle kim sam passed away" As usual death to me has taken a new status in my life and poped, i went back to bed. Only later then i realise that uncle kim sam is grandpops really close friend and is Lim Kim Sam the former cabinet minister. I felt quite bad as I thought it was some friend, never did I knew they grew up togther Uncle Kim Sam, Uncle Pang, Grandpa. So there i was staring into Grandpop's eyes hearing him speaking of those good old days. Never met him, but from the stories that mum told me how she used to play at his place. He is a fine old man.Memories. Rushed him to Dalvey road then White house road and never in my life have i seen so many hot spanky cars in an old man's house (uncle pang). I think its like what Grandpa always tells me"when you are born into the world your passport has been stamped with the dates of your entry and departure"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to meet Dad's friends later. Its strange how these people comes into your life. More dinners and social meet ups. Sigh. I just want to pass on August 3rd. After that, i just have to get stuff with my mummysies, meet up with the bitch botch and others. Till then August 29&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-115363705943436225?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/115363705943436225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=115363705943436225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/115363705943436225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/115363705943436225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/07/slopes-and-crank-courses.html' title='slopes and crank courses'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-115286913006091498</id><published>2006-07-14T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T17:25:30.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kudos to ah lau</title><content type='html'>kudos to ah lau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes thank you very much mr eugene lau something something. For driving us all the way to hot and sexy geylang to chomp down on dimsum and yes my ulitmate favourite tau hui. Been such a long time since i met the ah lau, great time catching up. Updates later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-115286913006091498?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/115286913006091498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=115286913006091498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/115286913006091498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/115286913006091498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/07/kudos-to-ah-lau.html' title='kudos to ah lau'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-115269148502031367</id><published>2006-07-12T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T16:04:45.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>johnny oh johnny</title><content type='html'>i never really liked guys with scruffy beards, long hair, but johnny i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-115269148502031367?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/115269148502031367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=115269148502031367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/115269148502031367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/115269148502031367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/07/johnny-oh-johnny.html' title='johnny oh johnny'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-115237627768625603</id><published>2006-07-09T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T00:31:17.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>through the years - kenny rogers</title><content type='html'>through the years - kenny rogers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on loop mode now. Yes i think its a brilliant song and yes it brings back memories of my cousin Pat. The one who was my play mate khaki at grans house. The times where we race down grandmas porch with our rusty bikes, crashing into each other. The days we chunk down fishballs before entering into Dad's car after swimming. Her courage, I saulte her for all the times when she had so suffer through the chemo therapy, the needles, the drugs that make her fall into deep hallucination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006, yes this year has been a real hard ride for me. First was dad then cousin pat-wu jie. This 2 people who were so dear to me, both whom i respect adore and love so much. I've grown, i know that i am stronger now. The questions to him still exist, the nights where i will hug the bear that dad gave me and pray hard that he will enter into my dreams. The days when i sit down and go "Mel you have grown", "Mel you have to take care of your mummy and sister". Sometimes I wish that i could just take a deep breath and someone says everything will be fine....However with all my friends esp 2 idiots that i love so much.  I shall now introduce 2 of my craziest friends, the one that knows me really well, the ones that i will miss dearly when i leave on that jet plane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jules &amp; Terri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my 2 darlings. I give thanks to God for allowing me to have such wonderful friends. The 7 years of friendship still holds strong and frim in my heart. Swollen eyes, tears rolling yes they have seen the worse and best part of me. I thank both of you so so much for this whole year especially. The hours that you spent with me in the hospital, holding me close, providing me with the kleenex tissues telling and giving me all the support. These few months, with your constant support and encouragement has really helped me pull through this whole ordeal. Maybe you 2 nehs nehs dont know, but if you were not there i cant imagine how could i have moved on. This 2 months will be extermly precious with both of you before i see you in like 7 months. I will definetly miss the crapping sessions we have, the laughter, the oooing and awwing at hot korean men, gossiping, and yes spending time with each other. I love you 2 so dearly, sometimes i think many may think we three are lesbos..but yes you 2 are like my crazy sisters. Sometimes i wonder how in the world can the 3 of us hang out together. With different contrasting personalities. One who is so violent always shooting human private parts from her mouth, one who screams at hot guys and  a bitty bit blur, one who tells corny dry jokes and complains at restaurants. Well i guess we are like a pyramid, without each other we will just collaspe into dust. Brilliant analogy.  Jules the one who never laughs at my jokes and Terri my eating partner i will miss you when i leave for UK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7780/500/1600/173865099_c791bb2820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7780/500/320/173865099_c791bb2820.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-115237627768625603?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/115237627768625603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=115237627768625603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/115237627768625603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/115237627768625603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/07/through-years-kenny-rogers.html' title='through the years - kenny rogers'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-115166822450196706</id><published>2006-06-30T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T19:50:24.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>italy</title><content type='html'>come on my darling italiaaaaaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-115166822450196706?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/115166822450196706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=115166822450196706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/115166822450196706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/115166822450196706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/06/italy.html' title='italy'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-115137939691557828</id><published>2006-06-27T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T11:36:36.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>italia</title><content type='html'>italia ...italy..italian. 1:0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayonara..soccer poos! Please take the next qantas flight home and wear your board shorts guzzle down the triple x beer and watch italy play their next game. Maybe another advice i could give them is to take a relaxing trip to steve irwins queensland zoo and keep saying to themselves "G'day Mate". Lucky or what,  italy is in the quarterfinals..yesterday was one of the more emotional matches with my cousin staying back with me at my place catching the whole event. Yes we were that mad to hold each others hand, jump around my sofa when the penalty kick was given and taking place. 4 seconds later, i bet the neighours could hear our maniac screams which even scared the living daylights out of yuki. That cat just jumped went one corner, open her piercing blue eyes and stared at us hardly. TUTTO IL SENSO ITALIA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoots went to the doc for my skin, yes its dry and red on my silken tofu face. Now its more like sandpaper..i just got to be patient to allow the medicine to take place Neh neh. I have to say my grandfather is freaking hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Gong Gong hows lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong Gong: Beautiful but the lady used the grandfather to cooked it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ummm gong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong Gong: Yeah lah..the meat is so huge sure must be the grandfather pig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ummm ok &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong Gong: I must tell her to use the grandchildren type of meat..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-115137939691557828?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/115137939691557828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=115137939691557828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/115137939691557828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/115137939691557828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/06/italia.html' title='italia'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-115115821714573827</id><published>2006-06-24T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:10:17.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lobster red skin</title><content type='html'>i have just reached a conclusion. Melissa Louise Chew Jing Si's skin is ultra sensitive to any shit that touches it. Yes i have been taking shit loads of medicine and now its chinese ones. Total of 16 types of herbs, brewed, stinks and  i am drinking it. Wicked. The best part is that, it works in a very strange way. The difference in chinese medication and western medication is that sipping in those herby chinese drinks will cure it, whereras taking pills will just settle the problem for a time being. So here i am dousing in chinese herbs into my blood stream, which will make my rashes flare up at the begining - it expels it first then heals it. Thus i am like having red freckles on my beautiful silkin tofu face. Shit. I cant believe i skipped shopping with the 2 bs and just covered myself with my thick quilt and dosed off the whole afteroon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug 29. Dont really like that date. Yes i am leaving for london heathrow airport on that date, and on a damn morning flight on thai airways. I hate taking planes for those who dont know me that well. Yes pretty pisst cos my flight is at 8am in the morning, and no one will carry banners for me at that ungodly hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-115115821714573827?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/115115821714573827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=115115821714573827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/115115821714573827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/115115821714573827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/06/lobster-red-skin.html' title='lobster red skin'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-115095926982383116</id><published>2006-06-22T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T14:54:29.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7780/500/1600/new0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7780/500/320/new0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are bored on a bus, this is what you should do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-115095926982383116?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/115095926982383116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=115095926982383116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/115095926982383116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/115095926982383116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/06/pictures.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-115042458724564546</id><published>2006-06-16T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T10:23:07.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from the land of the rising sun</title><content type='html'>nippon chi! back from the land of the rising sun. Yes the one and only Japan. Its cool how one's honeymoon could be converted to a 8 pax family moon. Kudos to the newly weds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a crab phobia now, especially after having hairy crabs, king crabs in your meals for like nearly 5 days. I will def still opt for the dirty muddy sri lankan crabs drenched in tomato chilli sauce and butter black pepper sauce. SriLankan crabs wins hands down for me. Something that i will learn from this trip, go to japan during the season of autum, toally different and beautiful. 2nd trip to japan, i am happy to say that i have learnt new ways of expressing myself to the japs, and yes i travelled around tokyo by the trains all by myself with mummy and mae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the sickening news. Yes i have evolved into a female version of spiderman. Stayed at a ryokan during the stay at Tokyo, yes and i got bitten by some bed bugs i presume and now i am a spotted leopard. This is not the first time that happend, came back from venice with dele 2 years back and i got the same shit. Yes the doctor at changi hospital was shitty hilarious, telling me all those hotels that i can and cannot stay in the future. Brilliant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doriyakis, Red Beans, Potato PIes makes mel happy for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-115042458724564546?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/115042458724564546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=115042458724564546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/115042458724564546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/115042458724564546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-from-land-of-rising-sun.html' title='back from the land of the rising sun'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-114847839844201194</id><published>2006-05-24T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:46:38.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the code show</title><content type='html'>my bones are aching from the exertion of muscles due to the not so intense kicking punching and jumping. Terri i know how u feel right now. Caught the code show with that lady. Yes i have to say if a non believer watches it, he or she may be caught up in  it and i won't be surprise that his or her facts of christianity may be altered too. Therefore i can understand why the catholic church is against it, the other denominations too. I guess movies can really pull people into those sub fantasy world when one gets really amazed by all those cinematic illusions. Faith is the word. Anyway the code movie gave me a free ticket because due to some miscommunications with the ticketing lady. Not my fault and i earn that ticket. Wahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way i was thinking after going into the service industry line, learning it. I have became more fussy on things, like service all those. Yeah terri says i will be getting repurcusions one day. Neh i dont think so, cos i believe that i am one of those who loves the service industry. Yes i will not deny that sometimes i could be double standard, like smile at the damn ceo and bitch at him later. Hahah. I fight for my rights when it comes to service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-114847839844201194?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/114847839844201194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=114847839844201194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114847839844201194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114847839844201194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/05/code-show.html' title='the code show'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-114795768493777875</id><published>2006-05-18T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T21:08:04.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sore</title><content type='html'>legs, hands and throat has indeed became sore. Damn. Been eating alot. Really alot. Just had dinner with carmie, hokkien mee, carrot cake and chengteng. Went back home ate more chocs, ba kua. damn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-114795768493777875?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/114795768493777875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=114795768493777875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114795768493777875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114795768493777875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/05/sore.html' title='sore'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-114753543188808462</id><published>2006-05-13T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T23:50:31.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>both sides now</title><content type='html'>"i look at clouds from both sides now" - joni mitchell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i look at things from both sides now. Period. I won't want to land into a another long waiting shitty game again. No coffee no matter how much i dont mind to sip it and talk through things. It is really funny how life can be mocking at you, when you think everything is all ok but then something pops up again. Then you fall into the same cycle, the waiting, pondering game of life. Nope it will not happen anymore. Blocked, but it appeared again. To my amazment yes. The cycle is coming back and i want to run away from it. Fast before i get trapped again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore i believe i should really either become a nun or marry prince harry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-114753543188808462?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/114753543188808462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=114753543188808462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114753543188808462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114753543188808462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/05/both-sides-now.html' title='both sides now'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-114740383967750832</id><published>2006-05-12T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T11:17:19.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doctor chewalongkong</title><content type='html'>Quote from doctor chewalongcorn " when you put in a korean romance comedy and 2 girls in a same room, you get a hell loads of squealing and screaming"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes korean romance comedy is extremly bad for everyones health. I have been trying not to touch it, but a certain girl brought one to my house, stayovered and yes watched it together. It is strange at how it tuggs your heart and at the same time brings you to this new level of stupid fantasy with korean men. Kwon wins hands down compared to the lead actor of mr arrogant. Yes. My Kwon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to be a long weekend and i have been popping food into my inflated body-this is very very bad. I am not looking forwards to 3 weekends ahead. Mothers Day, Grandmum's birthday, Cousin's wedding. No good. I will not be able to enter the trains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-114740383967750832?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/114740383967750832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=114740383967750832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114740383967750832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114740383967750832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/05/doctor-chewalongkong.html' title='doctor chewalongkong'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-114732852221396598</id><published>2006-05-11T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T14:22:02.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>better</title><content type='html'>i am better now. told mummy about it. updates later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-114732852221396598?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/114732852221396598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=114732852221396598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114732852221396598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114732852221396598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/05/better.html' title='better'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-114719170267855925</id><published>2006-05-10T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T00:21:42.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i ask myself should i just bawl out loudly. Its still quite raw and sometimes if ever i am a witch and have that "turn back the clock" thing, i will do so much more things with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train rides is something i dont really like that much nowadays, my grey matter gets really distracted and all i can do is just heave a big sigh. Well i guess this is something that cant be compared to what mum's feeling, thank goodness the parents gave birth to a girl who has a rather outgoing personality. Books and Tv comes handy nowadays, takes my mind away from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are the times where i question God which i know i should not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times when you brought me to the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times when you tuck me into bed.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times when you nagged at me to pack up my room.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times when you screamed at me for being rude to mum.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times when you drove us round areas of Singapore to munch on food.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times where you will sing in the car.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times when you cooked your no 1 beef steak for us*even though you cant eat&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times when you chidded me off for coming home late.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times when you picked me up from the train station.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times when you sat at the sofa and asked me to play the piano for you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times when you called me your watermelon girl.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There could be a million misses out there for you but i know that you will be watching over me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its going to be along journey ahead for me without you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-114719170267855925?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/114719170267855925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=114719170267855925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114719170267855925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114719170267855925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/05/why.html' title='why'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-114662259599018624</id><published>2006-05-03T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T10:22:29.