<?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-1282400411456169285</id><updated>2011-07-29T16:21:45.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dily Ugly's Misery Loves Company</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-4020951511591120501</id><published>2011-04-06T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T23:40:20.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to black.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pbuWHAY6xIE/TZyIzV_mpQI/AAAAAAAATo8/lww0fBM6qEE/s1600/IMG_0490.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pbuWHAY6xIE/TZyIzV_mpQI/AAAAAAAATo8/lww0fBM6qEE/s320/IMG_0490.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592495252945937666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello! Dily will be back with the blogging world soon! Meanwhile, exams are just around the corner and everyone's busy preparing themselves for it. It's been a year or so that she last blog. Goodnight! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-4020951511591120501?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/4020951511591120501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=4020951511591120501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/4020951511591120501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/4020951511591120501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2011/04/back-to-black.html' title='back to black.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pbuWHAY6xIE/TZyIzV_mpQI/AAAAAAAATo8/lww0fBM6qEE/s72-c/IMG_0490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-9218581520282470863</id><published>2010-04-01T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T20:20:45.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sayonara, blogger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, she wants to &lt;a href="http://pulchritudinous-off.tumblr.com/"&gt;move.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-9218581520282470863?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/9218581520282470863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=9218581520282470863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/9218581520282470863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/9218581520282470863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2010/04/sayonara-blogger.html' title='sayonara, blogger.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-2035556992881668269</id><published>2010-01-14T12:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T12:21:41.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jeng-jeng-jeng-a girls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426443452630306178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/S06ZkdPGDYI/AAAAAAAAToQ/-a4zoVFAWzw/s320/12012010234.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;After&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426443469037641842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/S06ZlaW6IHI/AAAAAAAAToY/IKJDceoXNpA/s320/12012010237.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Had a short meet up with the DW babes at Minds Cafe post morning last Tuesday. We played all sorts of game which gave me all sorts of feelings. From mysterious, anxious, estatic. gee! At least, it puts me away my mind form work for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next plan anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same day, I got a souvernir from Sri! Thanks ya! And also, Fuad is back! yay-ly-ness! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-2035556992881668269?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/2035556992881668269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=2035556992881668269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/2035556992881668269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/2035556992881668269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2010/01/jeng-jeng-jeng-girls.html' title='jeng-jeng-jeng-a girls.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/S06ZkdPGDYI/AAAAAAAAToQ/-a4zoVFAWzw/s72-c/12012010234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-3364532675140771325</id><published>2010-01-10T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:46:11.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After so long of my absence from my blog, i'm finally back! Truth is, i find it irritating too for not updating. Can't resist as my dear, X60 is with my brother. It needs to be reformat before i can use it again. I just find that it has alot of unnecessary stuffs, hidden files in it which causes it lag like one hell of almost of my lifetime. So now, i'm using Fafa's laptop for the time being which is so ridiculously small and none of my pictures that i need for my post is in it. ABLSFT (A Big Loud Sigh For This!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the past few months or specifically days has been abit complicated yet weird. Ward is not behaving like it's own department. People sometimes get on my nerves. I got myself cranky (but not that much). But i thanked Allah as my family and Fuad has been always there for me. My mum doesn't stop cracking jokes, pack meals for me to go to work, wash my clothes when i'm tired. Dad would always send me to work on morning shifts though he came from work late night. My niece and nephew always makes me happy. And the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Sery last few days before she goes on Night. I didn't realise that we actually walked the whole of Orchard Road until we call it a day and she goes "dah jalan satu town." HAHA! Catch up on stuffs was great. Well, looking forward to travel together in Dec! Hopefully we can drag Miss Irah along by then. You better say can, Irah! hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, Fuad is away right now, uncontactable! He's out of town to Thailand with his family for prolly 4 days. Another ABLSFT! However, I received a call this afternoon. Come home soon lah, slenger bach! It irritates me when my colleagues keep disturbing me, "fuad fuad fuad" or "why is fuad not  waiting at the gate today?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, since it's still January, i hope i'm not to late to wish everyone HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;Go write your resolutions lah you all. hehehe! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-3364532675140771325?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/3364532675140771325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=3364532675140771325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/3364532675140771325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/3364532675140771325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2010/01/after-so-long-of-my-absence-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-617699931808315517</id><published>2009-12-04T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:03:30.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phobia 3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1st day.&lt;br /&gt;Right knee. Stage 1: superficial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411394307352328290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sxkic6VOeGI/AAAAAAAATfQ/Yyk-QhYEctk/s320/03122009110.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Rt inner knee, bruise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411394314002059106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SxkidTGpT2I/AAAAAAAATfY/UR1Hr8rf_A0/s320/03122009111.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Right feet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411394321044587858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SxkidtVtxVI/AAAAAAAATfg/RHaCDTJPGLQ/s320/03122009113.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;2nd day.&lt;br /&gt;Bandage applied over the feet as it was swollen. Elevated the feet.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411394327881090578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SxkieGzqhhI/AAAAAAAATfo/UDzP93hZAVY/s320/03122009116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;3rd day.&lt;br /&gt;Tegaderm applied. The whole leg became swollen. Bandage applied over the knee, the biggest swollen part.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411394331354179042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SxkieTvtpeI/AAAAAAAATfw/vPqJypMeeR8/s320/04122009118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I met with an accident! For the first time in whole life I met with an accident as a pillion and cut myself so badly. My first time of never say prayers when I ride a bike. We were heading to his place after dinner at Al-Azhar as he needs to pass me something for my flu. Unfortunately, after turning from the Gombak MRT station area, while cornering, I felt like he hit something but there was nothing, so started losing balance. He tried so hard to control back but I sensed that he just can't so I let go of him and hit the road hard on my right side. I know it's dangerous but I remembered Aini's advice to better jump off than you hang on as you might be a superman and break a neck. So I rather choose to be hurt than break a neck. Fuad quickly carry me to the pavement, put his bike aside and carry me again to the clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Gombak's private clinic has super f-up service. I'm serious. They would be rankless if they were to be compared with any other. Full of liars and they employed super ah-lians as nurses who looked helpless, no experience and fools. He, the doctor said he's using chlorhexidine to wash my dressing but Fuad saw, they only get it from the tap. First, he lied about the solution. Second, isn't it wrong to use chlorhexidine to clean wound????! OMG. Okay, enough. I just couldn't take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, I was supposedly to go to work. I woke up and discovered that my leg was so swollen, heavy and unbearable pain! Went over to CGH, wheeled by the nurses and doctors there, did x-ray and also, dressing. thumbs up to the service there! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, since I'm having flu too, I just took 1 tablet of piriton and 10mls of Dyphenhydramine. Extreme drowsiness has occurred. Time to knock off. Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-617699931808315517?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/617699931808315517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=617699931808315517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/617699931808315517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/617699931808315517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/12/phobia-3.html' title='Phobia 3.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sxkic6VOeGI/AAAAAAAATfQ/Yyk-QhYEctk/s72-c/03122009110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-5087625485021764769</id><published>2009-12-01T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T22:47:20.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>witch's black cat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SxkgiCzPk1I/AAAAAAAATfI/nekVbnZTn40/s1600-h/ScreenShot013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411392196501803858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SxkgiCzPk1I/AAAAAAAATfI/nekVbnZTn40/s320/ScreenShot013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few weeks hasn't been a good one for me. Alot of things had happened which I just can't figure out why. I does worries me alot but on the other hand, I just felt like maybe it's just parts and parcel of life. However, it makes me feel like I'm a total helpless idiot. Rest aside, I ought to share the things I want to share. This kind of things rarely happen, but it did happen, just not too long ago. Believe me. A black cat has passed by me but I was just a little busy to notice it, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one day, I was working 'E' shift. So, post shift as usual, Fuad will come by to fetch me home. So, when I didn't see him around the gate, I started calling him up. So, a familliar voice came up with a&lt;strong&gt; 'hello'&lt;/strong&gt;, so I went to ask straight, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"where are you?".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Surprisingly, the person doesn't know me, I was thinking Fuad was playing a prank on me again. The moment he asked me who am I, I responded, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I am your girlfriend."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; When he laughed, I then recognised, it was actually his younger brother. Sheesh. I still need to learn how to differentiate, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, it was my off day. I had a mini shopping at Town and after that, we decided to ask my little sister, Fafa to come along as he wants to treat her a meal. Flash forward, Fuad sent us off to the bus stop. So, Fafa said, the bus has arrived. So I went to board it upon seeing 'her' boarding too. Unfortunately, I took the wrong bus. The 'her' I was saying was a glimpse of someone who looks like my sister, same hair color, same top, same &lt;em&gt;sepet&lt;/em&gt; eyes. Luckily, I managed to stop at the next stop whiler waiting Fafa to board the correct bus and I join halfway. Gee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-5087625485021764769?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/5087625485021764769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=5087625485021764769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/5087625485021764769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/5087625485021764769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/12/witchs-black-cat.html' title='witch&apos;s black cat.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SxkgiCzPk1I/AAAAAAAATfI/nekVbnZTn40/s72-c/ScreenShot013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-6059278880575492818</id><published>2009-11-28T08:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T08:37:17.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vampires.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SxBwVPBcF2I/AAAAAAAATe4/mkLRPHAB1Ac/s1600/new-moon-twillight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SxBwVPBcF2I/AAAAAAAATe4/mkLRPHAB1Ac/s320/new-moon-twillight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408946662584096610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SxBwUj6BPhI/AAAAAAAATew/k_4QwH3P8Ic/s1600/new-moon-twillight-screenshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SxBwUj6BPhI/AAAAAAAATew/k_4QwH3P8Ic/s320/new-moon-twillight-screenshot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408946651010252306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch new moon's preview yesterday at cineleisure but the fact that the movie was left hanging pissed me off. What else,  we have to wait at least another year to catch the new season. Sheesh! But movie was great. Jacob seems to be better looking now and edward becoming more thinner and i don't like that. Bella is pretty like usual. But her eyebags are like mine now. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in such a total cranky mood due to PMS andgg also the cramps. I hope these cramps free me so that I'll be a happy woman again. Haish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-6059278880575492818?