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fried fish</title><content type='html'>ok may day was spent fishing on a boat out in the ocean with godparents and cousins. Brilliantly fun, but it has landed adverse after effects on me. My whole body is like aching, its like suffering from arthiritis and my knees are like dark red so are my back and hand. Yes i am suffereing from shit sun burnt. That is not only the best part, i practically could not bend my knees the whole day, and i was walking like a old grandma. People were casting strange looks at me while i was trying to lift my self out of the train shit. Basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes i decided to go to the doctor to do a check up as i believe its not only sun burnt. The worse part is everyone thinks i am making a mountain out of a mole hill. Damn. So yes the results came out and i suffered from First Degree Burns. I was like wtf. I have been prewarned that te days to come its even worse with me having a very hard time lying on the bed etc feeling all itchy and painful. Damn.  I think the past one year i was out of the sun, not playing tennis, tanning thus i got so sensitive to the sun rays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see a human dying cooked lobster please come to my place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-114662259599018624?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/114662259599018624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=114662259599018624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114662259599018624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114662259599018624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/05/fried-fish.html' title='fried fish'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-114622855682359232</id><published>2006-04-28T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T20:49:16.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>food fare</title><content type='html'>my throat is killing the shit out of me. It feels as if i have motar grinding against my damn gullet. I believe its due to consitent stuffing of cholcolates into my body, which has cause an adverse effect on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day was spent with my darling carm and the human bird bert. Yes off to the FHA at expo. Those 2 darlings came all the way down from bukit batok just to meet and and to have a huge feast. Yes i saw the damn fat arses again at the expo and as usual they were sipping wine and eating strudels, not planning to close deals but instead just pumping more fats into their bellies. Kudos to nelson, karin for always giving me us hotdogs,, mexican food, spam with cheese. Tammy for her lim kum kee. Spent a great deal walking and i managed to get good bargains for french cheese. Carm yopee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bert if you are reading this, sometimes memories are sweet its ok not to forget about them. It may hurt but dont you worry cos super duper mel and carmy is there for you. More movies and daytonas to spent with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bbq tmr with the superteen ppl. I wonder how my throat can take it. Got to wake up early tmr to head down for piano lessons at 9.15. Damn. Long day ahead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-114622855682359232?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/114622855682359232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=114622855682359232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114622855682359232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114622855682359232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/04/food-fare.html' title='food fare'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-114605189951417551</id><published>2006-04-26T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T19:44:59.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>austrains</title><content type='html'>ok my legs are seriously aching now. Have been working for the food and asia hotel trade show at expo. Real great experience. One of my goals for my future is to take part in it, walk around and close deals. I shall not name ppl but yes the booth that i am working for the 2 guys are balding, dumb and greedy. Damn pisst with their attitudes, taking all the samples for themselves and then giving those ghastly stares at ppl who would like to try some. The whole bloody 2 days, they have been popping their so called high quality wine, drinking them down like mineral water. Talking about that they were promoting their shit arse mineral water-which they claims its from some shit spring. Yes my home water is also from the alps. Darn. Annoying bastards, totally lack of pr skills, do not know their products on hand and worse dont know how to close good deals. Just 2 more days, i shall use their money as my motivation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes so my booth carries shit arse things like, smoke trout, chocolates, and some apple strudel, wines. Too bad they really stinge on letting the public and hotliers taste them, while they keep opening and munch on it by themselves. Now i know why they have a frigging huge belly. I cant stand them, their english is horrendous, they talk without opening their mouths. Shit. Seriously i feel like stuffing all the trouts into their mouths to their red rolly polly facce up. The remaning shredded pan cakes, and strudels i will stuff into their hairy nostrils. Stupid chocolates of theirs-what bullshit world championship winner. My nehs nehs, i think the swiss and beligum's one is still the best in the world. Chocolates is my favourite so dont neh neh me. Prestat i want you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-114605189951417551?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/114605189951417551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=114605189951417551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114605189951417551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114605189951417551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/04/austrains.html' title='austrains'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-114587995855659358</id><published>2006-04-24T19:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T19:59:19.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bukit panjang</title><content type='html'>ok i have been pumping food into my body again, and i am feeling not too good plus my pockets are having holes now. This creates a sad looking forlorn shit mel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to Bukit Panjang to meet the one and only human bird and carm. Yes read it again. Bukit Bloody Panjang. By the time i have actually alighted from the damn train, my arse has actually solidified with a tinge of jell-o feeling. Sitting on trains for a tad too long casuses one to walk a litlle hay-wire. Train ride was long, plus the fact that i was sitting diagonally opposite a whacko man. Freaked the shit out of everyone in the same carraige as me. Basically the guy had like ear plugs stuck into his awkward elf shaped looking ears and yes he was talking very loudly, gesticulating like mad. Thats only begining, he goes into sudden soft modes and like suddenly screams loudly - very random. With the fact that he has this little sneaky smile and he keeps swatting his own thigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie-16 Blocks. Bruce Willis look like crap in the movie. Not bad, especially the ending pretty touching. I am a proud singaporean cos i have landed myself on WestMall. Wicked. By the way, i got a job through Char. Working at the Singapore Expo from Tuesday-Friday. Pay is rather good. I am just praying that they are not going to put me at the wine area. I know nuts about wine. Maybe the little facts that i prefer dry wines to sweet ones. Port is a fortified wine-alcohol content is shit arse steep. White wines are like chardonnay. Damn. Take me off from the wine area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-114587995855659358?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/114587995855659358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=114587995855659358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114587995855659358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114587995855659358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/04/bukit-panjang_24.html' title='bukit panjang'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-114587862316044583</id><published>2006-04-24T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T19:37:03.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bukit panjang</title><content type='html'>ok i have been pumping food into my body again, and i am feeling not too good plus my pockets are having holes now. This creates a sad looking forlorn shit mel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to Bukit Panjang to meet the one and only human bird and carm. Yes read it again. Bukit Bloody Panjang. By the time i have actually alighted from the damn train, my arse has actually solidified with a tinge of jell-o feeling. Sitting on trains for a tad too long casuses one to walk a litlle hay-wire. Train ride was long, plus the fact that i was sitting diagonally opposite a whacko man. Freaked the shit out of everyone in the same carraige as me. Basically the guy had like ear plugs stuck into his awkward elf shaped looking ears and yes he was talking very loudly, gesticulating like mad. Thats only begining, he goes into sudden soft modes and like suddenly screams loudly - very random. With the fact that he has this little sneaky smile and he keeps swatting his own thigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie-16 Blocks. Bruce Willis look like crap in the movie. Not bad, especially the ending pretty touching. I am a proud singaporean cos i have landed myself on WestMall. Wicked. By the way, i got a job through Char. Working at the Singapore Expo from Tuesday-Friday. Pay is rather good. I am just praying that they are not going to put me at the wine area. I know nuts about wine. Maybe the little facts that i prefer dry wines to sweet ones. Port is a fortified wine-alcohol content is shit arse steep. White wines are like chardonnay. Damn. Take me off from the wine area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-114587862316044583?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/114587862316044583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=114587862316044583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114587862316044583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114587862316044583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/04/bukit-panjang.html' title='bukit panjang'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-114515293320241617</id><published>2006-04-16T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T10:02:13.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baptise</title><content type='html'>Baptised yesterday. Kudos to my beloved car-cheng who came down all the way from dairy farm to witness my baptism. Really appreaciate it. Yesterday was a day with mixed emotions for me again. Dad was not around to witness the whole event, but i guess he is just with God looking down on me. At some point of time, i felt Dad's presence and God's ever comforting hands on me. Yesterday was a day that had 2 great meanings in my life, one was my batism, the other is my dear mummy-o's 50th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few times of doing the stations of the cross has really made me reflect alot. Although i was made to kneel down like 14 times, i have to always tell and remind myself what jesus went through. This whole lenten period has indeed made me more understanding and i have to say i am much more a changed person now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a feast for mummy. Lunch at Tung-Lok. I think my grandma is a mimi celebrity with all the waitresses nodding towards her, giving us free sou-tou. Food was good especially the peking duck. Tonight's mummys 2nd grand celebration. Dinner at Pan Pac with all the relatives. Mum's treat of  a way of saying thanks to all of them. I am so going to explode soon. Will upload pictures later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-114515293320241617?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/114515293320241617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=114515293320241617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114515293320241617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114515293320241617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/04/baptise.html' title='baptise'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-114450181582479964</id><published>2006-04-08T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T21:13:43.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fibergel</title><content type='html'>Clap your hands and say hurray to the inventer of the drink FIBERGEl. Marverlous piece of crap that really elimintates all sort of crap waste in one's body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having 3 pure bred nonyas staying in the house is really fun now. Loads of shit arse authentic perenakan food every single day. Godparents and gang are at my place now. Just had mummy's fish head curry plus indian styled curry crabs. Wicked. At this rate, i am turning into a Rhino soon. So my official club i have to list it in the stockmarket. Damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell the strong lure of gram's axe oil. Funny how differents my grams and ah gong are. One uses strong nice perfume which makes my grams suffer from headache-thats what she says;and the other using axe oil like aromatherapy. This is called oposites do attract sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church tmr and its the family day out. Carls Junior here i come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-114450181582479964?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/114450181582479964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=114450181582479964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114450181582479964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114450181582479964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/04/fibergel.html' title='fibergel'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-114429227934487847</id><published>2006-04-06T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T10:57:59.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the temper that flows</title><content type='html'>yesterday was spent with miss adele lee xiu wei. Yes that neh neh has officially turned into an old maid. Jackpot , Bing Bang Bong 20. So its the last birthday that i will be spending with her for the next 3 darn years. Damn. That sick woman is leaving like in July for aussie, while i stay 2 more mths in Singapore before i leave for Buckingham Palace. Lunch was at Stamford house with the 2 beautiful rats of my life, jerms and dele. Quite a pretty cosy japanese resturant specialising in japanese curry rice. Brilliantly wicked. The portions are huge, so its best to share if you have a puny stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, i got into University of Surrey. Praise the lord, jumps around and stomps my foot. Brilliant, fullfilled and achieved what my dad wants me to get. Next step is to outbid him. 2nd Class upper honours thats what he got. Going to be pretty hard to attain the first class though but i am going to go for it. Honour for Dad. I guess i could not expect myself to be that strong, but i kind of hate car rides now. My grey cells in my brain tends to wander around this few days, and i fall into those moods of reminiscing the past with Dad driving, being around with us. I think its going to be hard like during times of my future convocation etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i feel quite bad now for losing my temper at a certain one and i threw the book at the toad. Basically for those who know me, my temper is freaking like 0%. Maybe only jules and a few have actually seen me erupted like a volcano. Yes but yesterday was one of the days where i could not control it. Darn. Well i shall rate yesterday's temper as like only 50%. I am Mel and i am Nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's niche is done up, heading down to Church of IHM tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-114429227934487847?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/114429227934487847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=114429227934487847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114429227934487847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114429227934487847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/04/temper-that-flows.html' title='the temper that flows'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-114420708136377839</id><published>2006-04-05T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T11:18:01.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody arse shit</title><content type='html'>ok shit bananas arse holes. I feel like a bloated garfield balloon flying around now. Yes i am getting into i am fat moods and its not just moods because i have officially become the CEO of Rhino Girls Corp. Basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both grams are staying with the family now. Its way fun to have them, but as i told terri that shit lesbian friend of mine, having 3 pure bred perenakans nonyas from melakas under a roof is hell. Yes, its really like watching those bibik shows hearing them speak their lingo, so nonya malay is a new language at my place now. English and Malay. Cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the point, staying with miss terri anne teo is helluva fun an d depressing. When 2 girls have a slumber party, its calls for comfort food like chocoloates, ice cream plus watching illegal downloads of movies. This is why i have started the Rhino Girls Corp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President: Melissa Rhiony&lt;br /&gt;Vice President: Terri Rhinocerroos - a wannabe to become a rhino girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To join, please call 1234567&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-114420708136377839?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/114420708136377839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=114420708136377839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114420708136377839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114420708136377839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/04/bloody-arse-shit.html' title='bloody arse shit'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-114362217796600178</id><published>2006-03-29T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T16:49:37.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am seriously alive</title><content type='html'>ok yes mel is back blogging. I am alive thanks to all the people who have supported to me through this whole ordeal. Till now i am still quite amazed how strong i am taking this whole thing down, i am just not sure if i would break down or stand in the middle of orchard road thinking about the old times. Thanks to those who showered me with their support enouragment the hugs and constant assurance. Will update soon again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-114362217796600178?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/114362217796600178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=114362217796600178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114362217796600178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114362217796600178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-seriously-alive.html' title='i am seriously alive'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-114355549553027350</id><published>2006-03-28T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T22:19:23.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEL IS ALIVE.</title><content type='html'>Hey all. This is Jules, currently hiding in Mel's house, emptying her fridge of every thing that contains chocolates, sugar, or both. Or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Note to those who'd like to put on weight: Mel's house is the place to be. Fucking a lot of food lah. Can die of overeating, I promise you that. Mel's a big fat ass now because she's been popping food in her mouth constantly, the exact opposite of a gumball machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had mee siam dinner, and it was like a freaking party man. Everyone was here, including one of her cousins' good friend, Nicholas, who is quite funny and kept making fun of Mae. I ate till I felt like shitting all the good food out, and I'm pretty sure everyone felt the same way lah. There was this whole array of food on the table, ranging from chicken wings to brownies to papayas to homemade bread. Chee man. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just for you friends of Mel, she's still alive and doing quite fine. -_- In fact, she just waved her super old grandmother panties at my face, so yes. As you can prolly tell, she's doing perfectly fine. :) She thanks you for all your support and everything, it's not that she doesn't want to thank you all, it's just that she's currently taking a nice long shit in her toilet and bombing singapore with her laosai. So I'll be the kind fwenzxzxz and do it for her. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a useless update for you, I'm currently working now. And you know what, I finally appreciate how fucking difficult it is for my mum to come home after work and do our laundry and shit. Fuck man, you just feel damn bloody tired after work, even though all you've done all day long is sit in front of the computer and spoil your eyes. Chee man, chee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is pretty cool, my supervisor's a geeky-sort-of-pretty Frenchie who is 34 years old but look 24. The big boss is hella scary, he curses more than me. -_- And that's a lot lah. Today alone, he prolly said 'fuck' at least 40 times. Within the span of ten hours. I'm bloody amazed, although I prolly do that too. Haha. Everything also fuck, wth man. Scary shit lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got conjunctivitis again. Wtf is wrong with my eyes man. -_- Damn fucked up lah. I woke up this morning panicking like hell again, but didn't skip work because I don't want to be known as The Intern Who Skipped Work On Her Second Day. That is mahhfucking sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gobbling up her BUDS Lava Brownie ice cream now. Am going to get so fucking fat that I won't be able to fit into the cab lah. How to go home? Hm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-114355549553027350?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/114355549553027350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=114355549553027350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114355549553027350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114355549553027350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/03/mel-is-alive.html' title='MEL IS ALIVE.'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-114127824472184688</id><published>2006-03-02T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T13:44:04.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the fitness shit</title><content type='html'>ok i have made a vow with miss terri anne teo and miss adele lee which is to go back to amore. Start working our arses off, i want to sweat like a wild boar. Been like bumming at home all day, re watching my korean vcds i have to say i kind of miss the school's toilets. Bleah i know i have such wierd habits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught munich with miss adele. Pretty good show except i did not know that it was a hearty long 3 hour show. Steven Spilberg really knows how to drag a film that long. Basically my arse was like stuck with spasm on the not bad cushy seat of cineleisure cinema. Oh and a point to take home is that eric bana is quite hot, looks like a hybrid between johnny depp and that guy whom i totally forgotten what is his name-julia roberts ex boyfriend. I want to catch nanny mc'phee, any takers haha. NYDC was next with dele, which i absolutly regreted ordering the farmboy chicken salad cos i realised i was like a cow who just ran off from alabama. The chicken breast meat was dehydrated, i could really count the amount of lettuce that they gave me. It was that little. Period. Basically the stupid farmboy chicken salad was overloaded with carrots. It was like an orange sea of shit with dehyrated chicken strips, toasted almonds and 10 slices of lettuces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-114127824472184688?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/114127824472184688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=114127824472184688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114127824472184688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114127824472184688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/03/back-to-fitness-shit.html' title='back to the fitness shit'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-114096332641683178</id><published>2006-02-26T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:15:26.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am outta poly</title><content type='html'>clap your hands, shake your arses three times and jump up and down. Melissa louise chew pang sai is out off poly. Finally, the three years that i have spent in poly is like over in just one day. The exams were pretty hard, calculus was like a phd paper and tdp was a super duper alaytical paper. Bleah. I need my Bs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am craving for durians like tau hui now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-114096332641683178?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/114096332641683178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=114096332641683178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114096332641683178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114096332641683178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-outta-poly.html' title='i am outta poly'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-114045089919245915</id><published>2006-02-20T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:54:59.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am obese</title><content type='html'>i am obese and feeling all stress up. For those who know me, yes i ffing put on weight - 2 kg to be exact when i am under stress. I hate feeling the stress cos my rashes will just flare up. Stress causes me to feel all ugly and useless, i guess this is going to be my last 2 papers before i graduate from poly. Tmr's paper is calculus, and i have no mood to read the book or practice. I am not sure if i have even done enough questions. Damn. Exams can really cause you to get a semi nervous breakdown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-114045089919245915?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/114045089919245915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=114045089919245915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114045089919245915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/114045089919245915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-obese.html' title='i am obese'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-113966992248558950</id><published>2006-02-11T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T22:58:42.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>explosive hair</title><content type='html'>i just did something to my hair out of stress again. Yes i curled it. Haha so basically my dad called me a martian from space. Damn it right. Its pretty those kind of wild frizzy hair which like most chinese singaporean girls would not have. Mummy told me i should be living in london or japan now. Just came back from grans house my uncle said i look japanese now. Bleah, hahah its really kind of wild like an atomic bomb just dropped onto my head. Hahah but however i am kinda liking the stupid head of mine. Its nerdy in an eccentric way so MEL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-113966992248558950?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/113966992248558950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=113966992248558950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113966992248558950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113966992248558950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/02/explosive-hair.html' title='explosive hair'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-113949969220997766</id><published>2006-02-09T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T23:41:32.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depressed</title><content type='html'>Feeling all down low and depressed again all thanks to this brilliant word CALCULUS.Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-113949969220997766?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/113949969220997766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=113949969220997766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113949969220997766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113949969220997766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/02/depressed.html' title='depressed'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-113945806981281181</id><published>2006-02-09T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T12:07:49.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mr annoy-nomous</title><content type='html'>Ok got my grades for HTS newspaper article. Shit f, C PLUS. Read that, i am just praying hard that my overrall grade will be a minimum B. I need to enter into Surrey. Pretty dissapointed with the f up grades that i got, guess i did not put in alot of effort in it compared to my semester paper. Damn. Anyway i am crossing my fingers on the rest of the subjects that i get B. Its kind of shitty when the subjects are just based on project work, and when you get lao sai project mates, theres goes your shitty B. Then all your university plans get foiled up, and basically you can just wrap that dream and bang gang it on the fire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Jerms blog, and there was a beautiful comment tagged by Mr annoy-nomous. Yes read that being so annoyingly shitty that this person is able to tag something to that extend. I think it is clear on how someone will dig into dirt to attain the grades she or he wants. I am appalled by the shittness that you casted on us, and in the end you were working your f up arse all the way. Of course everyone ones As, its just whether did you attain it ethically or did some shit end grave work to get that not so deserving marks. I am so not going to mention whoever you are, or who i think you are because i just believe that by doing that, you are just proving to the whole world that yes you are capable of such things and I wonder how are you going to survive in the working world. I hope that person be happy about he wrote cos if was a a grand magician, i would personally turn you into a bettle,and first pick you up with a hot burning eyebrown twigger. Then i will dip you into sulphur and place you on a stove. Maybe i should place you into a small bottle and then put a smelly incense in it and watch u wither and die in ultimate SHAME. By the way i would give you a nice coffin, but yeah just flush you down my toilet bowl into the smelly sewers of Singapore, or would you prefer to me a snack for my kitten YUKI. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since its the last 2 weeks of school, no ones want to blow this whole issue of but dont step on my toes or i will chop your nehs nehs off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-113945806981281181?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/113945806981281181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=113945806981281181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113945806981281181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113945806981281181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/02/mr-annoy-nomous.html' title='mr annoy-nomous'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-113932217987127935</id><published>2006-02-07T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T22:22:59.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>impulsive hair change</title><content type='html'>ok i realise that i am sliding down the road of terror. For the past 1 week,  I have been borrowing more dvds and more vcds. Slouching on my sofa, watching stupid reality shows like rich kids cattle drive. Haha. Calculus has been stuck like right inside the deepest part of my arse which is bad. Terribly bad. This may drive me out and down on tmrs calculus lecture. Shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, 3 tubs of ben and jerrys in the freezer. Wicked. Been like popping ice cream and ba kua into my body again. Ok i have realised something i can live on ice cream and chocolates. HTM Semester Paper results came out, pretty happy with my B plus grade. Ok the hard work, research has eventually paid off. The ffing sleepless nights, worrying on how to incoporate CRITICAL shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK now let me vent my fustration. My room has been invaded by ants. Read that ants. Ok those who know me, knows that i detest inscets to the maximum. Its those creppy shit that i really want to just place my finger and roll them up.... Guess what, i really did that. Hahah ok really stupid but yes, saw a bunch of ants again on my cupoard and ta da there goes my finger on them. You need the precision and skills to aim at the correct spot, lift the finger up and then use ur index and thum to roll them ino a mini ant ball. Cool. Yes execution that has been accomplised. Oh yeah dont forgeto to wipe that finger onto ur dustbin, incase you forget and thus swipe it onto your face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-113932217987127935?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/113932217987127935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=113932217987127935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113932217987127935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113932217987127935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/02/impulsive-hair-change.html' title='impulsive hair change'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-113914806045851190</id><published>2006-02-05T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T22:01:00.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>korean drama</title><content type='html'>Ok i have been indulging myself with pineapple tarts more pineapple tarts, ba kua all that shit. So yes when that happens, the scales spring tend to be spoilt due to the massive weight that is placed on it. Darn. Bloody hell i am not feeling all that good with the shit arse cramps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, for 2 straight days i have been starving myself with korean vcds till 5am. Hahaah it was a good romantic comedy. Jules you have to watch it. Well i guess watching these stupid vcds makes u feel sappy and go aww. So its really bad for health and it bring back memories. Ta Da, but i have moved on. Oh yes and i realised dele the one calls me mad is a computer addict. Stupid chicken neh nehs called me at 9 am to find her the Sims computer game. Bloddy hell when i see her tmr i am so going to strangle her. This whole week has been like a holiday week, my calculus book was suppose to smell dirty with red leaf ink, but no my vcd is turning rusy with movies spinning in it. Million dollar baby, constantine, meet the parents, hahah shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant a unconditional offer to Uni of Salford. That means i am offered a confirmed spot there. Wicked. My heart still goes with Surrey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-113914806045851190?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/113914806045851190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=113914806045851190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113914806045851190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113914806045851190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/02/korean-drama_05.html' title='korean drama'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-113914805004102255</id><published>2006-02-05T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T22:00:50.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>korean drama</title><content type='html'>Ok i have been indulging myself with pineapple tarts more pineapple tarts, ba kua all that shit. So yes when that happens, the scales spring tend to be spoilt due to the massive weight that is placed on it. Darn. Bloody hell i am not feeling all that good with the shit arse cramps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, for 2 straight days i have been starving myself with korean vcds till 5am. Hahaah it was a good romantic comedy. Jules you have to watch it. Well i guess watching these stupid vcds makes u feel sappy and go aww. So its really bad for health and it bring back memories. Ta Da, but i have moved on. Oh yes and i realised dele the one calls me mad is a computer addict. Stupid chicken neh nehs called me at 9 am to find her the Sims computer game. Bloddy hell when i see her tmr i am so going to strangle her. This whole week has been like a holiday week, my calculus book was suppose to smell dirty with red leaf ink, but no my vcd is turning rusy with movies spinning in it. Million dollar baby, constantine, meet the parents, hahah shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant a unconditional offer to Uni of Salford. That means i am offered a confirmed spot there. Wicked. My heart still goes with Surrey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-113914805004102255?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/113914805004102255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=113914805004102255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113914805004102255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113914805004102255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/02/korean-drama.html' title='korean drama'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-113705532082033544</id><published>2006-01-12T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T16:42:00.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worn out</title><content type='html'>just one more month before i graduate. Yes i must graduate or i will jump off the wall with YUKI. Basically i am such a nerd, its the same old routine waking up, off to school, projects, back home, projects etc. Miss Carm told me something and i realised i have not been meeting up with the supteen gang. Jules if you are reading this, note 1 more month and hurray i will be off visiting you guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calculus and projects are taking a toll on me. Integration is killing, ok i realised i have begin to detest the word INTEGRATED. Integrated resorts was my topic for hts semester paper which made me face the computer all day, integration from calculus has shot my brains off by it complexity. Just heard from the radio yesterday that the G. is coming out with some integrated medical shit. Brilliant so people just dont mention the word INTEGRATED to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is so brilliantly nice you know i just wished it snowed rather then rain the whole ffing day making me feeling all drowsy. Down with sore eyes, flu and my stupid rashes are up at action again thanks to the immense stress i am feeling now. Praying that God will just give me the strength and will to go through this 1.5 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-113705532082033544?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/113705532082033544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=113705532082033544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113705532082033544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113705532082033544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/01/worn-out.html' title='worn out'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-113634352718512026</id><published>2006-01-04T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T10:58:47.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super long weekend</title><content type='html'>spinning john lennon - imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering that i have put on 1.5 farting kilos onto my mammoth body its going to be even more depressing this whole week. Thanks to all those turkey, tigerprawns, many pot luck sessions throughout the whole of xmas to new year. Better warn off my condo manager to place more structures under my place. John lennon should wake up from his dead and yes spin a song for me now with his round quirky specs looking at me saying" hi miss mammoth imagine stuffing more chocs into your mouth thats what you get".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HTS Sem paper is taking a huge toll on me plus i have not done my sickening art work yet. Planning not to have a good sleep tonight. 2 more mths before i graduate from TP. I feel old saggy and fat again. Jerms we should go start a slimming centre using chili padis and tom yum soup to burn off unwanted fats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-113634352718512026?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/113634352718512026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=113634352718512026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113634352718512026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113634352718512026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/01/super-long-weekend.html' title='super long weekend'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-113609536269254372</id><published>2006-01-01T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T14:02:42.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR PEEPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006. That means i am turning the big 20 in like 12 shitty months time. I feel old and saaggy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-113609536269254372?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/113609536269254372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=113609536269254372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113609536269254372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113609536269254372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006.html' title='2006'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-113582072396949934</id><published>2005-12-29T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T09:45:23.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moved on moving on</title><content type='html'>alright lets put in this way christmas away from home is not all that fun considering i was in a land of elephants which is bombarded with pollution. Country starts with T. T country is disgustingly polluted i cant believe that when i sneezed those puny ash greyish black specks of dust came right out throught my nose onto my kleenex tissue. That is how gross Country T can be. Pui. To balance the whole trip i just ate like a swine. Basically i chomped down around 10 prawns in one night. Please not that Thailand's prawns are not at all puny. Size is about 3 times our average prawns found here. So can u imagine it being grilled, fat and filled with roe. Heaven. Tom Yum Goong was shit arse good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having loads of upcoming belated xmas dinner since i was not around during xmas in Singapore. Tmrs theres the superteen's xmas cum new years party at the Copthorne Orchird Hotel. Brilliant. Staying over on fri at the hotel. Managed to get an executive suite thanks to Aunty Theresa. Party at the Dunearn Road. Talking about all this shit i am officially screwed up in my arse. Have not touched on my my semester paper, not done my research. F bananas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: - Off to school for CPM project meeting &lt;br /&gt;                - Church at OLPS&lt;br /&gt;                - Camping over at Pigalos's place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday      - Superteen 2005 Xmas and New years Party&lt;br /&gt;               - Staying over at Copthorne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday  - Checking out&lt;br /&gt;               - Going home for a big party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday    - Church&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-113582072396949934?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/113582072396949934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=113582072396949934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113582072396949934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113582072396949934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/12/moved-on-moving-on.html' title='moved on moving on'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-113508836400334963</id><published>2005-12-20T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T22:19:24.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>calculus</title><content type='html'>let put it this way i have came up with mels final theory for exams. I am still not all stressed up for my calculus exam and this is starting to scare the shit out of me. Considering that i am a sucker at emaths let alone calculus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-113508836400334963?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/113508836400334963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=113508836400334963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113508836400334963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113508836400334963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/12/calculus.html' title='calculus'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-113500678833430383</id><published>2005-12-19T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T23:39:48.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate it</title><content type='html'>i hate it when i have nice flowing hair and i snipped it off&lt;br /&gt;i hate the feeling of growing up&lt;br /&gt;i hate the pressure that i am facing now&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when i could be staying in aussie or states but my dad turned down all those offers&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when i am stuck in between friends&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when i feel farking fat and ugly&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when you prefered a trans instead of me&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when theres too many temptations surrounding me&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when people think i am a joke in their lifes&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when friends leave to some where else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. This proves that i am all not angsty but i have some major problems with myself now. Bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-113500678833430383?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/113500678833430383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=113500678833430383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113500678833430383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113500678833430383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-hate-it.html' title='i hate it'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-113457155166948210</id><published>2005-12-14T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T22:45:51.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>milo</title><content type='html'>Lucy in the sky of diamonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addicted to milo. Yes my soul mate during the long nights for covering overdue projects, calculus. Just 2 more days, before its the study week. I have came to a conclusion whoever is the ultimate genius who came up with calculus must have died on the toilet bowl buried with all his/her shit. Seriously who in the world should have pass this torturing subject to poor mere ppl like us. Damn the person. No i believe that person is not up  in heaven or hell cos he/she is too boring to even talk to God or Mr Devil. I believe that the only so called intellectual speach that comes out from his/her mouth are like differentiation, chain rule, product rule. All those stupid sicking dumb arse rules which i have no idea why am i suppose to take it. I wont be using it in the future. Basically 80 percent of those who took it, bet all those stupid shit are stuck in their waste area - appendix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am angsty. Pardon me. Just 2 more days and i will meet up with my dear old john. I am still thinking of what to wear to the function. Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-113457155166948210?