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/6059278880575492818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=6059278880575492818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/6059278880575492818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/6059278880575492818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/vampires.html' title='vampires.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SxBwVPBcF2I/AAAAAAAATe4/mkLRPHAB1Ac/s72-c/new-moon-twillight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-4211576763371380826</id><published>2009-11-26T02:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T08:16:39.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life's like a carousel, you can run all round, but if it's fate, you'll always be there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sw8ZkY9IhdI/AAAAAAAATeY/dBV9ng3dBNo/s1600/PB230143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408569790460102098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sw8ZkY9IhdI/AAAAAAAATeY/dBV9ng3dBNo/s320/PB230143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408569792920354946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sw8ZkiHtAII/AAAAAAAATeg/fPg-kCgNSt0/s320/PB230112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408569803857864850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sw8ZlK3aKJI/AAAAAAAATeo/e1EMGk7cTKM/s320/PB230121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Last Tuesday, I've just completed my 6th day of working and finally I've got an off day which ended just a few hours ago. And today, I've got to serve my afternoon before I get my so "&lt;em&gt;de-serving&lt;/em&gt;" Public Holiday tomorrow. Can't wait for it to end! Tee-Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Pimples and I went for a lovely dinner at Carousel, Royal on Scotts Hotel in comemerating our __months together. It's funny how much I hate you last time and being totally head over heels with you now. What's more, we kept bumping into each other even before we became friends and which makes me hate you more. But now? Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore heels on that particular day but unfortunately, still shorter than him. grrrr. "-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-4211576763371380826?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/4211576763371380826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=4211576763371380826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/4211576763371380826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/4211576763371380826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/lifes-like-carousel-you-can-run-all.html' title='life&apos;s like a carousel, you can run all round, but if it&apos;s fate, you&apos;ll always be there.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sw8ZkY9IhdI/AAAAAAAATeY/dBV9ng3dBNo/s72-c/PB230143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-406559152120586707</id><published>2009-11-24T01:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T07:51:22.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Paw Tiger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sw8TPt4BzCI/AAAAAAAATd4/cNGtd7dGl-o/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408562838228814882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sw8TPt4BzCI/AAAAAAAATd4/cNGtd7dGl-o/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408563197975625650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sw8TkqCWf7I/AAAAAAAATeA/G5buuHzOANs/s320/26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Last week I had a quick outing with the DW before I start my shift again. Our brain cells were all dried up of ideas to places where we could explore. So, I came up with a sudden one to Haw Par Villa. Did a quick research as both of my sleeping beauties just woke up. I even did research about the place. Remember "&lt;strong&gt;tiger balm&lt;/strong&gt;"? Yes! Somehow, the one who made the place is the one who invented it too. No surprise if you see the statues promoting tiger balms too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it has been raining season, we were caught in the rain but that didn't stop us from continuing to explore. We walked through the rain to Haw Par Villa and took pictures here and there. A a little bit of wonder of what it is. Funny thing is that, when we snap pictures it doesn't look like as if it's raining. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408563205147417842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sw8TlEwPXPI/AAAAAAAATeI/e-Vhln1gYQE/s320/39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Post tour, we went to the nearest shopping centre which is VivoCity to have our dinner at Barcelos. Deliciously malicious! *bites. Oh! Plus the long blueberry vanilla candy we had. (:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408563204272608434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sw8TlBfq1LI/AAAAAAAATeQ/xksHPkp2dB4/s320/41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-406559152120586707?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/406559152120586707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=406559152120586707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/406559152120586707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/406559152120586707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/hard-paw-tiger.html' title='Hard Paw Tiger.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sw8TPt4BzCI/AAAAAAAATd4/cNGtd7dGl-o/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-5180541100783918824</id><published>2009-11-18T12:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:27:14.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when huru and hara meets.</title><content type='html'>you know, i'm such a freshie to ibanking transfers and deposits as pimples recommended me to. being such dumb in all these things, i decided to take it up for easier banking for my savings account. for i always rarely using it; which i think i only log in once, i lost all the user id, the password and this important device for ibanking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all you know, i'm the paranoid queen, i spent the whole of last night and this morning worrying about it and troubling pimples, not to forget turn the whole room upside down looking for it and troubling the operators to tell me what's my id and wait for me to &lt;em&gt;tikam-tikam&lt;/em&gt; all the passwords that i could ever think in my head as i don't want to be charged extra for all this nonesensical-to-be-charged but yet important. HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, i know. my fault. tsk. "-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, danish just started school last monday. and i swear, i miss him waking me up early in the morning by calling me out and tapping my cheeks. on top of that, i just miss him as a whole. haish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-5180541100783918824?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/5180541100783918824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=5180541100783918824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/5180541100783918824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/5180541100783918824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-huru-and-hara-meets.html' title='when huru and hara meets.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-6313943235909160446</id><published>2009-11-06T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:45:15.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nani-s.</title><content type='html'>Finally, IV exams are over! Had a mini lunch gathering with my foundie mates post exams. I just realised how much I miss hanging out with them. I'm so looking forward to the Sentosa outing as suggested by Aini. Hmmm. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another person I would miss is my little &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Danish!&lt;/span&gt; Argh, he'll soon no longer staying with us as he'll be starting school like real soon. Sigh. I'm soooooooooooo gonna miss him to bits. He can just make me happy in a snap.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401001380462680514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SvQ2I8nfWcI/AAAAAAAATdY/Ad0p1OwUWnk/s320/dily.+144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-6313943235909160446?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/6313943235909160446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=6313943235909160446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/6313943235909160446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/6313943235909160446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/nani-s.html' title='nani-s.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SvQ2I8nfWcI/AAAAAAAATdY/Ad0p1OwUWnk/s72-c/dily.+144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-9173611869952287295</id><published>2009-11-02T11:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T11:21:15.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super massive arsehole!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;things that i'll be looking forward in this november:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PH &amp;amp; off days! like duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pimples' night shift to be over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;IV exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zouk's Flea &amp;amp; Easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My Niece, Wilma Nadia's 6th Birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;New Moon movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;JB trip with Pimples!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Re-certification of BCLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Less pay&lt;/span&gt; because i took mc yesterday. tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; it's all because of this flu. i think i'm sucks at morning shifts plus the stress level given by the respi side. they keep on changing their mind to discharge their patients. leads me to headache - fever - runny nose. and now! i've got this thick phelgm inside me which is so thick that you can pull out with you hand continuously! i might just need suctioning with maximum power. Till then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-9173611869952287295?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/9173611869952287295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=9173611869952287295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/9173611869952287295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/9173611869952287295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/11/super-massive-arsehole.html' title='super massive arsehole!'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-711258431365877442</id><published>2009-10-24T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:21:57.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pie-kia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SuOqdBrMEII/AAAAAAAATdA/5X2EdwmRY14/s1600-h/DSC01978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396344194162495618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SuOqdBrMEII/AAAAAAAATdA/5X2EdwmRY14/s320/DSC01978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Believe me. What you just see is my study table and it's left in such a great mess. Hahaha! Anyways, saving was main part of the plan today. Every plan was cocked up. Movie date was cancelled. But one, I like most about today is that, I laughed until my stomach hurts while carrying a big luggage in between me and pimples, riding on the m-cycle. I couldn't believe I actually can do that, but I really did. Perhaps tomorrow I'll be famous, published in the papers and a picture of me laughing on the road. Who knows. HAHA! I couldn't stop nagging and whining about how late we were to meet my bestie Fye and his girlfriend, who waited an hour for us at Paya Lebar's Arnold. After Arnold, pimples and I went to check out the new shopping mall near Mustafa, City Square. Sounds exactly like Johore's Mall. Followed by Macdonald's! (pimples knows why) HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been such a nag-ger lately. Maybe I should talk less and focus on my IV exam that is coming up. I'm scared!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396344206337684274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SuOqdvB-szI/AAAAAAAATdI/ruXNVXJ_Gno/s320/flea28apply.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; &amp;amp;, I'm waiting for 8th Nov which is also my DO!! (: Girls, are you with me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-711258431365877442?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/711258431365877442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=711258431365877442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/711258431365877442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/711258431365877442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/10/pie-kia.html' title='pie-kia.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SuOqdBrMEII/AAAAAAAATdA/5X2EdwmRY14/s72-c/DSC01978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-6534377436614595267</id><published>2009-10-21T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:48:07.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>big 24th, buddy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SuOt7IeppYI/AAAAAAAATdQ/UMvss4lsRps/s1600-h/DSC01975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396348009919915394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SuOt7IeppYI/AAAAAAAATdQ/UMvss4lsRps/s320/DSC01975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Haliffey's Birthday didn't become his until I spelt his name incorrectly and he was unhappy! HAHAHA! Happy 24th! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;One who spent alot on me but never wants me to return. Grr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-6534377436614595267?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/6534377436614595267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=6534377436614595267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/6534377436614595267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/6534377436614595267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/10/big-24th-buddy.html' title='big 24th, buddy.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SuOt7IeppYI/AAAAAAAATdQ/UMvss4lsRps/s72-c/DSC01975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-8547049412892514468</id><published>2009-10-20T12:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T07:35:53.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perfect symmetry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i've been touring alot to west side lately which is he last thing on my mind i would do unless it's really something i need to do. otherwise, hopeless okay. hahaha! i enjoyed going out with pimples lately, how lucky we got the same off days or sometimes the same shift. and i didn't know changing my status in facebook can make so many others happy! haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, i went fish farm again the other day with pimples. this time, i was good! i was 100% mentally prepared, i didn't laugh a bit. i just relaxed, stood calm while those garra-garra fish bites my legs. i bet, pimples hairs on his legs no longer need to shampoo, free hair treatment by those fish. HAHAHA! then, we toured chinese garden and also nature reserved. i sear nature reserved is a scary place to be, the fruits on the trees can fall anytime. and it's really steep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;last friday was shann's 21st  birthday organised by the boyfriend. so sweet right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-8547049412892514468?