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/113457155166948210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=113457155166948210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113457155166948210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113457155166948210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/12/milo.html' title='milo'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-113428058020955981</id><published>2005-12-11T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T13:56:20.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xmas is coming</title><content type='html'>ok chistmas is drawing nearer. I think i am tuning into a pigman which means a pig fused into a human. Feeling all drained out and sleeping this few unproductive days. Trust me, piles of datelines drawing nearer and i still have not started on what yet. F UP. I dont feel the christmasy mood in me with the sickening calculus mid sem test just one day before x mas eve. Brilliant right, christmas this year for me will be miles aways for me. Midnight mass will be skipped and will be spend shopping in BKK. Yoppies. Mavis we are so going to shop till our legs grow fungus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to get my dress with mumsises in a short while. Second day to orchard in a row. I hate that place and i hate getting dresses for functions. Damn it. TDP project is like still stuck in my digestive system, not even out yet, cant even smell it yet. Thats shows that i am a shitty lazy bugger who loves to procastinate and miss magneto is so going to screw me up tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-113428058020955981?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/113428058020955981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=113428058020955981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113428058020955981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113428058020955981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/12/xmas-is-coming.html' title='xmas is coming'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-113396930523947629</id><published>2005-12-07T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T23:28:25.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to you adele</title><content type='html'>A big thank you for all those who spend time with me during the week of my brithday. The hugs, kisses, parties, dinners i really aprreaciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dele this is for you. The scrap book you gave me i want to say that its the best birthday present i have ever received. Thank you so so much for all those encouragement. I thank GOD once again for bringing you into my life like i said you are one that brought me closer to GOD. Its a blessing to have a bestie like you, although i know i can be such a pain in the arse. A person who can pisst the hell out of you with my neh nehs talk. Thanks for always sticking up for me, being there for me when i am way down with the sashimi. I want to tell you that although its only a frigging 2.5 years i have known you. You are one shitto neh neh that i do not know why i love so much. You stupid bestie. :) I am so going to haunt you even after we graduate, and if i marry a rich husband and have kids i am so going to ask you to be their godmother. Hahah feed them with your brownies.  Love you once more. Sheesh  i sound lesboish again haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-113396930523947629?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/113396930523947629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=113396930523947629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113396930523947629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113396930523947629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-you-adele.html' title='to you adele'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-113345012904079066</id><published>2005-12-01T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T23:15:29.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turning 19 soon</title><content type='html'>Back from Dubai where is like an upgraded version of Malayasia filled with sand, more sand and more sand. Had such a great time with my wonderful darlings. Turned the 2 slrs into a much crappier version. Seriously i love those shit arse girls to the max :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Singapore which means more work, datelines and even bigger darker rings around my face. So if you happen to see an obese panda walking around the grounds of Temasek Poly. You know who.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-113345012904079066?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/113345012904079066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=113345012904079066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113345012904079066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113345012904079066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/12/turning-19-soon.html' title='turning 19 soon'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-113180682457550400</id><published>2005-11-12T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T22:47:06.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>italian bananas</title><content type='html'>back from europe. Italian men are indeed delicious. London shopping is shit arse good too. Kinda missing the weather there though, deck myself with my snugglish coat and wrap the neck with the wollen scarf. Brilliant. So its back to school. This semester is whopping helluva stressful. Calculus. Yes read that i melissa chew jing si who sucks so badly in maths opted for business calculus. Stuck with it, guess it really helps me when i enter uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a make or break semester for me. Usually i will be feeling the stress just before the exams. But nope i felt it straight on the second day of school. Scary but true. Thank goodness i am in a class with all my best buddies. Dele, jerms, chy,ryl, mar, tracy, jess, ross, james. Cool shit. Still have my hts essay and calculus tutorial to cover. Not in a mood for it now. Bang the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my kitten. Yuki thats its name. Been such a whole funny thing on this cat. More details ask me. Tad scronny though, going to fatten it up. To jerms...it's HARMLESS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-113180682457550400?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/113180682457550400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=113180682457550400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113180682457550400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113180682457550400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/11/italian-bananas.html' title='italian bananas'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-113056632017270591</id><published>2005-10-29T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T14:12:00.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>europe</title><content type='html'>off to europe. will be back on 8 nov. Any ugrent matters please call me on my local handphone - bringing it along with me. Tooodles as i meet my prince harry and visit the pope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-113056632017270591?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/113056632017270591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=113056632017270591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113056632017270591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113056632017270591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/10/europe.html' title='europe'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-113033884590690221</id><published>2005-10-26T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T23:00:45.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dubai banaas</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Terri Anne. U stupid piece of slimy pork nehs nehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so i am really pisst with "the reservoir school". Its bullshit. so the dubai trip cost is out. Stupid damn fucktard briefing is held on the 31 oct which also means that i will not be in Singapore. Bloody brilliant practically only one sickening week of hols and yet they expect us to cramm ourselve in singapore and attend stupid mornic briefings and make us fork out 2k within 4 days. Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to freddy, and i did not realise there was this new shit consultancy project proporsal submission on nov14."Talk to Sip companies for information on ideas" This is fing annoying. Firstly it is so bloody skimmpy, who the shit would talk to their sip companies for ideas and Secondly we have no shitty idea on what sort of idea. Yeah maybe for me i should actually come out with a good solid proposal " how to maintain the toilet bowl seat in tip top condition" Basically throughout the 6 mths of my internship. The toilet bowl at my level has been like broken countless of times. Seriously, they have to do something with their managment system. Giving us last minute information is like telling me to lao sai in the middle of orchard road. I hate last minute shit. The stupid timetable is still not out yet, i have yet to know what stupid cds subject i am taking. It better not be japanese. I want some arty farty shit. Fuming now plus the red runny nose, watery eyes is not doing any good to me. Feeling all sickly again. Need to call the Limo Guy tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-113033884590690221?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/113033884590690221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=113033884590690221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113033884590690221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113033884590690221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/10/dubai-banaas.html' title='dubai banaas'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-113015795576439954</id><published>2005-10-24T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T20:45:55.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fat days</title><content type='html'>nelsons back. Welcome back my dear old nelson the one who allows me to pull his shirt during lecture. Whine to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess things are not all that great. Just came back from the hospital and i am feeling way down bluish. Grams who was on the bed went "Mahlissa go exercise". Brilliant, what a nice way to end my day. Maybe grams should sponsor me to expression or what cos tennis, running just makes me go firm considering i have borad shoulders due to intensive swimming during my younger days. Which girl wants to be fat. Please name me one even kelly osborne is losing weight. F. What a shitty day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the lord that grams is much better now, just under stringent observation as these 2 days are rather critical. Had a nice chat with the godbrother. Yeap he broke down, all of us witnessed grams impending stroke. Quite emotional,  its something i would not forget. A hospital should seriously make their single unit ward much more friendly and bright. Its really dull considering how much we are paying for the price. Gramps is an empress dowagers i have always been right. Not much in a mood to type.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-113015795576439954?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/113015795576439954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=113015795576439954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113015795576439954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/113015795576439954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/10/fat-days.html' title='fat days'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-112962592215731893</id><published>2005-10-18T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T17:03:34.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;since i am so bored at work i shall to this for eunsong- aka jules&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I committed suicide: &lt;strong&gt;Buy for you sunflowers and weep at ur grave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I said that I like you: &lt;strong&gt;You do not like me you LOVE &amp;amp; ADORE me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I kissed you: &lt;strong&gt;On my cheecks fine. On my lips i will slice ur nehs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I lived next door: &lt;strong&gt;Fly to your house and watch korean fighting men together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I started smoking: &lt;strong&gt;Stuff the cig into ur nostrils&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was hospitalised: &lt;strong&gt;Sunflowers again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got in a fight and you were not there: &lt;strong&gt;I will never get into a fight jules&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Personality: &lt;strong&gt;one word psychotic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eyes: &lt;strong&gt;nice round "innocent"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Face: &lt;strong&gt;So Un-Malfoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hair: &lt;strong&gt;Long messy and smelly&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clothes:&lt;strong&gt; Pretty good compared to ur horrendous sec 2 days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mannerisms: &lt;strong&gt;........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1] Who are you? &lt;strong&gt;Melissa Ye Hon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2] Are we friends? &lt;strong&gt;More like lovers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3] When and how did we meet? &lt;strong&gt;During a camp when i was your facilitator&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4] How have I affected you? &lt;strong&gt;Corrupted my brains and of course been such a great joy to have you :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 What do you think of me? &lt;strong&gt;Mad &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6] What's the fondest memory you have of me? &lt;strong&gt;Being with me when i was at my lowest point of life. Oh and slamming onto the side table of copthorne orchird hotel instead of landing on me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7] How long do you think we will be friends or enemies for? &lt;strong&gt;Friends - Till death do us part&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8] Do you love me? &lt;strong&gt;Duh &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9] Have I ever hurt you? &lt;strong&gt;Yes but minor shit arse issues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10] Would you hug me? &lt;strong&gt;Yes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11] Would you kiss me? &lt;strong&gt;Yes but you have to wash your face with proper soap and brush your teeth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12] Are we close? &lt;strong&gt;Yeap &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13] Emotionally, what stands out? &lt;strong&gt;Not so sure. But ur nehs do stand out hahah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14] Do you wish that I was cooler? &lt;strong&gt;No, fine the way you are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15] On a scale of 1-10, how nice am I? &lt;strong&gt;-10000000&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16] Nickname and why did you pick it? &lt;strong&gt;eunsong. Korean movie our first korean movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17] Am I loveable? &lt;strong&gt;No comments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18] How long have you known me? &lt;strong&gt;5 years&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19] What was your first impression of me? &lt;strong&gt;Arrogant lump of crow shit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20] Do you still feel the same way now? &lt;strong&gt;Nah &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;21] Describe me in one word.&lt;strong&gt; Psycho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;22] What do you think my weakness is? &lt;strong&gt;Impatient. Always rushing me when i shop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;23] Do you think that I'll get married? &lt;strong&gt;Yes with a whole bunch of kids that will be pamperd by you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;24] What about me makes you happy? &lt;strong&gt;Your straightforwardness and many more shit read the i love you notes i gave you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;25] What about me makes you sad? &lt;strong&gt;You not loving potter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;26] What reminds you of me? &lt;strong&gt;An insane woman who loves draco malfoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;27] What's something you would change about me? &lt;strong&gt;Stop being so violent towards me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;28] How well do you know me? &lt;strong&gt;Pretty well i guess. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;29] Have you ever wanted to tell me something but could not? &lt;strong&gt;Nope &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;30] Do you think that I would kill someone? &lt;strong&gt;YES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-112962592215731893?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/112962592215731893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=112962592215731893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112962592215731893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112962592215731893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/10/quiz.html' title='quiz'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-112959980803017595</id><published>2005-10-18T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T09:43:32.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>satoshi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;satoshi. Cousins 21st birthday was on Sunday. Private party with the chews at 9 haig avenue. Was called up to do the setting up since it was pouring and it was impossible to do the layout at the porch. I realised i do love kids, so i guess if i become a nun i will work in a orphanage. The crazy innocent laughter.Sweet. Pigged out as usual with the pot luck contributions from all the familes. Devil's curry, kong pa pau all those bullshit. Shecks the waistline is expanding and with my constant procrastination on going to the gym. I need to warn smrt to have wider chairs and doors. Damn. This coming Sunday is the grand 21st birthday party of cousin which will be held at my place. 70 pax. I hope the stupid club house will not cave in under all those weight. More food again. Jules you got to save me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 more weeks till internship is over. No more bullshitting, waking up early stoning on the toilet bowl while gravity does it works. Wicked. Submitted my application to Uq and Monash. So far so good. I am still waiting for surrey. Come one surrey. Shopping with suan for arbs and my other winter jacket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Realised that i will going in and out of my beloved country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oct29 - Nov 9 London/Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some part of nov - Dubai with school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2nd week of dec - Kl with Theresan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dec24-26 - Bangkok with mavis and family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;News years eve - Melacca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Smrt has to be prewarn of massive overweight load when i enter the train. Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-112959980803017595?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/112959980803017595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=112959980803017595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112959980803017595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112959980803017595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/10/satoshi.html' title='satoshi'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-112899983357324825</id><published>2005-10-11T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T11:03:53.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haruko</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bohemian raphsody - queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haruko. I have no idea why for the past few days, my collegues has been asking if i have a boyfriend or whatsoever. Actually come to think of it, i feel perfectly free now. Singlehood. No more worrying, tears, calling up eun song to lash out my fustrations at her. Best part is that my stupid moronic brain has to dream of "ahem". Bullshit dream, maybe i am angsty thats all.Its strange and the next day i saw the "ahems" name is the newspaper. Writing to the forum. I was practically sniggering at what he wrote. The boss asked me a question during lunch yesterday being as nosy as ever. Why dont you have a boyfriend? Straight answer right back into his face.&lt;strong&gt; I cant be bothered.&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe i just shot it out of radomness, on the other hand maybe thats how i am feeling right now. I guess only people like the eun song, perriwinkle and green knew how affected i was during that stage of my life. The photos are still stashed right deep in my drawer. Till now its still wrapped in those translucent plastic covers, with the constant thought should i throw it down the rubbish thoughts. All those memories. Darn. Maybe i should tear it into small pieces, sprinkle it on into the toilet bowl like ashes in the morning. Then warm the throne with my fat saggy arse and let gravity does it works. Poot poot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was movie day with the sister. Caught the myth. Jackie Chan has a real boulbous nose that just sticks out from his oily face.I realised i cant stand people wasting nachos and popcorn. For a person who waste food my heart always goes out to popcorn so no matter what i will try to shove them down my throat. hahah I ned to get new clothes, hnm, warehouse, gap here i come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-112899983357324825?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/112899983357324825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=112899983357324825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112899983357324825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112899983357324825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/10/haruko.html' title='haruko'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-112878295090948006</id><published>2005-10-08T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T22:49:11.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pimples galore</title><content type='html'>Ben &amp; Jerrys cherry gracia puts a sneakish grin onto my face. It gooes weehee and then heh heh heh with the ups and downs of my manicured eyebrowns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday and i feel monday is approaching so bloody soon. Its like typhoon wwcp coming to sweep me to 51B Neil Road where there is an evergreen floor-carpet. Companied pops to simlim to get his new digital camera. Seriously i have no idea whatsoever on cameras. Basically if it is able to snap a picture, zoom, focus and have those flash shit. Thats perfectly fine with me. Not really a gadget girl though unlike my 12 year old sister who has a bloody i dock in her room. Note she nearly got the BOSE ONE.  That piece of dust forced me on the phone to enquire about that ridiculous i-dog shit. Humiliating, i did not dare look up at the salesguy. 69 dollars for a stupid dog which moves when you pluck it your mp3 player into it. Thats called ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went cat inspection with the whole family this time. Everyone's in love with the ragdoll breed. Pretty doo dah. Please give me some suggestions on names for my upcoming new addtion to the family - cat. Haru. I still like that name. Stylo Milo. Leonard &amp; Drake was next for me. I practically teared as they cleared my face from impurities. Checked with the dermotologist, i have freckles on what bloody side of my face. Lets have a lesson on freckles and blemishes. Freckles spread under slight exposure of the big round thing up in the sky while blemishes are able to be removed with skin care shit products. So i am going to be the younger much much fatter lindsay lohan. Note and its on one side of the face! f SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was with gram aka the empress dowagers. Dressed really trashy.Canto food. With the usual talk about the upcoming holidays. I feel like a pig with the loading of food, crab, foie grass, all those bullshit. Not really that cantonese though, chef must be having some identity crisis going on. Meetin dear old suan tmr. Hunt for the chocolates here we come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-112878295090948006?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/112878295090948006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=112878295090948006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112878295090948006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112878295090948006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/10/pimples-galore.html' title='pimples galore'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-112867026215976920</id><published>2005-10-07T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T15:31:02.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perky butts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gavin degraw - follow through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jules eun song. Terri perriwinkle. Thanks alot the 2 of you. Although it was just a few exchange of words. I felt much better. On the brighter side things over. Talked it out over, see no more blarish statements just 2 ladies talking things out. Wicked. I am beginging to appreciate everyone more every single minute. Its between UK or Aussie. So it either i am leaving in Sept - uk, Jun - aus. Random talk with the jackfruit and i'm having mixed feelings on leaving Singapore. On one hand its a whole new world for me to explore. Independance. Looking at the other side though, no more constant chirping of voices by the family, no more squealing out in laughter with friends, mum's food. Huge move to make but guess thats whats life all about. New surprises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So its 99.9 percent confrimed that the Chews are getting a cat. That crazy sister of mine wants to call it BENJI. When i heard that i went not way is my cat going to have some farm like name. Its going to have a japanese name. Haru. Haruki.Kenshi. Or worse comes to worse i shall call it PAVAROTI. A new addition to the family especially when i am gone. Rag doll kitten. Its pretty like a dog trapped in a cat's body. Docile, mild tempered, walks on a leash when trained! Work has been stagnant, bosses are away, convention is done with. So thus here i am typing this whole lump of crap to entertain myself in case i get into fits of boredom. I have realised that i have a lump of fat at the bottom of my stomach. Gross piece of unwanted shit. Who wants to sponsor me for mesotherapy, or onlinda cho slimming thing. Jerms remember our date to the slimming centre! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-112867026215976920?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/112867026215976920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=112867026215976920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112867026215976920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112867026215976920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/10/perky-butts.html' title='perky butts'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-112857045543009145</id><published>2005-10-06T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T11:47:35.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jules</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy 18th Birthday Jules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me announce this to the entire world. That Miss Juliana Stacy Lau Eun Song is the one who had seen me scream of my head, the tears, my horrirying laughter. Everything. Miss Jules you are one shit fart face whom i will always love and adore even with the countless bullying i get from you. The times where you really cant aim and landed on the bedside table inside of my bed causing a beautiful scarlet bruise on your silky thighs. I love your horrendous bombastic words that come out from you.Prok knuckles for you darling. Once more thanks for everything :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess i have pretty much matured since internship.The Chew's are thinking of getting a kitten. First its a persian kitten. Trust me when i see that piece of lumpish thing i really felt like pulling its face. Hairy fur ball with a face that has been rammed by a Shinkanshen train. Its that flat, snobbish and fat. Saw another type of breed. Ragdoll kittens. For the first time in my life i went gaga over a cat. Read that! For someone who detest cats, phobia of their meowing. I practically melted when i saw that kitten. It was that adorable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Having a silent row with a certain someone. No more screaming my lungs out, talking back Those lines are just reapeating over and over again. Never did i expect you to spit that right into my face when all i said was out of concern. I guess i am not that great under your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-112857045543009145?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/112857045543009145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=112857045543009145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112857045543009145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112857045543009145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-jules.html' title='Happy Birthday Jules'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-112757306713548975</id><published>2005-09-24T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T22:44:27.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>loosing my religion - REM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a time to see the armpit gang back at TP. Brilliantly wicked. Missed the all familiar toilet scent. Fish and Co was up next with the gang. I became this furious pig just gushing down those oily fried spanky calamari. Waking up at 9am just to hear the lecturers talking about our overseas trip is quite dumb plus the fact that we have to ballot for the destination we want. WTF. Bullshit. Crossing my fingers on Dubai with my darling dele computer technician. Decided to finally get done with my Kris Flyer shit. I have to start accumulating my points. Goal for 2008. To be under the pps club like dad where i can enter the lounge and whack all those bloddy movenpick ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New haircut. Loving every bit of it right now. Trying to keep my damn eyes open with my tv on and lap top glaring back at me just to do the shitting balloting for dele and myself. F Bananas. Church tomorrow which means waking up early again. So there goes my zoo visit with issac, dele and jerms. To those who love animals especially chimps Singapore Zoological Gardens is under major reno. Grandma empress dowagers is hosting a dinner tomorrow again. I hate to dress up these few days, lack of clothes. Best behavior again.  Retail therapy with mummy on Wednesday. Hahah took a bloody day leave. Yopie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down for my london/italy trip. Italian men here i come swarming for you. At this rate is go i am going to explode.  After family trip, school field trip - dubai thing. December will be bangkok again. Clothes and food. Wicked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-112757306713548975?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/112757306713548975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=112757306713548975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112757306713548975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112757306713548975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/09/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-112730780512774734</id><published>2005-09-21T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T21:03:25.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>serious thoughts</title><content type='html'>serious thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to 51b neil road. Yes the same old green carpeted floor that has not been vacummed for eons. There i was practically nodding my head off the whole day. A cup of nescafe wasn't enough to enlarge that saggy eyes of mine. Been pigging out again. There goes my weight lost goals again. 5 kg thats all i ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes mummy's famous mee soto. Chicken wings and bagadel for dinner. Bullocks! Serious talk during dinner wth the mumsies about my future. I feel old more matured after this xi'an trip. Now i get the whole picture of a true blue event person. So yes told her that i may venture out into the hotel industry too however maybe more to the events and marketing side. So 2006 will be off to somewhere out there. Either london or aussie for further studies. Told the parents to be prepared for me to continue staying there if i find a job there. Much more goal oriented now. Planning to work in an events company or a large hotel chain. Told them i am all for it if they want to relocate me to different places. Kudos to the xi'an trip, i made some great contacts with the sofitel ppl. Maybe i shall think about Sofitel too. Gordon and Adam, i shall haunt them in the future. Never thought that Singapore suited me. Dad should just have accepte the Australian relocation when i was sec 2. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phobia of falling out of love. So yeah i want to travel with work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-112730780512774734?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/112730780512774734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=112730780512774734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112730780512774734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112730780512774734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/09/serious-thoughts.html' title='serious thoughts'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-112719893027950164</id><published>2005-09-20T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T14:48:50.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xi'an bananas</title><content type='html'>xi'an bananas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great one and only miss melissa is back from xi'an china. 2 words. Good expierence. Long slogging hours sleeping each day a max of 4 hours. Thinking of the brightside of life i took sq up. Got upgraded to a premier suite room on the second day of my stay and got all of it by myself for 9 days. One happy girl in one big snuggish room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally knew how miss cruella worked with people. Thank goodness i have all those wonderful uncles supporting me from behind. Gonna visit my 2 crazy uncles at kl one day. Food was brilliant, fine dining food for us for a couple of days till i really wanted to just munch on local shit arse dirty food. That was how desperate i was. Oh yes yes i have to rave about this. Hot hot front desk manager in the hotel. Yoppiee. Yes a michael owen look - a - like but much better. Hahah i shall fly back  to china now. Off to my toilety throne and yes tmr is back to work. Bastard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-112719893027950164?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/112719893027950164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=112719893027950164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112719893027950164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112719893027950164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/09/xian-bananas.html' title='xi&apos;an bananas'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-112597572709422124</id><published>2005-09-06T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T11:02:07.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mount pinatubo</title><content type='html'>mount pinatubo or how you smell it volcano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok cuzy pat said i am turning funnier day by day. I guess maybe when i was young i was still that oh so shy girl, hiding in the corner getting bullied my cousin matthew and the rest. Nehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes i am sick, staying at Startford thus i am able to do some serious bullshitting here. Loads of phglems are like stuck in between my nostrils, throat. Not those liquidy runny ones but those that when u try to spit out it looks like squishy durian chewing gum. I hate those shit but yeah it amazes me how gluey it is and it takes helluva skill to throw those shit out from your system. I have came to a conclusion or even write a thesis on wwcp and its filthy damn air. Lets take a look, 10 years and i heard their mossy green looking carpet has not bee vacummed yet. There goes my face i mean seriously those who knows me only sees those ffing pops on my face when during certain timeof the month.  Ahem ahem ladies talk..read your bio book chap 11 sec 4.Now thanks to wwcp with it overload of projects i have a few long unwanted visitors aka pops on my face.  The word is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok wwcp comapny has decided to send me to xian-china with them. Departing this sunday. So basically its from the 11-19 sept. Still waiting for the fffing principal and director to sign the damn approval from which i have no idea why they have to since i am the person who signs the stupid indemnity form. So bullshit to them. On the other hand yes i am working with oh miss gucci branded lady. Super demanding. Super short tempered but pretty nice. So yeah i am preparing myself for the worst if she screams at me throw me down into a well of xian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile melissa. Smile. On the other hand if i am going my darling supervisor mama wiill be with me. I get to stay in a 5 start brand new hotel. Get to sit Singapore Airlines to and fro and yes umm singapore boys are not hot. Praying that there will be loads of excess luggage so hahah UPGRADE TO BUSINESS CLASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New piano is here. Its a grand beauty that is being tuned now. Shall wait for mummy to ship me off to the companys doctor. She thinks i am anemic now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-112597572709422124?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/112597572709422124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=112597572709422124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112597572709422124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112597572709422124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/09/mount-pinatubo.html' title='mount pinatubo'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-112541113568475169</id><published>2005-08-30T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T22:12:15.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brilliant</title><content type='html'>ok i just realise that i am so brilliant. Instead of sending the message to bert i send it to flea who is in aussie now. So yeah no more birthday surprise for miss philene leow who is studying there now. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose and throat is killing the shit out of me. With the constant stuffing of kleenex tissues into my nostrils, coughing out yellow think phglem. Works been fine. Starting on with the Cancun project. So far so good with the Xi'an one. Seriously after spending some time in an events company, its rather scary cos its either ppl are divorces or yeah single. So i think i would rather die as a vigrin or hire a male prostitute just before i kick the bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed my ffing final theory test again. Yes the second damn time. Its bullshit trust me all the answers are like the same. Its like taking a phd in trafficology. Deep has accomplished that while poor old me failed it again. Note to pass the test you got to get 45 out of 50 questions correct. Shit arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally over and done with the korean show. Good shitty crap. I am still thinking if i should just burn all the bitter sweet memories. The pictures are stashed up in the deepest corner of my drawer. 2 on my walls. Maybe i should just do it. I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-112541113568475169?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/112541113568475169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=112541113568475169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112541113568475169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112541113568475169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/08/brilliant.html' title='brilliant'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-112521849626318065</id><published>2005-08-28T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T16:41:36.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fatty boms</title><content type='html'>ok as what jules think i am. Yes she calls me a scheming piggy. Yes hahah counting back nearly every entry of my blog there will be a place for food. Bleah i mean i really do love food. I can gorge down like a whole 10 red bean hans chee peng when i have those sudden hunger pangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes all this binging has made me grow sideways. With the lack of exercise and the constant jail like life i have in the office. I have exploded into a yes fusion of a human and pig. So i am now called a pigmen. Read the word men not man. Yeah women. Hahah. 2 fffing kg. Damn it. I am so going to slice my fats off my body. Worship oilindo cho. Jump down into my home river canal and create a tsunami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat ugly unwanted girl equals to FUGLY. Shecks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-112521849626318065?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/112521849626318065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=112521849626318065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112521849626318065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112521849626318065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/08/fatty-boms.html' title='fatty boms'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-112393784626032447</id><published>2005-08-13T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T20:57:26.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>green tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;macadamia brittle from haggen daz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for once after like three weeks i am able to spend my whole saturday sleeping and eating througout the entire day. No more going back to work or rushing off for piano. Yes this is called heaven plus the fact that mum bought 4 pints of haggen saz ice cream. Wicked! Tiramisu, strawberry shortcake and the one and only unbeatable ice cream that i would shake my arse infront of an orang utan. Yes MACADAMIA BRITTLE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Work has been alright. Just the constant camping at the work place till 1am. Emailing our spanish counterparts ya da ya da. I have to say i am rather fortunate for having such a wonderful supervisor. I am beginging to enjoy my department. Boss and Jen are pretty cool chaps too. Neh i think its because i am the youngest of the company so yeap the baby of the company where everyone force feeds me with food. Showing me motherly and fatherly love. Within one month i may be deported  to the research department. Bleah i call it the mortury dept. Everyone is so damn serious. I will definetly miss laughing with the people up there. Talking bout work. Kinda proud of myself that i am the first intern to give the pre departure staff briefing for the free lancers. Not bad eh, nearly peed on my pants just before the presentation. Thank goodness both my superviosor boss and jen gave me the wonderful experience. Kudos to them. Dinner has been like 10.30 pm for three days. I am turning into a spaniard. Palm beach sucks can never be compared to long beach. Newton cant be compared to my one and only bedok corner. Ok i love the east.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Church tmr. Cant wait to see vivian. Guffawing with her during baptism lessons. Going to catch my Korean VCD. Three more days to Barcelona Convention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-112393784626032447?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/112393784626032447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=112393784626032447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112393784626032447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112393784626032447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/08/green-tea.html' title='green tea'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-112359478236727509</id><published>2005-08-09T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T22:24:03.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the over drunkness of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7780/500/1600/IMG_0728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7780/500/320/IMG_0728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Food thats only like the first part... shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7780/500/1600/IMG_07232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7780/500/320/IMG_0723.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Red wine rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7780/500/1600/IMG_07291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7780/500/320/IMG_0729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That was only one third of the craps i ate.. fff... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7780/500/1600/IMG_0721_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7780/500/320/IMG_0721_1.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love Shelly Molly Low Swee Lian :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes i want to turn back time to the good old saturday. Where i attended mass and had a great dinner with godparents, cousins and my darling old family. Food at long beach was always a favourite haunt for the chews. Pretty lucky to be born into a family who will pay for food. For me best chinese restuarant is Lei Garden. Top Class Service and Food that practically melts on your tongue. Wicked. Long Beach. Old memories where all the cousins will finger with the sea food. Yeah it was like battle of the crabs versus humans. Team it up with dry red wine from italy. Its like how jules and terri would get fits when they have a sniff on that Sam ( the bravery guy ) shirt. Oooo. I should come out with a list of good food haunts of the chews. Been munching, eating, binging. I shall not face the world and lock myself up in Stratford Court. Really dont want to create a mass earthquake in Singapore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So its national day. Blaeh the parade is still the same. Whole different experience watching it live at the padang and watching in front of a box. So mine was a brilliantly gross shittalious day.Yes the one and only melissa chew whol loves shitting so much was AT WORK. Read that i was at 51B Neil Road woking at wwcp. Sheesh. Work has been taking a toll on my personal life too. Constant feeling of snappniess, the frequent sharps pangs in my head. I just pray for god's grace to pull me through till next wed. Yes people please i need to meet up with all my darlings after the 18th. Convention is done and over. Yes. Clubbing anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On the brighter side, got a placement in uni of strachtlyde - scotland glasgow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Conditional offer to year 2. Still aiming for Surrey though. I cant wait to place my footsteps in italy and lonon on oct 29. Counting down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-112359478236727509?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/112359478236727509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=112359478236727509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112359478236727509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112359478236727509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/08/over-drunkness-of-me.html' title='the over drunkness of me'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-112256246579886877</id><published>2005-07-28T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T22:54:25.