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/8547049412892514468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=8547049412892514468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/8547049412892514468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/8547049412892514468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/10/perfect-symmetry.html' title='perfect symmetry.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-704573522397404731</id><published>2009-10-10T10:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T10:10:53.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's play pretend show.</title><content type='html'>I'm in love with this song, I've just uploaded! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I'm really looking forward to Monday and Tuesday. My next off day. HAHAHA! Yesterday, there was only one patient in my ward. How cool is that? But it wasn't long at the very last minute there's a new admission. Thought I could go home early but ended up late. Poor you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya, I discovered this in my sister's folder and I find it rather interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390787874228354066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Ss_tAo7dPBI/AAAAAAAATb8/WbJgDE5J_yY/s320/1251312158822912.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-704573522397404731?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/704573522397404731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=704573522397404731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/704573522397404731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/704573522397404731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-play-pretend-show.html' title='let&apos;s play pretend show.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Ss_tAo7dPBI/AAAAAAAATb8/WbJgDE5J_yY/s72-c/1251312158822912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-5562573304395265762</id><published>2009-10-07T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T10:02:59.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paranoid, beybeh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390785205657256530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Ss_qlTuhwlI/AAAAAAAATbc/T2mdKC8eFZA/s320/PA020012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390785223136984786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Ss_qmU2BPtI/AAAAAAAATbs/_lj-7mtdb1Y/s320/PA030032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390785213352222162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Ss_qlwZJndI/AAAAAAAATbk/zBi4_47AWlA/s320/PA020026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390783191260033058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Ss_owDgzcCI/AAAAAAAATbU/c44JLGShnXM/s320/PA030051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Ss_qm28KosI/AAAAAAAATb0/r3cWeMM1Qkg/s1600-h/PA030035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390785232289571522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Ss_qm28KosI/AAAAAAAATb0/r3cWeMM1Qkg/s320/PA030035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been so long since i last shed tears until last monday. and twice lagi! inside the bus and while on the way home. aini noticed it and was saying "kau pasrah gitu. kau ok tak?" and i'm serious. i kept on denying, "alar, aku penat sey. tk cukup tidur. ni sume mata jadi berair." LOL. but let's not talk about it, i wouldn't wanna make myself pissed all over again. my jealousy just kills. no doubt about it. thanks to sakura leigh! *swearing long lists of 'bitch' alternatives* so, monday, rumours played it's role. i and another became a hot topic. awww. HAHAHA! seems like we can no longer hide about it. "-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the course, we head down to town, roaming new ion orchard. my brain starts making a long lists or what to buy in future. argh! but i was still holding the pissed mode but at the same time, was looking out when you're not there. thought you might have already gone home or something after i showed attitude. then we head down to sakura for dinner. had lots of sushi! (: then ended the day with karaoke at ming archade. apa lagi, showed off my talent lah! hahaha. which eventually skidded at times. hahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, i had Hep B immunization that makes my arm went numb the whole day and was bullied and made fun! grr! initial plan was to go fish spa again but cancelled because i wanted to watch "the ugly truth". well, hear you all man, men, uncles and grandadas! the ugly truth is that, as long as you're a boy till you're all grown to be a men till you wrinkled, you are always in denial state and there's always ego in you. hahaha! BLUEK! dinner at Tong Seng after that and then, explored the "floating" place at Bedok Reservoir before head home. I was super paranoid. I swear! Lucky, you wait for me under the block. I felt relieve after that, when I still see you around or I'll be shaking in fear still. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just not long ago, I just came back from Central. Treat my mom, maid and sister to Pizza Hut and bought Sis her 16th Birthday present. Bought her a pair of Lee Cooper's shoes which she wanted so much. If only, I leg is as big as hers we could have shared. HMMMM. HAHAHA! it really looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-5562573304395265762?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/5562573304395265762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=5562573304395265762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/5562573304395265762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/5562573304395265762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/10/paranoid-beybeh.html' title='paranoid, beybeh.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Ss_qlTuhwlI/AAAAAAAATbc/T2mdKC8eFZA/s72-c/PA020012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-8655210291457693202</id><published>2009-10-06T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:54:10.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a cloud hang over and mutes my happiness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate sakura bitches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-8655210291457693202?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/8655210291457693202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=8655210291457693202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/8655210291457693202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/8655210291457693202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/10/cloud-hang-over-and-mutes-my-happiness.html' title='a cloud hang over and mutes my happiness.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-4834144612348004914</id><published>2009-10-04T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T11:53:07.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friday, i'm in love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;after ice cream, we took the dry ice and put into cup. add water and here it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our very own volcano in a cup.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SsgbgcvSt0I/AAAAAAAATa0/qdpuP1h64BU/s1600-h/DSC01954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388587198433113922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SsgbgcvSt0I/AAAAAAAATa0/qdpuP1h64BU/s320/DSC01954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you know, being an ice cream ghost which i've stopped not long ago due to my condition and for better well-being have come back! i've been eating alot of Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's lately, thanks to pimples. telan ke tekak boleh meninggal! it's that good. "sogood". HAHAHA! i was on half day shift yesterday and so, i couldn't attend my cousin's wedding in Kota Tinggi, means "you have to find your own food" day. hate the fact that i'm really forgetful that i eventually forget to bring my locker keys which is attached to my name tag (so i forgot to bring all that too!). What adds on was that my shoes are in my locker too nicely in the shoe bag. DAMN it! So that morning since I started at 8 and my side was over staff; 3 patients with 4 staffs, i was deployed to the other ward to just help some patients then back to my ward in the afternoon to complete my checklist. i prayed hard that i no need to change my scrubs to uniform as it is ALSO is in my locker inside the ziplock bag. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought no one's home but lucky, brother was about to go out. i was lucky enough to be on time! (: head down to bedok to have the all time favorite nasi goreng ayam. then, followed by fish farm! at CCK, very near with Fai's place and Fye's camp because i passed by their place like twice? Hehehe! i find the place kind of isolated with a mini circuit area which looks illegal but actually it's legal, plant farms and all the fish farms. Inside my head was thinking about fish spa. so, had it at Spa De Garra where they used Garra fish to "bite" our feet. seriously, it tickles alot! initially, i thought of going for a 20 minutes treatment but ended up taking for 10 minutes only because i just couldn't stand it and i keep on shouting and laughing hysterically. i sure going to try it again the next time after a whole day of worn out legs. night time, went to al-azhar for the very first time. i remember sery and i had trouble looking and searching for it in the internet. like what buses and stuffs. afraid not, because i already know where it is and where's nature reserved! (: let's go explore again someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very enjoyzing! really! now i've got 3 lockers, one at home, at work and the box. thanks love. and the apek who make my keys. "-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-4834144612348004914?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/4834144612348004914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=4834144612348004914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/4834144612348004914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/4834144612348004914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/10/friday-im-in-love.html' title='friday, i&apos;m in love!'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SsgbgcvSt0I/AAAAAAAATa0/qdpuP1h64BU/s72-c/DSC01954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-4562172461004030925</id><published>2009-09-28T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:34:53.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>egg minute of fury.</title><content type='html'>2 hours of sleep on Sunday morning. Then off to Cousin's house. Yea, she've moved to Bukit Panjang, no longer in Sengkang anymore. I find her area very pretty. It looks new, fresh and sooo clean. But on the other hand, which was nearer to coffeeshops, like 200plus was sooo ugly! In a mess. Oh well, I remember having a big fight with her the other day. You know, this year's hari raya have made me such in an emotional state, I was trembling and crying like a baby while seeking forgiveness! If you've watch those sappy dramas, believe me, I did the same thing. HAHA! I felt embarrassed for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Sunday I tried to look for brother's belated present but to no avail. Ikea's promoter said, it was out of stock. So, I had their delicious hotdog before heading off to Downtown to catch "FAME" at Cathay. It was nice, touching, inspiring. Simply because it's about life. And how much, I appreciate books, movies about life. Following that, I went to get my shampoos and facial foam at Watson and last, to KFC for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday is blue. Though there were only 4 patients today, I had dinner with mum post shift. I was happy for a moment until my phone dropped on the ground and everything was dismantled just because my mom push my palms real hard! I was furious to the maximum. But it's okay, I'm changing end of this year, hopefully with a voucher at least! This C905, the screen one stroke of white line. Something's wrong with the pixels i guess. Sigh. upsetting, I know beybeh. Tell me 'bout it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-4562172461004030925?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/4562172461004030925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=4562172461004030925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/4562172461004030925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/4562172461004030925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/09/egg-minute-of-fury.html' title='egg minute of fury.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-4043679815705707924</id><published>2009-09-27T10:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T10:37:22.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phobia or phonics?</title><content type='html'>Phobia 2? Was one hell of a comedy. At the same time, this ghost 'kate' scares the hell out of me that I went trembling in the middle of the show. Thanks to my eyes that fell asleep halfway and woke up with her bloody scary face and sound effects. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I met Syafiq with his girlfriend yesterday night. Flashbacks of secondary days rewinding in my head. Haha. Justin Timberlake look alike. Now, no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-4043679815705707924?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/4043679815705707924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=4043679815705707924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/4043679815705707924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/4043679815705707924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/09/phobia-or-phonics.html' title='phobia or phonics?'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-1029590996980924148</id><published>2009-09-26T15:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T15:56:59.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ei8ht.</title><content type='html'>today's plans till sunday are as followed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. half shift in ward&lt;br /&gt;2. catch up on sleep&lt;br /&gt;3. facebook! facebook! &amp;amp; blog. i've been away from long hours in virtual world. too much in reality i guess.&lt;br /&gt;3. meet ida &amp;amp; aida, to throw all her stuffs back and meet birthday girl&lt;br /&gt;4. wait for crazy people to finish work&lt;br /&gt;5. bukit batok&lt;br /&gt;6. open house at choa chu kang (don't really fancy the area)&lt;br /&gt;7. midnight movie! phobia phobia phobia twoooooo&lt;br /&gt;8. macdonald's breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's how i'm going to spend my off day. i hope it's going to be as planned. I HOPE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-1029590996980924148?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/1029590996980924148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=1029590996980924148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/1029590996980924148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/1029590996980924148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/09/ei8ht.html' title='ei8ht.