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweetie mums</title><content type='html'>sweet mum loves me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back from church today and ta da mummy presented me my no 1 fav belgian waffle from sun moulin. It was dehhhlicious. Sunk my teeth through the sugar coated crispy waffle. Ooo absolute good shit. Church was good with father luke telling more about the eucharist to us. Thanks to Edmund finally gotten my daily bread from him. So dinner was like hot dog buns from regent hotel. It was helluva good crap. Not those cheapo chicken franks buns but those classic brautwurst sussages stuffed into nice soft buns. Great. May be going to one of my church friends private mango/zara sale. Cool. Sipping home made barley with my ulceaur infested mouth. Damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting more stressed up with work. My immune system is cocked up, legs been feeling really jellyfied after walking for only a short while. My london bugs have came back to me those gross lil poppy rashes where i got from london. Its like a trend when my immune system is gone it comes up on me. Quirky but a cool gross signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummsies had her orchard outing today. So more goodies in the fridge from her fav marks and sparks. Biscuits galore, strawberry conserve,  teabags, japanese cookies and cheese dogs. So yeap its kinda cool being her i mean going to borders and reading, buying cook books. More cakes from her. Yes. Oh yeah and mummy read my mind today she got nougarts. Check that out man the molly and mels brain waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to give up on my final theory test. I shall just mugg it tmr and see how it goes. Cant be bothered anymore although i really do hope i pass bwaha. Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-112256246579886877?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/112256246579886877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=112256246579886877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112256246579886877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112256246579886877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/07/sweetie-mums.html' title='sweetie mums'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-112243625278601799</id><published>2005-07-27T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T11:50:52.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overdose of something</title><content type='html'>overdose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright i am at home. Nothing to rejoice about as i am feeling way way sleepy with all the medications i am taking. So yeah backtrack remembered how i said that i chommped down one whole pack of vanhoutton semi sweet almond chocs yeah next day - tuesday my throat was gone. It was way sore, i mean sallowing my saliva was ffingpainful. So deciding to head off to work or not, got mummy to dropped me at woods family doctor to get a check up. Grabbed my medicine and reported to work. Now comes the great part, throughout the first half of work i felt so damn sleepy with the intermittens of sharp pangs through my head and a wee bit of slight sudden blackouts infront of my computer. Thank goodness my sup was really understanding, shooed me back home so i decided to walk down to the clinic that my office uses. CLAIM MONEY. Ta Da guess what i found out my toadish family doctor gave me an overdose of medcine. Too stong for me. THus the faintness and real grogginess. Bad throat infection and upcoming flu for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i am blogging now when i am suppose to take this free time to study for my f.t.t. Final theory test. Yes its final i have a feeling i am going to fail it cos my nose has not even smelt three quarters of the damn book. Running a fever now and i feel like sleeping. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-112243625278601799?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/112243625278601799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=112243625278601799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112243625278601799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112243625278601799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/07/overdose-of-something.html' title='overdose of something'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-112229033328652972</id><published>2005-07-25T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T19:18:53.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pigging it out</title><content type='html'>ok lets see i shall declare to the whole singapore that i am suffering from a serious disease named. PIGASITIS. Which also means WHEN a person continues to eat non stop for a day. I am suffering yes. Breakfast was wholemeal bread with nutella,  mcvities and weet bix with milk. Lunch i gobbled down a packet of noodles from maxwell. half a pack of those big thumbs up looking peanuts packet and yeah a connetto vanilla ice cream. Dinner was yam cake-those oily shit arse that clogs up ur arteries plus a whole pack of vanhoutten semi sweet almond chocs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check that out man plus i have not shat for the whole day. This is shocking my whole digestive system is screwed past few weeks i shat out what pumped in and now its just all getting in without an exit. I need my fibergel. I feel gross now, seriously i should go to chua chu kang pig farm and meet my fellow counterparts. My stomach is expanding, my dress size is going to increase BY 3 SIZES.. I shall just live at chua chu kang now. Get this people i am still at office writing this stupid fat ranting entry. BEAT THAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-112229033328652972?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/112229033328652972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=112229033328652972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112229033328652972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112229033328652972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/07/pigging-it-out.html' title='pigging it out'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-112221697649904896</id><published>2005-07-24T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T22:56:16.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>et goes home</title><content type='html'>backtrack. Saturday which was also flea market day at the one and only timberlux centre in sunny land singapore. So there was i splurging all my money on earings more earing and more earings. It was too addictive sad part was that they were selling loads of mens shirts. I mean why were there no quirky vintage ladies shirts. Damn. Anyhoots met godparents for evening mass and dinner with the chews at the new cafe at simpang area. I am going to recommend that place. Not so sure whats that place called but yeah cheap good western food. Nice ambience too plus its quite a che che cafe with all its wine decked out. Spain. Australia and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday which means morning mass but yeap went for the noon mass at 12.15. So there i was thinking that i am able to sleep longer but damn my stomach as it was growling at 9am. So popepd out from bed and gorged down breakfast. Homily at mass was cool thank goodness father luke managed to crack some jokes or i would be sliding down the pules.  Headed down to parkway after churh to do some errands. Place was crowded. Slept in the afternoon for like an hour due to the immense noise my neighbours kids were playing in the damn yard. Felt like throwing stones at their faces. Ok i am evil but cut the crap i am pmsing and tired. Western food for dinner again. 2 straight days in a row. Mummy roasted chicken. Mashed potatoes with bacon. mixed veggies. stir fried mushrooms with onions tomatoes and streaky bacon. Damn. Good shit. Mum's been baking cakes more cakes. Angel cakes. Poppy seed cake. Muffins. I am expanding. Caught Et with mae, that shows still makes me go AWWW and yes i was going to tear again. Shecks haha. Flashback to japan universal studious where i took that ET ride. I felt like i was a kidddo again. Yippee. Mavis, Mich, Me. Great memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-112221697649904896?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/112221697649904896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=112221697649904896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112221697649904896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112221697649904896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/07/et-goes-home.html' title='et goes home'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-112195508192515430</id><published>2005-07-21T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T22:11:21.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pops</title><content type='html'>been eons since i touched blogger. Loads of things on my mind especially WORK. Ok maybe i am over sensitive i dont know i just have to wait and see. Talked to my supervisor bout it. Thank goodness she is really sweet. Yeah have her reassurance but still...fag. Been feeling really stressed up this whole week. So ta da what do i do. Munch on peanuts, chocolates, those dried plums more peatnuts more chocs. I feel terrible now. Just spooned out so much ben and jerrys. People dont be shock if u dont recognise me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loooking on the brighter side. Finished H.P. Its good shit, darker much more sinister. I cant believe i nearly teared during work while reading H.P. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-112195508192515430?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/112195508192515430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=112195508192515430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112195508192515430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/112195508192515430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/07/pops.html' title='pops'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-111977193071188127</id><published>2005-06-26T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T15:45:30.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still breathing</title><content type='html'>oasis - stop crying your heart out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people i am still alive. I am sniffing in the same air as everyone. Really seriously i am turning into a major sichuan panada who rolled down all the way from some ching chong mountain of china to dear old hot stuffy bloody singapore. Bali was enjoyable that is going to be one trip where i will not forget even if my arse starts sagging today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanged out with suanny my darling who has some major fetish on my dad. OK that is a sick thought so i shoudl seriously place her into a dryer and wash out all those ffing thoughts from her. Pui! Saw mahathir at bugis and ta da he went i looked damn tired. Yes thats what happens when someone goes to super teen holiday camp to help out and gets 2 hrs of sleep only for 2 bloody days. Double pui! Fact to take note the camp was in a total mess with ppl who had really bad breath and dumb organisation skills. I am so proud of myself. I managed to pull out myself and headed off to chuch with all my piano books and humongous bible. Seriously i have to get a pocket bible, the one that i am using one it could be my part time weights for arms tonning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long time since i have actually used my damn blog to whine out to yes to the vast invisible walls of internet. After spending one solid month in the company. I have came to terms that i am now deemed ugly, fat and gross due to the constant shoving of food down my small throat. Yes u name it i have eaten. F bananas plus the fact that i have stopped tennis. My beautiful arms are like tofu now. I miss smashing balls down to coach john, running across courts and having mini duels with ryan. Someone one please enlighten me on how to lose weight. I am pmsing, grouchy and fat. This is not a good combination.  I hate my body, my dark circles and that i am a woman and i am losing blood. Bwahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-111977193071188127?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/111977193071188127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=111977193071188127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111977193071188127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111977193071188127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/06/still-breathing.html' title='still breathing'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-111927311593055211</id><published>2005-06-20T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T21:11:55.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>balinese morning price</title><content type='html'>ok yes internship has sucked up like one third of my sad life. No internship tales today. So yes i am back from bali with my dear old cousins. i am still alive. I miss the sandy beaches i miss surfing i miss having dirt cheap food. F.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-111927311593055211?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/111927311593055211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=111927311593055211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111927311593055211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111927311593055211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/06/balinese-morning-price.html' title='balinese morning price'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-111789729875962939</id><published>2005-06-04T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T23:26:24.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the great one</title><content type='html'>Posted the pics up.&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/share/view?i=EeEOXDRy0ctXYA&amp;open=1&amp;amp;sm=1&amp;amp;sl=1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i am back. Lets see 2 weeks since internship and i am moulding into miss worldwide. With the constant guffaws due to really whacky working parteners. Brilliant. Met up with my 2 bitches and it was good. I have to admit although they smell so badly and thinks that my jokes are not that funny i shall still love them because no ones loves them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from grans birthday. Ffing broke as the money flowed into godiva's cashier and some florist at thomson. Shit. So yes rushed off to shang ri la. Or shanga ri la bwaha and we were stop. Read that STOP. Due to some really big shot,everywhere was bombarded with police cars, civil defence teams, those nepalese guards. All surrounding the hotel's interior and exterior.So there i was carrying my pot of plant and chocs hoping that they would not think that i am some bio crazy shit and stop me at my tracks. Felt like i was going to the airport with the metal detactors, guards with rifles. Bleah. So it was the line resturant. Ok maybe i am picky but kinda have the same sentiments with iz the lizard that its not all worthy for the price we pay. The maguro was rather flacid, salmon sashimi was just fine. Loads of food i have to say, the desserts were not bad but not over the moon too. Ok i am just picky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-111789729875962939?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/111789729875962939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=111789729875962939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111789729875962939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111789729875962939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/06/great-one.html' title='the great one'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-111734698542758996</id><published>2005-05-29T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T14:09:45.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday church</title><content type='html'>eels- saturday morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope its not a saturday morning today. Its a bloody whoppie sunday -29th of may which is my darling one and only sister mae chew min si. 12 yeard old so i should start tolerating her pmses she is going to be a teenager. Holy camoly. From that crazy rascal and we gave her the name the destroyer due to the fact that anything that lands on her is really literally being destroyed. Yeap my darling crazy sister who i will always remember when that neh was a young shit she place apple cubes into her nostrils instead of her damn mouth. Bwhaa. Snoar i am a softie lets put it this way no matter how much i irritate her by calling her sprouts, p.ia, i will always love that neh with all my heart. Yeap mae nope you wont be reading this but ur crazy sister love you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from church. Godma spoked to father luke about cuzy, was about to do that but yeap godma went first. Great mind thinks alike man. I cant help but worry, i do not know how to put it into words but yes its hard. The homily was good, reflected loads against it when father paul was talking. Lunched at siglap-yong tau fu. Bloated now. Off to decorate the function room now for maes big birthday party. I am nice :) got her the curious perfume and she does not know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-111734698542758996?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/111734698542758996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=111734698542758996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111734698542758996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111734698542758996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/05/sunday-church.html' title='sunday church'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-111720791635551644</id><published>2005-05-27T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T09:37:35.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damien rice</title><content type='html'>The most depressing song- get up kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes finally its friday. Cheers to everyone for actually surviving the first week of their internship. Things have actually peaked up. Did like spredsheets, read their past projects, came out with cost listings. Thank goodness i have friendly working partners. From the crappy chicken pie story all the way to cows. Wondering how am i going to survive all 5 months. I know i can, i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just talked to cuzy. Yeap she is giving up. Shit. Feeling all low and shitty now for the fact that i cant do anything for her. Kinda remembered the tears, agony that all those chemo sessions she is currently going. The times where those drugs made her puke non stop and all i could do was to rub her back. Where she lay down there all weak but still able to forge a smile. Giving up hope. Seriously all i can do now is just to pray. I miss the times where we will race each other across the pool. Share fishball sticks dipped in those sweet chilli sauce. Where we cycle round grandmas porch, falling all the times where she will help me up.I want to do that with her again. Somtimes i just wish that there is this machine that will be able to erase all ur thoughts for some time. ------deleted-----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-111720791635551644?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/111720791635551644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=111720791635551644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111720791635551644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111720791635551644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/05/damien-rice.html' title='damien rice'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-111693833010703097</id><published>2005-05-24T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T20:42:39.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stone my balls</title><content type='html'>stone my nehs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok my internship just started. Day one. Boring. Read that word. I need to use the f word now. Yes it was fucking boring. Read that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah there i was sprinting like some wild chicken to neil road due to the bloody cocked up train. Damn train stopped half way during the journey. Bullocks. So there i was climbing up the steep stairs of the shop house*beautiful door* opened the damn door and ta da i was the earliest. Shecks. Had my office orientation for like 10 mins where i was not given a bloody drink treat. I want a welcome drink damn it. So there i was getting all hyped up to learn new shits but nope. I was banished at my desk from 10-6. Msn is not allowed. Reading blogs is super dangerous due to the fact that my back is facing the damn door. So yes i was practically vegging out at neil road with the constant surfing of websites like cnn, channel news asia. I cant believe i was able to enter into my own outer space for like 8 hours. On the brighter side i shall console myself with a huge desk. Shall decorate it tmr. Bleah. Talked to mr izzie the lizard and yeap he went that its the off peak season for the office. Totally agree its the off peak shit. Its way underground below the roads where its so dark gloomy and boring till my arse wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone there is ahem not bad. Gotta know them more but i sniff lil office politics. Ok maybe i am just being sensitive. Tmr will be better. It better be. People give me ur pictures so i can place them on my desk and think of you instead of rotting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats in my stomach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Breakfast&lt;/span&gt; : one egg tart&lt;br /&gt;                      some biscuits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lunch&lt;/span&gt;     : Minced pork  mushroom noodles- maxwell mkt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dinner&lt;/span&gt;    : Rice with dishes&lt;br /&gt;                    Whalloped a ffing pack of jack fruit chips&lt;br /&gt;                    One ferrero rocher&lt;br /&gt;                    One Hazelnut Choc&lt;br /&gt;                   * thinking of having my lao po peng from thong heng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody banans i am exploding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-111693833010703097?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/111693833010703097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=111693833010703097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111693833010703097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111693833010703097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/05/stone-my-balls.html' title='stone my balls'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-111676657800703289</id><published>2005-05-22T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T20:56:18.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rittersport</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gdh-imports.com/acatalog/15GE09_small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Damn the damn sickening woodlands checkpoint. Bullocks. I am stuck in the one and only singapore where we are identified as a dot on the world map. Went for church for the rite of acceptance. Good experience and the homily was good too. So yes there i was with the sponsors telling us about our dressing. Helooo i mean there are those who really deck themselves skimpily and there she was telling it to us. Bleah. Rushed off to godmas house with the intention of everyone going for a malaysia roadtrip. But no the traffic was helluva shit and i am still stuck here. I can feel the clams, crabs calling me. My supposed seafood dinner. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from dinner-kreta ayer market. Note: Sa po fan. ha chiong gai. Stir fried bitter gourd with pork. I am seriously bloated had like 2 full bowls of rice. Oh yeah dessert was my absoulte fav almond and seaseme cream. At the rate i am going i am seriouly going to explode. I just chunked down like a whole shit of those rittersport things. Fu chok in the afternoon. Japanese snacks. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-111676657800703289?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/111676657800703289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=111676657800703289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111676657800703289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111676657800703289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/05/rittersport.html' title='rittersport'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-111665471989120957</id><published>2005-05-21T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T13:51:59.