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-6812833640234046123</id><published>2009-09-13T12:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T12:54:58.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just you and me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"let's pack our bags and lie on the easy stream. feel the water on our back and we can carry on dreaming."&lt;/em&gt; - I'm catching Zee Avi later! Can't wait, beybeh. Thanks BUK! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-6812833640234046123?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/6812833640234046123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=6812833640234046123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/6812833640234046123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/6812833640234046123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-you-and-me.html' title='just you and me.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-9143181439831996303</id><published>2009-09-06T09:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T09:51:07.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>path math.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SqMRkWOU8QI/AAAAAAAATZ0/Ql9OqiWefZQ/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378161696149139714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SqMRkWOU8QI/AAAAAAAATZ0/Ql9OqiWefZQ/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's funny to be friends with people you just get to know and seems like you've known each other for so long, when you don't. I've completed a week there and I'm still hanging on with the head bangings every single day, without a miss. I'm just too used with sleeping during the day. I seriously need a change or I'll start sleeping in the ward too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there is Sabrina (left most) who is so petite, small size who always claim that she's 16 whenever people ask her. HAHAHA! She's really nice, soft spoken and I just love when she speaks English. Sounds slang you know. I strongly encourage her to get her afro hair back, because she looks good in it. Like Corrine Bailey Rae. Then there's Jinat (the 3rd one), one of my nepal friend. She loves taking pictures. Haha. Just yesterday, she borrowed a DSLR and start snapping our pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Malar (right most), she's all about touching up. HAHAHA! One moment, she'll start to be missing, that's the part, she's in the toilet touching up. There's Bal, another Nepal friend who snap this picture. Her snapshots are always the nicest and the best. Very soft spoken and pretty too! For a second, I think she looks like Praztuti. Then, there's Fadli who just finished NS, I would sometime go to work and back with him because both of us stays in Tampines. Together with Stacy too, she stays at Bedok and both are good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Aini, NP graduate. Her story about going to join paramedic just tickles me. How can a girl's name with a "binte" ended to be "bin". Lucky she didn't join or she'll be in NS with the guys! hahaha! Must change name to Adnan, I think. Then, Fuad who can't see my face and started to irritate me all the time. Keep calling me, "changkat girl" when I have a name. Why? Because he's not satisfied with the takraw boys back then. He's dunearn and mine's changkat. SO, just because of that he said, he would resign if we were work together in the same ward and stuffs like that. He'll be irritated when I start my shit. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, next week the most important day. I'm scared!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-9143181439831996303?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/9143181439831996303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=9143181439831996303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/9143181439831996303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/9143181439831996303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/09/path-math.html' title='path math.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SqMRkWOU8QI/AAAAAAAATZ0/Ql9OqiWefZQ/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-8860415225569913217</id><published>2009-09-02T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:21:16.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you rock, i'll roll.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sp5vrXienMI/AAAAAAAATZs/WZlLDtdqLKw/s1600-h/img201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376857795970636994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sp5vrXienMI/AAAAAAAATZs/WZlLDtdqLKw/s320/img201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHA. I'm serious that I've already start work but I'm already counting down to the weekends. BADLY. I bet the rest too. I just can't help head banging in path lab. Now the neck and shoulder are aching. Tsk. Being a nurse doesn't mean you don't get sick. Humans are always humans. Sheesh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I had dinner with Khai last Saturday and he's zombified and cranky again. Of course, he's lack of sleep and he went to school, went home never sleep. He asked me to reserved a table at Arab Street so, I did. We wasted $25 each on chicken rice and kebabs, ONLY. Yes, only with caps lock on. Okay, I shall not elaborate because it makes me even angrier thinking back. I'm of to sleep now! Another long honeymoon day awaits. Yea right, so much of a honeymoon, my feet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-8860415225569913217?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/8860415225569913217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=8860415225569913217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/8860415225569913217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/8860415225569913217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-you-rock-ill-roll.html' title='if you rock, i&apos;ll roll.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sp5vrXienMI/AAAAAAAATZs/WZlLDtdqLKw/s72-c/img201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-7426194879918763570</id><published>2009-08-26T13:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:23:20.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fifthteen thieves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SpYmHCkE6LI/AAAAAAAATZk/-3HQSJXX11A/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374525107702393010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SpYmHCkE6LI/AAAAAAAATZk/-3HQSJXX11A/s320/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's talk about birthday. Woohoo! Hahaha! Okay, i'm actually not in a very good mood. That explains why the presence of this post. I seriously felt pathetic having fever and being sick on my 21st birthday. It's 21st! And the fact that I can't pull a party on this particular age. I know it's not really THAT special but I really envy those who celebrated so grand. How I wish last year's family chalet was actually my birthday party. Sheesh! On the other hand, I know I shouldn't be that unappreciative about the rest who have made me the special-iest just-turn-to-an-woman alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Back to the 21st story, my parents or should I say my mum particularly treat me and dad out as our birthday are just 4 days away. Not bad. I still enjoy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. And then, my far-away cousin Bukhari came all the way to my block to pass me a card which I really thought that was a joke when he called me the night before to wish me. Haha! But it happened. What did surprised me is that, he could jog all the way from Pasir Ris till Tampines. Don't talk to me about jogging, I can't even run 200metres at Bedok Reservoir with Fye back then. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Then, there was Amalina who surprised me with a drawing. So sweet! Really looks like me just a little 'cengkung' though but it obviously looks like me. Haha! I'm pretty sure it takes time to do that. I'm just not as creative as you do. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Went to Nisa's birthday party. We trade presents! hahaha! And guess what? We both gave each other handbags. Pure coincidence. HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. After the party, Khai pretended that he wanted my help. So, I thought that was normal for him to ask for help. He told me to go down 10minutes time, but before he even reach the place he already called to ask me to go down. But no signs of him, and he said, "tkle bagi you chance, dah sampai suro turun, 20 minutes later baru nk turun." HAHAHA! And it's true lah. When he came, he was dressed up so well that I asked, "nak pergi clubbing pe?" and he replied, "ah yelah, gi clubbing pakai seluar pendek." I laughed hysterically. Then, he opened the boot, I saw a very big Mango bag. I was shocked and almost to tears and become mute. It's actually a gift not help. And it's fits me extremely well. Pandai si Khai ni ehs. He gave me a very pretty looking dress that I spent an hour posing infront of the mirror. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Nawal then fetched me with her 'red rhino' to treat me out with Adli's contribution too. Lucky there's Nawal because the other 2 could not make it. But it really takes a big understanding. Someday, I might need their understanding too. So, she brought me to Earle's Swensens at Terminal 3; had lobster pasta, float and ice creams. I love the place, so comfy, service was good, fast. Didn't keep me waiting. Then after Ida reached home, met her at Simei. Poor her, she has been totally stress with work. Called Adli telling him how bad he is never celebrate. Hahaha so, he promised to meet up when Ramadhan comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Later that night, my parents bought me Secret Recipe's cake. HAHAHA! So sweet. I'm a big fan of cakes and so they know. I was so full that night, so I cut the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Rahman dropped by my place to pass his gift and piah's too. The white gifts! Know why? Rahman gave me white Guess' wallet and piah gave white Adidas' watch. Pretty, really. For a lady of course. And my abang thought it was a gift from my boyfriend. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Little Nadia gave me the sweetest phone call and she sang me a birthday song. But I was in the toilet bathing when I pick up the phone. HAHAHA! I was so super touched and the cutest thing ever happened. She dropped by my house with my elder sister, passed me a drawing of me and her that she drew herself. Sister bought drinks and food. (: I know, I don't need to ask any special presents but I can ask some other time if I want her to buy me something. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. My brother bought me an organizer as I'm going to start work very soon. Need to organise my stuffs. Sheesh, scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Fye who entertain my craving to have sup tulang. HAHAHA! At the same time, I managed to pass him, his belated birthday gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The DW komplot to give me a surprise. Haha! We planned to have a picnic at Botanic Gardens. We took number 7 from Bedok all the way to the place. I brought drinks, Irah brought sandwiches and Sery brought the main dish, mee goreng. So, I thought Sery brought a container. But when we were about to eat, she took out packets of it. So I was shocked. But still, I didn't expect anything, and I thought those packets were from inside the container. After eating, Sery went, "nak makan dessert plak tak?" Oh, in my heart I was like, "wah, hebat tak cukup main siap dessert lagi!" HAHAHA! BUT! The moment Sery opened, I saw a cake box, then I realised, hey! it's a cake! And there reveals those cute, colorful cupcakes. So sweet! And adds the cute was a chain with my name on it. I felt the picnic was a cute thing after all including the almost-faint moment after a maid threw a freesbie on my lap and nunu (a dog that looks like a teddy bear) almost chase for it. I would really faint if he sits on my lap. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I had a meet up with Wal and Adli after buka at our usual, Starbucks. Waited for Adli and hour. When he came, he surprised me with a birthday cake. I was so shocked. HAHAHA! Because he already did contribute to the Swensens. So much for the "BLACKFOREST" eh wal. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Fai is going to post me a gift too! Thanks Fai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I've yet to think what bag I want from Ida. HAHAHA! She always asked me, but I just can't find the perfect bag that stole my heart. Maybe shall go Tampines One later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think again, Sweet or what? HAHAH! Over dily. Sometimes I'm just like this, believe me. For pictures, click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2032280&amp;amp;id=1008824450"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt; Of course, IF YOU'RE MY FRIEND LIST IN FACEBOOK ONLY. If haven't add me, click on my links okay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-7426194879918763570?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/7426194879918763570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=7426194879918763570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/7426194879918763570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/7426194879918763570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/fifthteen-thieves.html' title='fifthteen thieves.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SpYmHCkE6LI/AAAAAAAATZk/-3HQSJXX11A/s72-c/21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-6629402312069453900</id><published>2009-08-13T11:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:28:31.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20-first.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SoOHUrXUFwI/AAAAAAAATZc/E2QP5OHsXyQ/s1600-h/IMG_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369283970063406850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SoOHUrXUFwI/AAAAAAAATZc/E2QP5OHsXyQ/s320/IMG_0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like any other year and like every other August, I would turn a year older on the 13th. Happy 21st Birthday to me! Another year turns older, another step to the serious world, another step to reality and another step where i'll see the world. And still, I would love all family and all of my friends like ----------------------------------- (unmeasurable) much. Hehe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to those who've wished me and took the trouble to make those phone call. Love-love, kissy-kissy! &lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-6629402312069453900?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/6629402312069453900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=6629402312069453900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/6629402312069453900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/6629402312069453900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/20-first.html' title='20-first.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SoOHUrXUFwI/AAAAAAAATZc/E2QP5OHsXyQ/s72-c/IMG_0031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-7504179401879676642</id><published>2009-08-10T05:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T06:12:10.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silence is golden. thought sometimes friendship has it's silence, it has it's golden.</title><content type='html'>&amp;amp; many might have thought i've not meeting my friends that much. (I know it's not proper to start your sentence with an &amp;amp;, but who cares? It's my blog.) Well, you're obviously wrong. I just did alot of catching up lately after i've quitted the last job. haaa! the 'miss' part inside of me just couldn't resist but to conduct a meet up. A proper one indeed.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 512px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_4Ig7OByaQJk/SnE1u0na49I/AAAAAAAADE8/zMGXwdePKBo/s512/DSC00159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I met my one &amp;amp; only guy bestfriend, Fye before I went Bangkok. He just bought his bumble bee. Just in case you don't know what bumble bee, it's his new bike which he has been wanting to buy before he started training at HTA. I have to say that this bumble bee is better than syasya (his old bike). You know why? Because he always use his hand brake back then! Hahaha!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4Ig7OByaQJk/Snkg4VzeybI/AAAAAAAADqM/M-QXwXwkjbE/s720/dily.%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4Ig7OByaQJk/SnkjKuZOR0I/AAAAAAAADtw/N2LLiteBshQ/s640/DSC01740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Okay, other than Fye, I had a meet up with Haryana too! With Nawal and Adli. Gosh, i miss them loads. You know, back in secondary, how many memories we shared together. All the sad ones, the happy ones and the funny ones. Sigh. In years to come, I wonder if there's really going to be these kind of meet up anymore. I'm not trying to be emotional here but I can't help it. It's this PMS that's taking over me again. Damn you!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_4Ig7OByaQJk/SnEUHAgxwvI/AAAAAAAAC5g/qNLRIXQ99tg/s640/CIMG9670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I also did meet up with my DW babes. We went over to Cosy Bay. I know, we've made a trouble plus tiring trip there. But it was worth it. The place was super nice. We stayed from dawn till night. Had a mini picnic and watched tee-vee using Irah's phone. Hindustan was the shit which I'm so not a big fan of it. But since it's in Indonesia, I'm like 'macam paham' and watch it. Asking questions which I don't know why the hell I'm asking. HAHA!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_4Ig7OByaQJk/Sn82PTGiyBI/AAAAAAAAENA/SM68b3DZJOs/s640/P1100545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And...Last Saturday, my tuition teacher back when I'm in Sec 5 got married to his pretty wife. It was nice, got to meet up with few of my tuition mates back then though many couldn't turn up. After that, sent each and everyone of them back home. Arg, I miss them too! Still remember, those ghost haunting days, BBQ, crazy times in the classroom. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I haven't meet IDA! Grrr. &amp;amp; so is the rest, Rahman, Haliffey and Khai. Ida &amp;amp; Rahman called me up to ask what I want for my birthday this Thursday. My heart is jumping up with joy the moment they asked me. But outside, I have it all in pretence. I acted neutral and the kind, "what? birthday? oh okay. i'm cool." HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had a mini celebration for dad's birthday. We went to watch the fireworks. YES WAL! I went to catch the fireworks live from inside the car. HAHAHA! Since, I missed alot of episodes from the previous weeks, I want to watch as much as I can the next upcoming years. I DON'T CARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever it is, HAPPY 56th Birthday, Dad! If there's no you, I wouldn't be this Dily Nasir of yours today. Thank you. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-7504179401879676642?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/7504179401879676642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=7504179401879676642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/7504179401879676642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/7504179401879676642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/silence-is-golden-thought-sometimes.html' title='silence is golden. thought sometimes friendship has it&apos;s silence, it has it&apos;s golden.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_4Ig7OByaQJk/SnE1u0na49I/AAAAAAAADE8/zMGXwdePKBo/s72-c/DSC00159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-6246592542120177506</id><published>2009-08-07T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T04:36:58.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>knock knock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367693668169316226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sn3g87JYd4I/AAAAAAAATZM/bQLXa1lx2Jk/s320/DSC01757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367693674883355970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sn3g9UKIlUI/AAAAAAAATZU/qFql3-h5QUM/s320/DSC01767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;JB trip again with the family! Hahaha. But this time was just a short one which is to the tailor; to make our Raya outfits. I was rather cranky that day. One moment I was good, the next moment, I became agitated that even little Danish became my victim. Haha! Thanks, to little Miss PMS plus the lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's always time for self indulgence.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367693654129521570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sn3g8G2CM6I/AAAAAAAATY8/C1lRWD8AgOA/s320/dily.+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, the day before I went JB (5th aug), I went to Singapore Expo. It's held to commemorate Nisfu Sya'aban this year. I love attending these kind of events. If you know why, these days are hard to come by even if it comes, you might be busy with stuffs. So, nisfu sya'aban is the day where 300 doors of rahmat (okay, i don't know how to explain that in English, so let's REMIX!) is open and when you pray and wish, insya'allah your prayers or wish will be fulfilled. Each year there's like once in 5 months in the calender of Islam (&amp;amp; obviously, i've forgotten which month. HAHA), one of it is also Bulan Rejab. Of course, prayers and wishes doesn't come by that easily, you'll have to do your part as a muslim.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367693663329078898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sn3g8pHYTnI/AAAAAAAATZE/lYacVpeJ7yE/s320/DSC01756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After expo, it was already 11plus. So, we went to have supper at Interchange's Macdonalds. I ate like I've never eat before. Hahaha! Stories about nenek keropok roam among us. Keep on teasing each other, trying to scare if they go home. HAHAHA! And yes, all these people are makciks and behaving likewise. Sometimes, I find them just so cute. My mum's clique is just not the makcik keypoh kinds. Their convo can be just like me and my girls. How cool is that? (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-6246592542120177506?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/6246592542120177506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=6246592542120177506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/6246592542120177506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/6246592542120177506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/knock-knock.html' title='knock knock.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sn3g87JYd4I/AAAAAAAATZM/bQLXa1lx2Jk/s72-c/DSC01757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-2654463265508552520</id><published>2009-08-07T03:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T04:03:43.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We ♥ Bangkok, Sawadeekap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4Ig7OByaQJk/SnfIXuhbBII/AAAAAAAADQ4/TXj83bT8YuI/s720/dily.%20126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_4Ig7OByaQJk/SnfOqCsSlkI/AAAAAAAADcY/jHOum4HhoFU/s720/dily.%20302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_4Ig7OByaQJk/SnfPDp_lzqI/AAAAAAAADdA/6BRyx3mbWsE/s720/dily.%20312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4Ig7OByaQJk/SnfQQm8DIfI/AAAAAAAADfI/TZ98wSpe8qY/s720/dily.%20344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_4Ig7OByaQJk/Sn1Jpq0oCJI/AAAAAAAAEDc/fwmk7MaVTOo/s512/297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 512px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_4Ig7OByaQJk/Sn1Jpq0oCJI/AAAAAAAAEDc/fwmk7MaVTOo/s512/297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaa! Currently, I'm just back from Johore Bahru with my family. My sister, Fafa is right beside me, right now. She would like to say "HI" to everyone who reads this. Haha! She made the biggest joke of the day today. Want to know? Well, if you know who's my sister, then you'll probably knows she has a problem pronouncing the letter R. So, whenever she says the word 'problem' it became 'PORblem'. Just now, she was trying to be 'slang' with me all the way but the moment she said the word, I just can't help it but to laugh and make fun of her. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yes yes, I'm finally back from my Bangkok trip, 2 days ago. It was my very first time going there so it is for moo-moo. We did alot of research here and there before going. Alhamdulillah, we went to and fro safely. We didn't even get lost during our trip. Sad thing is that, we couldn't get reach of his friend who went in the morning. His phone has no roaming and so does my phone. We couldn't call out due to we couldn't get hold of the area code. However, we had fun together, though. As you all know, being myself, the kiasu woman, I would always want the cheapest and I keep bargaining the cheapest price. Whereas moo-moo being so generous would always want to give tips and stuffs. On second thought, I felt like I'm with my dad because dad would always gives tips. My mum would always say, "kalau kerja manager kat singapore boleh lah." HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only a 3 days 2 nights trip and we had time constraint and our legs were seriously worn out. The night before our departure day, we relieves those legs with a good massage at Khao San Road for 120baht. Obviously, it's very cheap there; 120baht equals to SGD5 only. Haa! Cheap isn't it? Anyways, I'm not satisfied because I didn't have enough time to shop and my legs were too tired. Haish, I feel like dragging moo-moo to go Bangkok with me again. I felt safe with moo-moo against all the dogs and the Thai who kept staring all the way. HAHA! Maybe someday with girls instead yea? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates on JB trip tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-2654463265508552520?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/2654463265508552520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=2654463265508552520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/2654463265508552520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/2654463265508552520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-bangkok-sawadeekap.html' title='We ♥ Bangkok, Sawadeekap!'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_4Ig7OByaQJk/SnfIXuhbBII/AAAAAAAADQ4/TXj83bT8YuI/s72-c/dily.%20126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-3764708837818437724</id><published>2009-07-13T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:40:53.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I smell BKK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear lovely people, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am too tired to blog with the kind of job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm flying off to Bangkok with Moo-moo end of this month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be back with a post &amp;amp; pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy-happy days people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love ya! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-3764708837818437724?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/3764708837818437724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=3764708837818437724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/3764708837818437724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/3764708837818437724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-smell-bkk.html' title='I smell BKK!'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-6576646866366631224</id><published>2009-07-12T19:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T19:18:13.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accidents.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SlnFwb5jbII/AAAAAAAATU8/etwm0VU0w3s/s1600-h/DSC01215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357530667647462530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SlnFwb5jbII/AAAAAAAATU8/etwm0VU0w3s/s320/DSC01215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SlnFwNMsWGI/AAAAAAAATU0/1xdomjevpcU/s1600-h/DSC01203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357530663701207138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SlnFwNMsWGI/AAAAAAAATU0/1xdomjevpcU/s320/DSC01203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SlnFvvCAo1I/AAAAAAAATUs/I7STiQ1rt9E/s1600-h/4977_96032249249_816114249_1880364_4857793_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357530655603336018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SlnFvvCAo1I/AAAAAAAATUs/I7STiQ1rt9E/s320/4977_96032249249_816114249_1880364_4857793_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from Ida's birthday, a week later, I had a meet up with Haliffey. Plan was to meet early bu then became late due to some problems, so poor Haliffey had to wait. He was so cheerful, I just don't know how to describe. I can just say that he's a laughing machine. No joke. We then head down to KGC to have dinner. In my heart was like, it's been so long since I ate there with Moo man. All of a sudden! I saw Fad &amp;amp; Adeq. Of course, if there's them, there's moo man! and yes, he was there too. I was laughing hysterically. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I called up Moo man and randomly ask what he's doing there. So he insisted us to join table. We did. Though Haliffey met Moo for the first time, they talked like as if they've been friends very long. Hahahaha! Time was running out, so Haliffey and I continued our journey to the nearest Robot Shop where his friends work. Little Children Museum caught my attention. I really love it. So, if you guys wanna go, drop by at this Robot Shop right behind the Masjid Sultan. Entrance is $2. Following that, we went Keppel Bay. It's really nice but too quiet. "-.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-6576646866366631224?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/6576646866366631224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=6576646866366631224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/6576646866366631224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/6576646866366631224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/07/accidents.html' title='Accidents.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SlnFwb5jbII/AAAAAAAATU8/etwm0VU0w3s/s72-c/DSC01215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-5690759514241023104</id><published>2009-07-10T18:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T19:00:15.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ida turns 21 too!