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chupa papayas</title><content type='html'>logan loves longans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having semi withdrawal symptons of lonliness. Damn. I wished i had an older bro maybe like matthew where both of us can chase each other. Pull each others hair and yes burst out with our usual manical laughter with constant hiccups along the way. The torture of being the older one is gross. Looking out for that lil mad sister of mine, gettling walloped by her and yes the ultimate nightmare she soon being taller than me. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was amore with terri anne teo pang sai my other darling. My kicks are sleek nice and sweet. So sharp that when it lands on ur smooth tua hui silken face its going to have a dent. I hate it when i have my usally choc and cookies craving.Pms pms. Pass me some i can just munch non stop. A bullzoer needs to drag me away from those temptations seriously! I think famous amos cookies are over priced. Subways ones are nice chewy and yummy. Bummbed around having my almond soya bean drink while miss other pang sai was having her tua hui. Not bad considering that we have never heard of that brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying flat compressing my huge flabbish stomach on a not so interesting afternoon while my tv is flashing with xmen2. Yes note star movies.Hugh jackman is hot although i think hairy men are quite distasteful. Pui. I cant wait to leave singapore tmr. Jb here i come. Still thinking of what to wear to church tmr. My mini baptism thingy, the first part of the whole journey. Rushing off to jb later. Malaysia Bajus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sip is due in like hmm 3 days. Death day on tuesday, shall deck myself in nice pwetty demure clothes and place my arse on the train all the way till tanjong pahjar. Seriously i hope everyone is nice and friendly. I mean how am i going to suvive not talking, chatting having my natural loud crazy laughter. Shit. Miss menon i need u .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-111665471989120957?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/111665471989120957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=111665471989120957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111665471989120957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111665471989120957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/05/chupa-papayas.html' title='chupa papayas'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-111660255948441633</id><published>2005-05-20T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T23:22:39.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from the mack</title><content type='html'>back. Yes read it mel the great one has finally zoomed back into earth. Ta da. Korean vcds were my companions for lets say 2 weeks of marathons till 3am. I am bummed out, tired and bored. Sip is going to start soon and i will be back. Shall sort out the books that i just bought from borders. yipe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-111660255948441633?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/111660255948441633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=111660255948441633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111660255948441633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111660255948441633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/05/back-from-mack.html' title='back from the mack'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-111555829139305838</id><published>2005-05-08T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T21:23:25.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy mothers day</title><content type='html'>i have just realised something i cant live without chocolates. No matter how much i force myself to abstain from it i cant. Chocolates are darlings to me. Just walloped one whole bar of tolberone and there is a pack of rittersport rum and raisin choc on my table. Research says that chocs makes ppl happy. Isnt it so beautiful when ur teeth sinks into the chocs, when it starts melting and all those chemicals starts coming out. And tat da you become one happy child.Totally support it. Watching some bollywood show is boring and my head is nodding with disapproval. Shecks. Ru hua has been taken up by some other emo person. We need ru hua. Bleah i am just bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-111555829139305838?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/111555829139305838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=111555829139305838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111555829139305838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111555829139305838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='happy mothers day'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-111539311990590987</id><published>2005-05-06T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T23:25:19.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>piece of crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2 things that happen to me that really pissed the shit out of me. Pisst thats the word. Hmm maybe adjetive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Number One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Finished dunman high school training so yeap was walking back to the bus stop when this shitty white hair freak from a car started screaming towards our direction*sherm and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Number Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So yeah there i was feeling all tired and got a ffing annoying shout from that bugger and sherm and i realised that we were LOST. Yes read it i was lost in the EAST. So brilliant us took the wrong lane and we went walking towards the express way*ecp. Decided not to turn back but instead brilliant dear old sherm decided to take the route towards singapore indoor stadium. So in no time from i was dragging my feet towards the sickening indoor stadium. Ta da when we reached there we were lost again. It was basically like a huge maze of carparks more carparks and carparks. I was practically wailing in agony. Firstly i hate being lost secondly the weather was humid plus dark. So there we were figuring it tried calling ken it was like the amazing race turning all wrong. Oour clue was just to find the damn 14 bus stop but we couldnt. Damn. Thank goodness there was a cabby willing to take us. So yes cabbed back and i am officially broke. Cheese and whiskers. I am tired and sick. F. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mavis&lt;/span&gt; yes you can see that my entries are bombarded with food. I need to have food escape. Shit. I am ballonnnning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-111539311990590987?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/111539311990590987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=111539311990590987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111539311990590987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111539311990590987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/05/piece-of-crap.html' title='piece of crap'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-111530140984896493</id><published>2005-05-05T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T22:03:33.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>double ms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;updates! MADE homemade muddy slide pies. Ok i shall evaluate it. Personally i found it rather nice sweetness and richness. Passed it on to my dad and jerms and ta da they went mell its too rich. Hmm too rich i shall freeze it overnight cos jerms said its still a lil nua. High standards lah someone. Currently being frozen for 5 hours. Not enough yet. Mee siam was for dinner. Shittly good stuff. I am currently swirling with beehoon, bee hoon everywhere. Bleah. Yes dear old dad who just loves dissing me in front of jerms bloody neh. Both of them can eat my shit one who just loves making fun of me the other who laughs at it. Sigh but i still love them dearly one as my nutto dad the other as my crazy armpit bro.My horrendous life. Typing really hard on my dear old key board. Got really pissed bout what mum just said. What the. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-111530140984896493?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/111530140984896493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=111530140984896493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111530140984896493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111530140984896493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/05/double-ms.html' title='double ms'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-111504298856615787</id><published>2005-05-02T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T22:22:20.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloated face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img height="253" src="http://www.philiptreacy.co.uk/nonflash/collections/ss2005/images/oc418.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone get this for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah aunty marg is finally back from spain. Spanish chocs coated with coconut, truffles and i got this really pretty bell thingy. Sweet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so yes my brilliant whacko black finished laptop hung on me again. So there goes my brilliant entry. Met jules at bugis after her work and i got the greatest hugest shock in my current life. Whinned to mrs cartman that i have been pigging out too much and ta da she went yeah mel i think ur face grew. So under mels equation of mels laws on fats. One when your face grows it means ur body grows sideways too. When this 2 adds up the first thing that sizzles is your waist your waist vanishes* i do not have one at all thus its very bad then u turn into this big fat green watermelon. The terrible truth of mels life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So there i was looking at mirrors while shopping bwaha. Bugis village was for us as we combed the whole damn thing. Thank goodness now it has upgraded, air conditioned not the old hot stuffy where you really can smell smeelly shit radiating from ppl's armpits. Bleah. Got myself somthing which will aid me for my suntanning sessions but i think i will look like a balloon in it. Yes i can bounce on water. Watch out for the headlines next week" stratford court floods when girl jumps into pool". Shit. Jules jules that girl is turning into miss dress up now haha. Mrs cartman and me headed back to parco junction to get my shit while that neh totally embarassed me by sitting down on muji's bed for 5 mins. Note only those granmas/pas were doing that. Save me. Ladies and gentleman please not that the vcd shop is called phokim not kimpo* especially for jules. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-111504298856615787?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/111504298856615787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=111504298856615787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111504298856615787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111504298856615787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/05/bloated-face.html' title='bloated face'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-111495187860362555</id><published>2005-05-01T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T21:00:05.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my not so secret garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the not so secret garden afterall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tracy party was yesterday. Met the armpit gang and ta da bumbed and talked crap all they way till downtown east. Yes the armpit gang those super dupre lovely morons who can take my absolute whinning. Romeo was there, miss her like mad so yes its arab street on the 9. At the rate i am eating seriously i can forget buying my working clothes and wearing them when i start my internship. Bleah. Chilled out with the gang at some chig chong 24hr coffee shop where i am amazed the singaporeans could have mee pok at like 1 am. I mean dont they need to sleep, indigestion with those mee pok and fried chicken platter swirling in their poor stomach. Their gastric juices are seriously powerful. Yes and now i have to announced that jerms is quite a gentleman. I think its cos he was ok semi drunk haha. Jermy jerm jerms the one who is always shows his hostility to me decided to foot my boho mecklace and pin and yes send me home first. *Standing ovation as mel the queen decides to knight him for being a gentleman for ONE day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mass was on for me today. Got a major shock to see miss philo reading out the gospels. I was like holy camoly thats my lecturer, never knew she worshiped that parish. Spent quality time with my darling godparents, kallang wantanmee and fried sweet potato. Bloody shit. Watched some cantocomedy while lazing round her sofa in the afternoon and then my cousies bed was calling to me. Godma and i were like queen shebas, one sofa for each other stretching out our legs while we feast on juicy rambutans Heat was immensly hot, so off i went turning on her room aircon and snoozing for 2 hours. Yes so i am feeling so bloated now, dinner was at the secret graden place. Ok seriously i think its just fine. I mean the food is average not bland, not superbly great considering the rave reviews they had on cleo.But the draw back point was what the f they do not serve ice water. I mean you have to order it. A seafood aglio olio for me. Strumbs fingers * average. Service was kinda fine y with the constant reapeated orders from us to the waiter. Neh. So it was gran, godparents and my family. Overall will not go to that place again considering what my dad paid was not justifiable for the food. Treated us for an early mothers day thingy as next sunday everyone will be at church. Kinda feel bad for bringing godpa there, think he did not enjoyed the food that much. Petes place is still the best my darling restaurant. Bloody fresh bread, beautiful homemade spreads, friendly warm smart staff. Ok i am just rather particular i think those who know me really well knows i will spent rather long choosing something making sure that there is not a single scratch. I miss petes place's escapole, the italian desserts, the friendly lady who always serves us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* to aaron for reading this i am so hurt that u called me the bloody ru hua i shall seriously dress up like her and force you to enter a church with me and we shall get hitch. I shall personally give u strong back breaking massages and let u smell my armpits. Watch out. Neh neh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-111495187860362555?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/111495187860362555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=111495187860362555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111495187860362555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111495187860362555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-not-so-secret-garden.html' title='my not so secret garden'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-111465429541179352</id><published>2005-04-28T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T10:11:35.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wet and sunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so here i am waking up at  miserable time of 9am. Read that mel does not usually wakes up at 9am. Considering that i am fusing into my dad which means a sleeping pig i am up awake and energise writing this mundane entry at 10.04. Sip launch was yesterday went back to school. Yes the familiar lifts with its shiy scrubbed floor where sometimes you can really see the insides of girls skirts. Scary. Its that shiny trust me. Yeah so there were the usual talks by our seniors which gave be a rather bright light on my sip work, sexual harrasments. Bleah. Then comes meeting our los. Someone save me. I was really dreading it. Shall not mention and names but lo(a) seriously have to increase her reading speed. I was about to have fits due to the constant sqirmming with agitation on my hard plastic seats. Bloody nehs. Just had 2 mcvitties plus a cup of milk. Brilliant cant wait for lunch, hok cheww fish balls with bee hoon. Slurps. Going to rush down to british council later for my conditional placement at surrey. Rather early but i got to prepare to give all the facts and shit to my parents. Off to shit. Mels out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-111465429541179352?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/111465429541179352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=111465429541179352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111465429541179352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111465429541179352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/04/wet-and-sunny.html' title='wet and sunny'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-111432522317481581</id><published>2005-04-24T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T19:18:16.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>red cheeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 348px; HEIGHT: 249px" height="249" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5da02b3127cce9118d3666be800000016108IcuGjlo5a-" width="429" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                         &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sip it slowly with melenpatrina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ok i am fusing into my daddy. Feeling all sleepy the whole day, woked up for tennis at 9am. Bathed and guess what plopped myself back to slumberland. Yes i just love my pillow, recalling the amount of trips that i went to tangs, robinsons, raffles city to get the perfect pillow. See i cant stand hard pillows those where you cant really sink your head in and those that when you sink in your head goes fully submerged and tendancy of suffocation. Three words i am fussy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So yesterday was kickboxing with miss teo and ta da miss teo's fav instructor who clads himself with just a thin silk shorts was absent. Was this other umm guy who had yes a whole load of feminine side to himself. I mean i was like smirking in agony to myself when we did our relaxation exercises to the music of titanic. What the f right. I mean with his wierd tai chi moves crap my nehs could nearly topple too. Rushed off to my grans place where i walked through all those terrace houses with the scorching damn sun just belting on me. I was half drenched with my perspiration. Steam boat session was for dinner. I was really like this wild boar who escaped from hawaii before they wrapped my up and cooked my under soil. Yes i was that hungy, munched on prawns more prawns more prawns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Spent some time with cous pat, yeap she is now out of the hospital for the time being but all her chemo shit are not fully done yet. Shall pray for her tonight. Anyhoots dear three cousins decided to make a trip down to panpacific hotel for a drink. Pretty apprenhensive at first considering that i am left with 4 dollars to last me all the way till fri. Bananas. Temptations drew in so rushed home bathed and waited for my cousin to fetch me. So its was pat, en and me. 2 girls and a guy at pan pac. Ordered a peach martini. Rather strong but it was not bad afterall. No aftertaste. Slurps. Looking through the menu and yes a bloody sickening coke cost 11.50. I was like what the shit. The most brilliant and wicked part was half way as three of us sipping out drinks in pleasure then came like cannapes and entress for us. We were like ummm no we did not order it. Ta da drum roll...it was complimentries from the asstistant manager cos she knows my cousin as she is working there. The semi panfried tuna coated with sesame and black pepper which sits on dice sauteed tomatoes plus hashbrown was heavenly. Had like lil cute dumplings although it really tasted like crap the plattering was good and yes epi prawns. So yes all free and even better when the bill came we had 50 percent off for our drinks. Hahah i was like en it must be you cos you are the only guy. Poking fun at en the whole time that the assistant manager was in love with him. Ultimatly everything was good considering we looked the youngest at the lounge as we were surrounded by businessmen. Sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-111432522317481581?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/111432522317481581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=111432522317481581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111432522317481581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111432522317481581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/04/red-cheeks.html' title='red cheeks'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-111416251477085678</id><published>2005-04-22T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T17:35:14.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frizzless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;alright my life has been revolving around my laptop, chocolates and my scv box. I should hop on a jet plan and like hmm kidnap prince harry, adam brody and that csi guy greg sanders. I dig nerdy guys haha. Intellectual guys. So yes my hair has been like totally out of shape and like totally frizzy plus the fact its still quite short. So woked up this morning changed and went to my hairdresser. Ta da i straightened my hair. Smooth and frizzless now and its a good investment as it lasts hmm min 6 months. So i can just let my hair grow and its still striaght. No more out of shape like some pizza has just flopped onto my fringe. I miss my long hair twisting it into a chignon bun and securing it with just a chopstick. I shall not enter a salon till 6 mths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Survivor is getting way boring. Bloody nehs my darling bobby john has been eliminated pointless for me to watch now. Bet suan is like laughing at this if she reads it. Damn. Broke again. Mels charity box is still open please donate genoursly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-111416251477085678?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/111416251477085678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=111416251477085678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111416251477085678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111416251477085678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/04/frizzless.html' title='frizzless'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-111391133641641719</id><published>2005-04-19T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T19:48:56.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the power of magnums</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;note i am totally addicted to ice creams now. Alright not something new i just have a totally sweet tooth am able to live with chocs and ice creams. So yeah i have been pigging out of magnums almond, truffles and like the classic ones. So yes brilliant me thought a damn magnum cost only $1.10. Nope a frigging magnum yes stuhpid vanilla ice cram dipped into warm choc, place it in a like plate of crushed almonds. Ta da you get a magnm which cost like a damn 3 bucks. I was like what the shit so yes i have downgraded to a blooody vanilla connetto for last nights dessert. Sad but yes thats life. I miss my ben and jerrys my cherry gracia. Slurps. Oh and you know i thought cold storage rocks like crap go check out the ntuc at parkway parade. Yes a whole section catered to imported aussie goods . Chocolates galore-resses bars, nestle buttery fingers, starburst. Oh yes all the chocs i have been missing out from aussie. Bought my resses peanut butter bars and nestle shit. My preeeeecious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The constant junking has made me expand sideways. Have not been keeping to my exercise regime with the past week staring at my lap top watching korean vcds. Rittersport, red bean bun and yes not forgetting my darling mcvitties plus my mummys good food are all like stuffed up in my waistless body. Shit. F bananas. I want to go for olinda cho thingy i dont care if they like inject me or slice off my ahems fats. I have not reached my target. Instead i have reached the unforseen and yes unwanted target of putting on weight. Just placed my 2 feet on the digital machine that tells everyones horror. Yes i got mine and i am wallowing in tears now. Ladies and gentlemen this is what you get when you place your arse on a chair or sofa and munch non stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;On the brighter side i met jules terri and xb(jules friend) Ok its not that sunny meeting jules though. With the constant grosses of her, yikes but thats jules anyway. Took the train, sub, tube, metro to tiong bahru to meet yes miss juliana lau ji ping aka the girl who always misplaced her stuff. Lunched at sakae sushi. F. Plus i have like 2 huge blisters due to the damn shoe. Bloody shit arse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shall have a choc buffet at my place on thursday. Sharing my darling resses and nestle buttery fingers with jerms. Brilliant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-111391133641641719?