</title><content type='html'>I know I've let this blog collect dust. Well, today onwards (i hope), i'm blowing away all the dust with my updates! hehe. Sorry for the lack of updates. I've been busy with friends, family and work. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357523315120522258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Slm_EdmhxBI/AAAAAAAATUk/SUYLk3CWVFU/s320/threesome.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Despite being so busy, I will not forget everything. I'm glad that Nawal and I really did get to meet up with Ida as for her birthday. Thank God that we're still friends till today and we still keep that precious memories inside us. Seeing you two turning 21 really scares the hell out of me to turn 21 too! HAHAHAHA. Anyways, I got Ida her Charles &amp;amp; Keith Shoes. I'm glad she love it alot. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you babes. Oh yes, that picture is back in 2005. Tell me 'bout it. Tee-hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-5690759514241023104?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/5690759514241023104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=5690759514241023104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/5690759514241023104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/5690759514241023104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/07/ida-turns-21-too.html' title='Ida turns 21 too!'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Slm_EdmhxBI/AAAAAAAATUk/SUYLk3CWVFU/s72-c/threesome.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-2185425612357063255</id><published>2009-06-15T02:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T02:37:43.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FFFFFFFF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SjVARp7tX2I/AAAAAAAAOM4/Mc6Y6yNwP-A/s1600-h/ScreenShot018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347250804630576994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SjVARp7tX2I/AAAAAAAAOM4/Mc6Y6yNwP-A/s320/ScreenShot018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG! this things really doesn't end isn't it? the story just doesn't end? yet, another story that i've expected to come until it came to my attention just today. alih2 senyap? whoa. outrageous. bad mouthed, "BUSTED". was really something expected. wouldn't wish it to come to my eyes, but it did. JUST TODAY! Well, fuck you very much. (i know, i don't say vulgar kind of person but this time, is in need). i am kind, but i'm not kind if you behave like this. bad mouthed about people. like wtf?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. I seriously got no feelings for you. You womanizer but cannot be. Stop selling yourself by the way. Hmm. If that knock some sense into you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Stop bad mouthed about me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Thought of making you just an msn friend instead. BUT MARK THIS. i'll delete you off and blocked you too. just like you did me in your facebook. OH! i wonder too, why you delete me from facebook? So, ika that answers your question too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. POLAROID. the one who initiate, the one who wants to throw it all back to me. First, he said he wanted to give to me but he needs it for ONE FUCKING day. To think that i'm stupid (which obviously am not) if i gave it to you, i dont think you would pass it back. SECOND, he said he needs it for one day for his birthday, the same reason i gave. and I insisted that he passed me the cash and that thing is his forever. LAST! he ask me for the cash instead ask me to keep the fucking thing. we made agreement to ask me to sell. i wont waste a fucking cents to that thing which i didn't initiate. and asked me to give him half share like almost every single day! LIKE A TAILONG! Mark one more thing! If you want it, you get it alrights? I CAN'T BE BOTHERED ANYMORE. It's getting on my nerves. Testing my patience. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sekian, fuck you very much. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-2185425612357063255?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/2185425612357063255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=2185425612357063255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/2185425612357063255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/2185425612357063255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/06/ffffffff.html' title='FFFFFFFF!'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SjVARp7tX2I/AAAAAAAAOM4/Mc6Y6yNwP-A/s72-c/ScreenShot018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-108076806404866736</id><published>2009-06-05T15:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:48:24.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWESOME IS HANDSOME.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are the things that happened while I was not blogging. Nyehahaha! Actually, there's alot more to this and these stories. But I just cut it short and sweet eys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilma Nadia! She came by yesterday night. OMG! I MISS HER SO MUCH! So, yesterday I requested my sister to bring her over because it's been so long I've not met her. Haish, she's grown up so big now. Going to primary 1 next year. How fast time flies. Asked her to take pictures, pose her and there, she sang a few songs. "My lips like sugar" and danced like her hips were lose. HAHA! Omg, that is just so her.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SijaWvjfcBI/AAAAAAAAOGw/cPQvcp7TdOE/s1600-h/IMG_2371.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343761042132398098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SijaWvjfcBI/AAAAAAAAOGw/cPQvcp7TdOE/s320/IMG_2371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SijaWSB05NI/AAAAAAAAOGo/OM1Q6hsnKHs/s1600-h/IMG_2370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343761034206569682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SijaWSB05NI/AAAAAAAAOGo/OM1Q6hsnKHs/s320/IMG_2370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SijaV-LwiAI/AAAAAAAAOGg/GCoTtZ9mgmY/s1600-h/IMG_2369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343761028879517698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SijaV-LwiAI/AAAAAAAAOGg/GCoTtZ9mgmY/s320/IMG_2369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another meet up with Fye. This time to take the DSLR from him. So, since I was craving for some food. I had my turkey bacon! HEHEHE. I love turkey bacon. Haish. Sushi and bonesteak perhaps some other day. Tomorrow when I'm going JB. Bonesteak, Fye asked me to wait for him. Anyways, We spent the time at Tampines One open space and practice how to use the DSLR. Not bad. Not bad. HAHA. Then, ice cream at Macdonald's before we call it a day. (: Prolly the last day I see him before he become BOTAK!!! HEHEHEHE.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SijYBsb0YhI/AAAAAAAAOGY/wF-q8VFkWBs/s1600-h/IMG_2266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343758481494401554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SijYBsb0YhI/AAAAAAAAOGY/wF-q8VFkWBs/s320/IMG_2266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SijYBaDi61I/AAAAAAAAOGQ/Rw4yMFmL9Cw/s1600-h/IMG_2257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343758476560755538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SijYBaDi61I/AAAAAAAAOGQ/Rw4yMFmL9Cw/s320/IMG_2257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Mas' engagement day. Who is Mas? Mas is Ida's ITE classmate. Apart from Zap, Maira and Naz. Okay, why the hell am I typing like this. It's like I'm talking! HAHAHA. Anyways, I was invited and so, accompanied my dearest ugliest bestfriend there. Together with Naz. I just don't know what to say, I just love the whole event. She looks awesome, the things we cool. Its just too cool. (: Glad that Mas is finally getting married soon. hehehe. Waiting for Ida's turn. I can't wait! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SijWNBK2X2I/AAAAAAAAOF4/B6leHWW5J20/s1600-h/SDC10450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343756477015678818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SijWNBK2X2I/AAAAAAAAOF4/B6leHWW5J20/s320/SDC10450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343756489513908370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SijWNvuqOJI/AAAAAAAAOGA/LxKUCkPzoFs/s320/SDC10458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343756492167012930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SijWN5nNYkI/AAAAAAAAOGI/o6NdohnoJ4s/s320/SDC10464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Nawal! Hahaha. Had dinner at Popeye at Singapore Flyers. She drove that night and accompanied to fill my hungry stomach. Thanks Nawal! Oh ya, see that view from the back of the flyers? Reminds me of Transformers. Right? HAHA.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SijUnKVCoYI/AAAAAAAAOFw/UOU1TpUrdaU/s1600-h/DSC00862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343754727127687554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SijUnKVCoYI/AAAAAAAAOFw/UOU1TpUrdaU/s320/DSC00862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SijUmzA07aI/AAAAAAAAOFo/38BzSVrB7Sw/s1600-h/DSC00872.JPG+-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343754720868887970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SijUmzA07aI/AAAAAAAAOFo/38BzSVrB7Sw/s320/DSC00872.JPG+-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is Jurong Island when viewing from Jurong Hill. Do you know that view from Jurong Hill is so beautiful that it makes me googoo gaagaa? HAHAHA. Seriously. That afternoon, I went back to school to get my CEPAS ezlink but to no avail. God knows why. So, I went to meet Man to return him all his dusty stuffs and then off to meet Moo Moo. I saw anywhere nice, so moo moo brought me to Jurong Hill. Thanks alot Moo Moo. It's an awesome place. How much I love sight seeing &amp;amp; fresh air. HEHE.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SijS5zfb_zI/AAAAAAAAOFg/_5WO43NQorI/s1600-h/DSC00993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343752848391536434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SijS5zfb_zI/AAAAAAAAOFg/_5WO43NQorI/s320/DSC00993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a short meet up with Fye on a fine day after he finished working. He was fasting n that day so we decided to have dinner at Simei's Banquet followed by Tampines' Starbucks where we saw Fye's bestfriend's boyfriend. Such a long one but it's 2nd degree related, so can't help it. NYEHAHAHA! Oh ya, Congrats! Because dearest bestie here is joining SPF and you may call him Sergeant Syafiee in 6 months time? So proud of you. Hehehe.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SijRWm_iZgI/AAAAAAAAOFY/qMT0MoN_Yzs/s1600-h/DSC00941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343751144229463554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SijRWm_iZgI/AAAAAAAAOFY/qMT0MoN_Yzs/s320/DSC00941.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Cik Manan's (my dad's friend) chalet at Pasir Ris with my family. His wife started, "kalau nak makan, amek sendiri, bakar sendiri. Barbeque pit sume tuh masih panas." Dengan tanpa segan silu, I stood up and started heating up the chickens, hotdogs and mashmellows. Cik Maslamah has a cool taste in terms of food. I had hotdogs with nachos' cheese and chicken wings with hot chili. AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, the one in blue is Cik Manan and the middle one is mom and the one standing is Cik Maslamah. (:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SijO-HJLnCI/AAAAAAAAOFQ/lfhjtIdrFyU/s1600-h/DSC00886.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343748524339862562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SijO-HJLnCI/AAAAAAAAOFQ/lfhjtIdrFyU/s320/DSC00886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-108076806404866736?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/108076806404866736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=108076806404866736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/108076806404866736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/108076806404866736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/06/awesome-is-handsome.html' title='AWESOME IS HANDSOME.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SijaWvjfcBI/AAAAAAAAOGw/cPQvcp7TdOE/s72-c/IMG_2371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-1756653015527490473</id><published>2009-05-27T04:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T05:05:10.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE 74.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340240039492011474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/ShxYBak9RdI/AAAAAAAAN-g/ZCuSB_dDkvc/s320/P1100116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340240048240539106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/ShxYB7KxNeI/AAAAAAAAN-o/12GTZf6fBlY/s320/P1100109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/ShxYCpXT-YI/AAAAAAAAN-4/nRCd4Vk5PTU/s1600-h/P1100114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340240060641180034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/ShxYCpXT-YI/AAAAAAAAN-4/nRCd4Vk5PTU/s320/P1100114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/ShxYCNVnSkI/AAAAAAAAN-w/5HWrMDp29ac/s1600-h/P1100090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340240053117864514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/ShxYCNVnSkI/AAAAAAAAN-w/5HWrMDp29ac/s320/P1100090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRCP is finally over! After 3 months, the swine flu incidents and all. It's like finally, finally! Bittersweet memories during the posting but one thing for sure, everythin happens for a reason. If I didn't repeat the pathetic module, I might be in Ward 75 instead which is 10 times hell than this. I might just be repeating the posting because I might not do well in 75. In Ward74, I find being the only student wasn't bad afterall. They treated you like family. Make you happy everyday. You can talk like as if you know them very long when you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made alot of friends in here of all the different ranks and status. From Sister, to SSn to Sn to En, PCA, NP student, ITE Students. That's why my facebook's friends increasing. HAHA! Alhamdulillah, during this posting I was very well, nothing happened to me. Aww, I'm sure going to miss those people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-1756653015527490473?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/1756653015527490473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=1756653015527490473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/1756653015527490473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/1756653015527490473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-74.html' title='I LOVE 74.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/ShxYBak9RdI/AAAAAAAAN-g/ZCuSB_dDkvc/s72-c/P1100116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-8815107649059239507</id><published>2009-05-20T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T04:25:50.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanubariku.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/ShxPTh7kJvI/AAAAAAAAN-Y/_l8RvKQFP0I/s1600-h/sems.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340230455098877682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/ShxPTh7kJvI/AAAAAAAAN-Y/_l8RvKQFP0I/s320/sems.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Albums are out now! It's selling at $10 each. My brother accussed me of being unsupportive towards the band. HAHA. I've been so busy lately, how can I not behave like as if I don't! Get it! Get it! Sanubariku is now up to #6 in Ria Charts. 6 floor up from the previous week which was #12. Well done! So anyone's up to get the album? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-8815107649059239507?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/8815107649059239507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=8815107649059239507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/8815107649059239507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/8815107649059239507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/05/sanubariku.html' title='Sanubariku.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/ShxPTh7kJvI/AAAAAAAAN-Y/_l8RvKQFP0I/s72-c/sems.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-7349535630626702135</id><published>2009-05-10T03:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T03:18:06.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch tee-vee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sg8N3hKy_WI/AAAAAAAAN-I/Fmg8FB_YrJ0/s1600-h/kara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336499330904948066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sg8N3hKy_WI/AAAAAAAAN-I/Fmg8FB_YrJ0/s320/kara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another PH for me, Vesak Day to be specific. I started enjoying it very late as Moo-moo woke up late. Started off with annoying stuffs happened. But as usual, moo-moo always made the end of it a great one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. As promised, he accompanied me to the new mall at Bugis.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though it was quite boring and not many shops are officially open yet, I just love the lighted building and the color. Not to forget, the door. But, the bane part is the escalator. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. New hat search.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, I accompanied moo to look for this particular hat. He then finally found it at Topman. FINALLY! I like the hat. Something like Mahirah was looking for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Snacks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A light snack at Macdonald's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Karaoke @ Cuppage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had karaoke at Cuppage's Cash Studio together with his bestfriend, Aznan and his fiance, Lydia. Singing wasn't bad afterall. HAHA! Because I love to sing lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Supper @ East Coast.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cockles, Satay and Ice lemon tea. Mix &amp;amp; Match. Afad and his girlfriend, Adeq joined in. I felt awkward because supposedly, we plan only between 2 of us but then, his friends joined in. But they're great though. I laughed my ass out like hell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Scolding session.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got scolded for not picking up the call from my mum. I didn't hear the ring. And she was pretty upset with me. GOSH! I felt bad lah. &amp;amp; I reached like about 2am. Thanks to me for forgetting the phone. If not, things wouldn't turn out this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-7349535630626702135?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/7349535630626702135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=7349535630626702135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/7349535630626702135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/7349535630626702135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/05/watch-tee-vee.html' title='Watch tee-vee.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sg8N3hKy_WI/AAAAAAAAN-I/Fmg8FB_YrJ0/s72-c/kara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-7818715179673673744</id><published>2009-05-08T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T03:01:25.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nawal's 21st.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faris  Wal  Adli  Dily&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sg8MFIFNcUI/AAAAAAAAN-A/HsOtRiia0DE/s1600-h/wal+wal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336497365665542466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sg8MFIFNcUI/AAAAAAAAN-A/HsOtRiia0DE/s320/wal+wal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sg8L3FM_C8I/AAAAAAAAN94/5LEFD5cSJFc/s1600-h/kara.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the record, I think this would one of Nawal's best birthday celebration ever. HAHA! I don't know why, I just felt like it. (like as if it's my birthday) HAHAHA! Anyways, Adli and I had already planned out everything. Though it's abit cocked up everything flows out well. Hope you enjoyed it Wal. Marina Barrage was the shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; OH! Just in case you're wondering which one is the birthday girl, the one i put color on and beside her, the last man there, is her man! Sweet ain't it? Oh no, no, Adli isn't mine. Adilah would kill me if you say wrongly. HAHA! Cherios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WAAALLL!!&lt;/span&gt; Old WOMAN!!! HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-7818715179673673744?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/7818715179673673744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=7818715179673673744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/7818715179673673744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/7818715179673673744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/05/nawals-21st.html' title='Nawal&apos;s 21st.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sg8MFIFNcUI/AAAAAAAAN-A/HsOtRiia0DE/s72-c/wal+wal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-7450414582447914844</id><published>2009-05-05T14:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T02:52:01.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous &amp; Sweet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a lot of outing with lovely girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ida, my crazy bestfriend eversince secondary school.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sg8HQauYRVI/AAAAAAAAN9w/vxzpervCY78/s1600-h/iddda.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336492062090478930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sg8HQauYRVI/AAAAAAAAN9w/vxzpervCY78/s320/iddda.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're both sick but we still met each other. Although life has been very different now, I would still treasure her. HAHA! Get well soon Ida! &amp;amp; me too. Look at me, I look terrible! So, we had starbucks, round and round and round like nobody's business and also, talk everything under the moon! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Went out with Sister Fafa like after very long!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sg8HQJmpcgI/AAAAAAAAN9o/BHLE9f3VFoU/s1600-h/fafababe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336492057494647298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sg8HQJmpcgI/AAAAAAAAN9o/BHLE9f3VFoU/s320/fafababe.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Errrr. yes! I went out with her. Despite fighting and stuffs. We still went out together. I still can't get hold her attitudeness in everything. Basket woman. Why can't I be mad for a second when she can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nisa!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sg8HQOY9WnI/AAAAAAAAN9g/4fgV7tDzhds/s1600-h/Nisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336492058779409010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sg8HQOY9WnI/AAAAAAAAN9g/4fgV7tDzhds/s320/Nisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like after so long. An impromptu that works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-7450414582447914844?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/7450414582447914844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=7450414582447914844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/7450414582447914844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/7450414582447914844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-had-lot-of-outing-with-lovely-girls.html' title='Dangerous &amp; Sweet.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sg8HQauYRVI/AAAAAAAAN9w/vxzpervCY78/s72-c/iddda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-912218815073160331</id><published>2009-05-04T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:48:56.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diorama is launching their 1st album!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sf7203KcSMI/AAAAAAAAN5g/5HGbDXZKrdM/s1600-h/l_653b9d6d0fb5ff3eb1d73f66c56a7c35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331970396874623170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sf7203KcSMI/AAAAAAAAN5g/5HGbDXZKrdM/s320/l_653b9d6d0fb5ff3eb1d73f66c56a7c35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, like after 4 years or what? I think. They've been going jamming sessions. Sessions after sessions. Then, they started their first gig at Zai Studio @ Kallang Pudding Road and then followed by Music Garage, Home Club and many more. Lastly, their song Sanubariku was played at Ria 89.7FM. Oh yes, I'm so very proud of them. Because my brother's in it, together with few of his childhood friends, 815 people! HAHAHA! I'm sure the rest like Syuhadah and Erzat are proud of their brothers too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, Diorama is launching the birth of their very first album and hoping that many people would support them by getting their albums. It's sold at 10bucks each and there's 8 or 10 songs, I think. 2 of it is malay songs and the rest are english songs. So, tag me can? Please, please, please support. Especially my bestfriends! Quick! HAHAHAHAHA. *jk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short tune from their website: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/dioramaonline"&gt;diorama clicks!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-912218815073160331?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/912218815073160331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=912218815073160331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/912218815073160331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/912218815073160331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/05/diorama-is-launching-their-1st-album.html' title='Diorama is launching their 1st album!'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sf7203KcSMI/AAAAAAAAN5g/5HGbDXZKrdM/s72-c/l_653b9d6d0fb5ff3eb1d73f66c56a7c35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-5813038090214225012</id><published>2009-05-01T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:57:02.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LABOUR.</title><content type='html'>Happy Labour Day, Labourers! HAHAHAHA! I was supposed to, wait WE are supposed to have bestfriends makan-makan outing but Ida turned down, so did Wal. Left Fye and me, so Fye said he had to leave early, so I don't think we could make it. Oh ya, so where did I go? ZOO! with MOO MOO! He is super irritating. Right at the entrance, we were told to take a welcome, the second picture, was told to hug each other. I was like, what?! So, he just put his hand there. Please eh Wal. Then, he asked "friends uh?" Moo-moo said, "NOLAH, FIRST TIME MEET, DONT KNOW WHO!" Hahaha. retarded betul!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331961978026440146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sf7vK0gntdI/AAAAAAAAN5I/Ut4MmAxfphk/s320/P1090850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sf7vLWdoC1I/AAAAAAAAN5Y/Cu5-kpcz9wM/s1600-h/P1090861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331961987140684626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sf7vLWdoC1I/AAAAAAAAN5Y/Cu5-kpcz9wM/s320/P1090861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sf7vLNommsI/AAAAAAAAN5Q/twraNRusvQM/s1600-h/P1090874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331961984770808514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sf7vLNommsI/AAAAAAAAN5Q/twraNRusvQM/s320/P1090874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had fun! after that, we went KGC for dinner. Toilet hunting after that and he sent me home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Btw, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIBIK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-5813038090214225012?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/5813038090214225012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=5813038090214225012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/5813038090214225012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/5813038090214225012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/05/labour.html' title='LABOUR.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sf7vK0gntdI/AAAAAAAAN5I/Ut4MmAxfphk/s72-c/P1090850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-8304686345148893429</id><published>2009-04-30T23:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:16:59.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun facts: swine flue. (H1N1; Influenza A)</title><content type='html'>Today at the hospital was a new experience for me. Every staffs were to be masked with their fitted ones. Be it Drager or N95. BREATHLESS! All of the students who were having their attachments are having their last day there. Despite that we're not done with our stuffs. We were not allowed to come back the next day until the Swine Flu subsides. It's because, Singapore zone turns amber, everything was messy, very rushing and everyone has to be completely taking precautions. ITE students were to go home immediately, the poly students were to complete their shift that very day. Worried? Yea, a little. Well, a little facts about Swine Flu. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you got your mask-fitted, Nurses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331956602286340466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sf7qR6UTeXI/AAAAAAAAN5A/ANrM56qkd0w/s320/P1100007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pathophysiology.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Swine flu viruses typically cause illness in pigs, not humans. Most cases occur when people come into contact with infected pigs or contaminated objects moving between people and pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Pigs can catch human and avian or bird flu. When flu viruses from different species infect pigs, they can mix inside the pig and new, mixed viruses can emerge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Pigs can pass mutated viruses back to humans, and these can be passed from human to human. Transmission among humans is thought to occur in the same way as with seasonal flu by touching something contaminated with flu viruses and then touching one's mouth or nose, and through coughing or sneezing. One of the most effective prevention measures is regular hand washing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Signs &amp;amp; Symptoms.