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/111391133641641719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=111391133641641719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111391133641641719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111391133641641719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/04/power-of-magnums.html' title='the power of magnums'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-111366587534098638</id><published>2005-04-16T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T23:37:55.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>expansion is bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ok joy no 1 is that my hair and fringe is finally growing. Yes brilliant, finally i have a fringe that i can sweep it to the side and yes tie up my hair with nice lil bunchies of hair ties. So yes went for the green view school training and ok i am paid quite measely. Well i shall not complain cos i had the company of my darling love birds. yes hail jules and sandeep. Mummys birthday was yesterday it was good. Pigged out with her at some jap restuarant and i gave her a surprise my buying for her a beautifull stylish wallet. Dranied my allowances for buying that thus i am officialy broke and  have decided to reopen mels charity box. I am pigging out all the way with like hmm mummys birthday  cake and cheese buns for breakfast before rushing down to work and deep buying for me a corn dog. Lunch was like helluva shit like meetaibak ya da ya da dinner was even worse. Being miss piggy mel and having a awufully delicious sweet tooth, decided to take a stroll down to macs to get yess a hot fudge sundae. Damn it. Pumpping in too much food is seriously bad for you i mean yes you explode but then it hurts your stomach. Suffering from the aftermath with me heading straight to my toilet but nothing was released. My half eaten rittersport almond choc is staring at me " eat me eat me'' No way am i going to risk it although its just too tempting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alright recalling my gymming session with terri neh neh. Ok two words bloody tiring. My marginal utility was like soaring, worked out for one hour with the constant sneaky glances at the  people surrounding me. Yes hahah and ta da my eye just caught this lady ok pretty tall just wearing tights and a micro mini bra. Ok i am mean ok yeah bitch but i mean her top is really small and terri could even see the flesh underneath. Ok too much details. Proves my point that it was absolutly micro mini. Burst out like in guffaws while i was like working out as i checked on her yes all so matrix moves. Seriously she is not flexible at all her punches were like dry mahjong on air. Oh no free style shit. Bwahah ok i shall stop here. Pure entertainment while i worked my arse off. Sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dele&lt;/strong&gt; : you may not see it but u idiot i miss you wer are suppose to go shopping. Have like high tea togehter and gossip bout nonsense. Go kill nancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-111366587534098638?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/111366587534098638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=111366587534098638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111366587534098638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111366587534098638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/04/expansion-is-bad.html' title='expansion is bad'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-111346275037489358</id><published>2005-04-14T15:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T23:08:13.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HONESTTTTTTTTTTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tomfelton.com/pix122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh do u see our dear old handsome friend &lt;strong&gt;tom felton aka as the evil&lt;/strong&gt;, menacing piece of great smelling shit in harry potter. Oh yes &lt;strong&gt;draco malfoy&lt;/strong&gt; my dear old jules great one and only lover in the whole universe. Well well draco malfoy a great guy with hmm pimplish face oh maybe its just white oh or maybe he is just ahem pretty ugli in a nice way. Aww draco malfoy pity that you are born into a a bunch of death eaters. Yes death eaters imangine a poor kiddo who has really horrendous looking parents. Note &lt;strong&gt;pale white skin&lt;/strong&gt; with couple of &lt;strong&gt;trigonomety dots&lt;/strong&gt; hmm pimples on the face. Yes poor genes oh know great genes a unique piece of dung. Bwahaa. Lets see draco malfoy ahh that guy really has loads of great things stuck on him for life hmm like being really petrified of darkness that forbidden forest thingy. Sqealing like some whinning half dead pig when harry potter threw snow balls at him. Oh yes and of coure he is so clever that he cant come up with a patronous spell. Draco draco beady looking eyes prim and proper robes but the heart of a chicken. Chickens are brave beaky animals. Brave brave unlike our dear old harry potter who is so sthupid that is able to come out with spells that no one at his age could have dont it. Draco yes the most brilliant centre parting boy who yes seriously need to so for some serious tanning sessions at stratford court. Or maybe hmm his darling pain in the arse father lucious malfoy could cast a tanning spell on him. Oh yeah they are ummm smart. Yeap note that he is still placid slimy looking. Bwahaha. Oh yeah and to those harry potter fans jk rowelling just announced on harry potter website that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sirus black is actually a scottish.Brilliant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-111346275037489358?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/111346275037489358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=111346275037489358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111346275037489358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111346275037489358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/04/honestttttttttty.html' title='HONESTTTTTTTTTTY'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-111346275007538569</id><published>2005-04-14T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T15:12:30.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.tomfelton.com/pix122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-111346275007538569?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/111346275007538569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=111346275007538569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111346275007538569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111346275007538569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-111322186125062602</id><published>2005-04-11T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T20:17:41.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;ok someone shoot me now. I am turning into a real muddle headed old granny with sagging breasts and a huge swelling arse. So yes i brilliantly went to cold storage to get my pasta ingrediants for tomorrow to cook for cousin pat. There i was handling clumsily with my sthupid lime green basket filling it up with them and like going round coles twice to hunt for the damn tomato puree. Bloody nehs. Was queing to pay up and cold storage was playing the yeah song by usher. Holy camoly all of a sudden i heard this humming and turned behind this young boy was like humming to that song. Turned infront i saw this ngee ann sec 1 boy moving left and right to the rhythm.Note he cant dance for nuts I was like. WHAT.Came back and now at the time of 8pm i am chomping on the selected honey dew which i got from there. Smells so nice but kamomb it is like tastless. I was like what the shittt...and i did not know there was a sleazy dent at the bottom of it. Mistake no 2, my eyes are fooling me got a thinner version of spagetthi instead. Mummy realise it so yes i have to walk down tomorrow to change. Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Talking bout sleep i had such a horrendous sleep yesterday. Decided to tuck myself into bed plus having a nice dose of marian keys -angels. Yes it did not bring my angels but instead a bloody annoying single pain in the arse mosssiequitooee. People who know me knows i abhore them i mean which sane person cuddles with them to bed. Especially hate it when they fly pass my ears and i hear that chilling buzzing sound. I hate it. FULL STOP. So me being obesified through the amount of shit i have been eating while watching tv battling with a single sthupid arsonic mossie. I mean if there was a video cam i look super stupid in my cow pyjamas swatting my hands at like 1am in the morning. Sleep was totally disrupted as that damn thing dracula thing with evil spikes  came buzzing to my ears again. 3am woked up could not take it and yes opened my door, stoned on my bed waiting to tiny puny dracula took make a grand exit from my room door* i wanted to camp with my sis but i could not find the damn mattress at 3 am i was that annoyed. Woked up feeling all pissy and mossified. Decided to hit the treadmill but nope the bloody ffing treadmill is spoilt. Yes i think its because of the amount of heavy ppl that lands on the machine. Damn so i wasted my time getting into stupid sports attire. Nehs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-111322186125062602?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/111322186125062602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=111322186125062602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111322186125062602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111322186125062602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/04/coles.html' title='coles'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-111314113616727340</id><published>2005-04-10T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T21:56:22.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>potato phobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i am terribly afriad of fries i hate french fries thanks to my beloved suan who ordered at billiy bombers. damn my whole body is feeling itchy due to the extra moronic mossie which is like buzzing around my room. Damn it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yesterday was gab's 1 year old party. Ok it was brilliant got to see my darling twin nephews there too. Cous grace had this indian buffet style thingy brayani, chicken curry ya da ya da but the greatest factor there was a roti prata man making fresh pratas for us at the house. Wicked so yes and the prata was good shit ate like a pig. Usual talk with all the cousins me being the second youngest got bullied as usual. Neh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lunch at grans house today. Babi asyam, ngor hiong and like crappy shit more. Seriously i have been like eating so much now adays. Always staying at home and sneaking to the fridge to find some stuff. I need to have a cold turkey in my room bwahah but i have snacks in my room too. Brilliant. Been really muddle headed these few weeks pissing some friends off. I need to use my sesame schedule book again, chucked it at the side of my table after the exams. Owe an apology to terri my other neh hahah for cancelling on her like in 2 consequetive weeks. Sorry girl. You can go kick my arse on friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-111314113616727340?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/111314113616727340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=111314113616727340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111314113616727340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111314113616727340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/04/potato-phobia.html' title='potato phobia'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-111285541623141172</id><published>2005-04-07T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T14:30:16.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the orgs society</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;so yes yesterday dinner was at swensens with jerms, nelson, mahathir, fan and mr forever late ash. Bwahah. Fish and chips for me was totally gross it had a fishy smell. Ok i am a rather picky eater, the baked potato was seriously measly it looked like a baby arse with some puny shit aka the lil yellow mayonese thingy. Pui. My whole face was like a stuffed up potato after that and i still ordered a bloody ice cream. It was ok i would still slurp down my cherry gracia anytime. So yeah nelson and i starteed this orgisitc club. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;bwaha. Yes we were talking bout singaporeans openeness on sex issues in a &lt;strong&gt;family restaurant&lt;/strong&gt;. We were surronded with kiddos with their loving parents. Yeah and as usual dele and jerms will get totally urked out by this topics. For me i am just rather alright on those issues but not too deep hahah. But however no offense to my 2 darlings i always believed that those ppl who are always so shy bout this type of issues are the one who thinks the most and fantasises the most. Bwahah now i know what dele and jerms do. Haha. So with my hilarious loud laughter booming in swensens. i mean come on i just dont like those ooooo soft twinkling laughs. Come on give a huge hearty laugh like nel and me. Yeah i bet i embarrased that dear jerms and dele. Snoar too bad this is mel and no ones changing her. Hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Man its soo booming fast in like 3 days the results will be out. I mean ohh shit and after in like 1 and a half mths sip. My orks partner in crime nel may be shipped off to some ulu pandan area called ITALY. Bloody nehs. Nelson you better return home normal. Yeah so brilliant me was so keen in watching a horror flick. headed down to the cinema and watched samara. My 7.50 was wasted practically covered my ears and eyes during the whole show. hahah. Ok i peeped at some parts. Neh and i left my handphone in the cinema rushed up at like nearly 12 midnight to collect it. Sthupid moronic brains of mine. Feeling sleepy with eva cassidy singing to me my days are monotonous i need like prince harry to fly to me NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-111285541623141172?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/111285541623141172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=111285541623141172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111285541623141172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111285541623141172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/04/orgs-society.html' title='the orgs society'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-111275929360288093</id><published>2005-04-06T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T11:49:24.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>queen latifah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;i need to seriously drag myself down to the gym but damn i am sniffing like crap. Its going to be wierd like blowing my nose and continue jogging on the treadmill. Seriously i will like fly off from the treadmill.Fall flat on my fart arse maybe give out a lil fart and yes an old ah peh may just start at me and burst out laughing. Damn i am like having a really sad boring life plus i am broke badly. People please be kind and donate to mels charty box. Did you see the olinda cho ad on the straits times this slimming shit. Yes i neeed to go there badly. I can still feel my hongkong noodles, satay, sting ray, fried tofu, cheng teng still swirling in my humonogous falbbish stomach. Suffering from fattasitics. I need aaron peh haha. Ok that sounds really cranky. I feel sad cranky and whatever nehs in the world. I am feeling emo and i am going to have bittergourd noodlesl later. Feeling all bitter i want to go on a maaa rampage massacre on skinny girls. Hahah any takers. Sheesh my spongebob square pants cup is staring back at me with its sthupid looking face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-111275929360288093?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/111275929360288093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=111275929360288093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111275929360288093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111275929360288093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/04/queen-latifah.html' title='queen latifah'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-111262646240687833</id><published>2005-04-04T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T23:06:43.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chicken legs and dan tar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Brilliant. I feel like taking this baseball bat and swing it twice on my soo brilliany lap top. Its either hanging up for no rhyme or reason or having lose the bloody wireless connection. Damn it. Just came back from 8pm mass. Yeah mass for the holy father. Rather good mass done by father william.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhoots woke up this morning to those loud familar pattering on my window panes. Beautiful weather i love chilly weather. So yeah jerms came to my house to bake cookies for his luohan. Brilliant neh neh he kinda reminds me of frankie foo all of a sudden a romantic cheesy frankie foo. Hahah. So yeah taught him how to bake cookies. I am brilliant so yeah the most brilliant part was that the cookies he made *the first batch cme out looking like those tung lok cantonese red bean pastry thingy. I just burst out laughing when i saw it from the oven. It was totally different from the one i made before i came. See it is the hands. Bwahah. So yeah poor dear ole jerms aka frankie foo was devastated. Decided to bake another batch as we were afraid that the luohan may totally lose her bummish head or her scales may start flaking like dandruff. Tada use another recipe for the choc-chip cookies and it turned out perfecto. Wicked. * note that i did not write anything nice for jerms as he is going to plagarise my entry for his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy made sushi for lunch for us mae and becky. So yeah the wasabi was hot and damn the sashmi was helluva good. Brilliantly wicked. So my crazy sister and her friend was blabbering to us bout thr hilarious things that happen in an all girls school. Good entertainment.Seriously at the rate i am baking and munching on the stuff i made i am going to ballooon. Hail chew fei mui. This is really bad. Sometimes its bad to have a good cooking mummy at home. Craving for dan tar and chicken legs all of a sudden. I cant believe i eat those chicken legs at the dim sum. Looking rather gross can u imagine if they did not trim the toe nails of it and yucks u bite on one thinking its some extra ingrediant. Yikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-111262646240687833?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/111262646240687833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=111262646240687833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111262646240687833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111262646240687833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/04/chicken-legs-and-dan-tar.html' title='chicken legs and dan tar'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-111244794601634882</id><published>2005-04-02T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T21:22:23.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the papal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;been spending my afternoons in the kitchen whipping up stuff. Cookies banana bread anything that can keep my boredom down. Tvs been on for the latest news on the holy father. I could still remember when i went to rome. St peters square, church the first church. Everyones praying for him i will too. My prayers will be with him. The holy father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-111244794601634882?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/111244794601634882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=111244794601634882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111244794601634882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111244794601634882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/04/papal.html' title='the papal'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-111233550668928818</id><published>2005-04-01T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T14:05:06.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almonds and chocs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;feeeling all relieved now. Visit the toilet bowl and sank my huge arse on it. Pops something comes out haah. So yeah the oc is back. Adam brody aka seth is getting hotter like oh my god i was practically drooling on my lab top when i was looking at that purple goggle box of mine. Ryan neh that neh neh sthupid arse could be trick to stay in chino he can stay in chino for all i care haha*sorry aaron. Totally dig into geeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lotr of the rings again accompanied me through half of the morning. Seriously i think i can act as hmmm gimli bwaha. Was too bored so yeah decided to do something useful. Baked coookies. Enormous choc chip cookies. Mels almond flakes cookies. Brilliant Was the mini chef whipped up pasta for mummsies and me hahah. Not bad eh.Waiting for the heater to warm up for my bath later. Crashing jules new  place first i am going to smeell how dirty she is heheh before tagging along with my mad sister and mum to orchard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-111233550668928818?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/111233550668928818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=111233550668928818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111233550668928818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111233550668928818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/04/almonds-and-chocs.html' title='almonds and chocs'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823055.post-111223948926700858</id><published>2005-03-31T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T11:24:49.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burnt mrs fields</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;ok i am liveless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Just woke up and guess what opened the fridge and decided to have a go on my mrs fields cranberry muffin. Grabbed it and i have no idea why did i decide to warm it up in a toaster* i usually use the micorwave oven. Turn the dial of the toaster thingy to 5 mins. Ok i can totally smell muffin brought back to my room and ta da crispy on the outside dead cold on the inside. Damn decided dumb it back to that toaster of mine for five more mins and yea brilliant mel went to check it up and the whole top of the muffin was burnt. I am pisst. I went F. So there goes my muffic and i am munching sadly on mcvities at 11.23 and i have no idea why is it no crunchy anymore. Bull. I am wailing for my mrs fields.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7823055-111223948926700858?l=meltellsall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/feeds/111223948926700858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7823055&amp;postID=111223948926700858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111223948926700858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7823055/posts/default/111223948926700858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meltellsall.blogspot.com/2005/03/burnt-mrs-fields.html' title='burnt mrs fields'/><author><name>meltells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12718938391711889326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