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;sudden fever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;coughing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;muscle aches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;extreme fatigue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;cause more diarrhea &amp;amp; vomiting than normal flu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Any vaccinations to prevent it?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Vaccines are available to be given to pigs to prevent swine influenza. There is no vaccine to protect humans from swine flu, although the CDC is formulating one. The seasonal influenza vaccine may help to provide partial protection against swine H3N2, but not against swine H1N1 viruses like the one circulating now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Will I get infected if I consume pork products?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;* People cannot catch swine flu from eating pork or pork products. Cooking pork to an internal temperature of 160 degrees Fahrenheit (71 degrees Celsius) kills the swine flu virus along with other bacteria and viruses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So what are you waiting?! Keep washing and washing and washing and washing your hands! Use a tissue whenever you wanna cough or sneeze! Dont cough or sneeze at people! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-8304686345148893429?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/8304686345148893429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=8304686345148893429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/8304686345148893429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/8304686345148893429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/04/fun-facts-swine-flue-h1n1-influenza.html' title='fun facts: swine flue. (H1N1; Influenza A)'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sf7qR6UTeXI/AAAAAAAAN5A/ANrM56qkd0w/s72-c/P1100007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-4992748800034952703</id><published>2009-04-26T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:14:00.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 weeks time?</title><content type='html'>Remember Fye and Amalina? We did a search for cards at Tampines 1 but just didn't match my taste and also what I really need. So, I asked Fai-fai and her wonderful hands to do it for me. Thanks Fai! Wanna peep? No, just look!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SfnbnVNryjI/AAAAAAAANzo/gURm6RhHzWc/s1600-h/P260409_21.03%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330533102725614130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SfnbnVNryjI/AAAAAAAANzo/gURm6RhHzWc/s320/P260409_21.03%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SfnbnCgDfsI/AAAAAAAANzg/XxFcRpY4XbQ/s1600-h/P260409_21.03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330533097702391490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SfnbnCgDfsI/AAAAAAAANzg/XxFcRpY4XbQ/s320/P260409_21.03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SfnbnHT4A7I/AAAAAAAANzY/KqXFfToJyHA/s1600-h/P260409_21.02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330533098993484722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SfnbnHT4A7I/AAAAAAAANzY/KqXFfToJyHA/s320/P260409_21.02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-4992748800034952703?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/4992748800034952703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=4992748800034952703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/4992748800034952703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/4992748800034952703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/04/3-weeks-time.html' title='3 weeks time?'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SfnbnVNryjI/AAAAAAAANzo/gURm6RhHzWc/s72-c/P260409_21.03%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-9147947043951606042</id><published>2009-04-25T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:03:53.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tide is High, but I'm Holding On.</title><content type='html'>Grab the car keys on an off day (24th April 09), fetched my friend and then, away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SfcYAujyb5I/AAAAAAAANzA/G0JvvqszhMw/s1600-h/DSC00641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329755084793474962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SfcYAujyb5I/AAAAAAAANzA/G0JvvqszhMw/s320/DSC00641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ice-Skating.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329757090603337314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SfcZ1eyIBmI/AAAAAAAANzQ/fspurQz8JqY/s320/DSC00662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dinner @ Singapore Flyer's Popeye &amp;amp; Biscuits.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329755358113341202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SfcYQowUnxI/AAAAAAAANzI/TPPXqx_yYDs/s320/DSC00678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dessert @ Dempsey Hill's Ben &amp;amp; Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I maybe slow, but I'm good! Mantap uh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-9147947043951606042?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/9147947043951606042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=9147947043951606042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/9147947043951606042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/9147947043951606042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/04/tide-is-high-but-im-holding-on.html' title='Tide is High, but I&apos;m Holding On.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SfcYAujyb5I/AAAAAAAANzA/G0JvvqszhMw/s72-c/DSC00641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-994915624850756289</id><published>2009-04-22T14:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:32:58.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>connections.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's been weeks! It's time, it's time. I know, I'm sucks. Hahaha. Well, here's an update. I chatted with my long lost cousin Firdaus not too long ago. It's really funny. Perhaps God wants Dad's side to still be in touch or something. From what I know, Dad's side was supposed to be in severe ties by now after granny passed away. That didn't happen. I thought connections would only be from Mom's side. Until I saw this Firdaus' myspace profile! Haha. Then we got in touch through MSN and then we met during granny's funeral. Hopefully our cousin's reunion is going to happen ye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I just discovered this cousin of mine is into poems and stuffs like that. So, let me share with you 2 of his poems. If you like it or would like any request to do some poems, you can always ask him to. He'll be glad to help you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;poem #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i don't know what to do today.&lt;br /&gt;shall i go outside and play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or stay at home and watch tv&lt;br /&gt;or use a comb to climb a tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or climb my gate or scratch my head&lt;br /&gt;or have a date or stay in bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or dance to the beat with my lovely hat&lt;br /&gt;or use my feet to kick the cat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or sing a song or read a book,&lt;br /&gt;or play ping pong and learn to cook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or go topman and eat a pear,&lt;br /&gt;or call my friend to brush my hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or tell my friends to watch army daze,&lt;br /&gt;or should i just be stupid and slap my face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so confused, bored and blue&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know wat to do&lt;br /&gt;i think that i should just ask u&lt;br /&gt;what do u think i should do?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poem #2 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;our love has ended for while&lt;br /&gt;i miss ur touch, ur kiss, ur smile&lt;br /&gt;i chose red, u chose blue&lt;br /&gt;no matter wat, i still love u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of u, i left her&lt;br /&gt;because of u, im a loser&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was the winner&lt;br /&gt;but what? u have a partner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss u in the morning&lt;br /&gt;i miss u late at night&lt;br /&gt;i miss the cuddling kissing&lt;br /&gt;its my joy and my delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after years, u send me a letter&lt;br /&gt;it got me feeling better&lt;br /&gt;u ask me out for dinner&lt;br /&gt;i said "i'll see u later!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the day of the date&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to be late&lt;br /&gt;but i was damn excited&lt;br /&gt;so i bought her chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached the place&lt;br /&gt;and saw ur face&lt;br /&gt;in the haze&lt;br /&gt;i was amaze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said hello&lt;br /&gt;u said hi&lt;br /&gt;i asked who's that fellow?&lt;br /&gt;she said he's my guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hearbeat stop&lt;br /&gt;my tears was about to drop&lt;br /&gt;my heart was chop&lt;br /&gt;cause it was a flop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turned my back&lt;br /&gt;she calls my name&lt;br /&gt;i call the white flag&lt;br /&gt;it was all just a game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its ok its alright&lt;br /&gt;look right, look left and again to the right&lt;br /&gt;there will be another night&lt;br /&gt;to fight fight fight !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; yea, i know different people has their each and every opinions. Comments pls over at the tagboard! Haha. Or is there and changes in this poems. Thanks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-994915624850756289?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/994915624850756289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=994915624850756289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/994915624850756289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/994915624850756289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/04/connections.html' title='connections.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-7054583225967129565</id><published>2009-04-11T08:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T08:24:51.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>upset lor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hello saturday, i don't good at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hope panadol helps me today at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm feeling super unhappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i need to change this cranky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna quiet and calm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything seems quiet today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need peace, relax my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but persistently thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somebody brain wash me, can? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-7054583225967129565?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/7054583225967129565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=7054583225967129565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/7054583225967129565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/7054583225967129565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/04/upset-lor.html' title='upset lor!'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-962255138942931296</id><published>2009-04-10T18:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T18:59:49.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crack my head. crack my head.</title><content type='html'>2nd April, I went to vivo, dinner at BK then drink at coffee company with Hantu and Rahman. It was fun and noisy. I miss them like hell. The last was Piah's birthday. Rahman tried to squeeze oout my black heads several times but its too many. Hantu was as usual busy chatting with girls. I stood behind him, making a bunny rabbit on his head while he was webcam-ing with some hot chicks whom he knew from O bar. HAHA! Coool. Then, at night, met Hana after so long. Dinner again at Eighteen Chef. Superb. (:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323012779887645282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sd8j67gRUmI/AAAAAAAANbc/N--TytfGHyk/s320/ScreenShot001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sd8j7EhHMZI/AAAAAAAANbk/pusvsXB41FQ/s1600-h/GallazRyani057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323012782307094930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sd8j7EhHMZI/AAAAAAAANbk/pusvsXB41FQ/s320/GallazRyani057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day, Henderson Waves is awesome! Thanks DW for the day. (:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sd8aFt_NMPI/AAAAAAAANa8/CpRXnOWs-sg/s1600-h/109_PANA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323001970121584882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sd8aFt_NMPI/AAAAAAAANa8/CpRXnOWs-sg/s320/109_PANA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching Marley &amp;amp; Me. Yes, finally, I’ve finished watching it. I’ve delayed the other half of the part for quite some time. Can’t deny the show was pretty touching though I don’t really fancy dogs. But human nature, you’ll tend to feel sad when a living thing dies. Just like when you’re sad when someone passed away or likewise you favorite plant died. It’s the same feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, moo-moo’s birthday. Oh well, it really doesn’t turn out well as planned. I’ve got the car and all. I’ve got a last minute gift which I put at the boot. As soon as I’ve finished accompanied mom to the supermarket, I rushed to fetch moo-moo. But late, because have to eat and stuffs like that. I was there waiting with a hungry stomach with the previous breakfast. Can you imagine that? Oh yes, it doesn’t feel that good. So, we planned to eat Swensen’s at town but it was closed. I know, me and my mood swing leads to a noisy mouth. I was really cranky at that point of time. And whatever I wanted to do and say wasn’t in. I think I ended up spoiling moo-moo’s big day. I’m really attitude. I swear. Hmm. I saw Diyana, Hid’s and Amat’s friend who I remembered made me felt bad once. But it’s okay, things are cleared now. Oh ya, I hope the Pastamania dinner cum supper was great. It was a fast one because I had to rush back. It was already 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, my first day off of the week. I was sleeping till 3 then Nabil called up to meet up. So, I agreed because it’s been so long since this monkey asked me out. So, I did. His cousin and the girlfriend was there too. I found out the reason as to why he has not been meeting me. Well, I don’t really blame the person. I’m that kind of person myself. But sometime too paranoid, it kills. So, don’t jump into conclusion because it ends in tragic endings. End up, you’ll regret. You have to investigate, listen to both sides and things will be okay. Stop being pessimistic for once. I know Nabil really loves her so much. But that paranoid, is a little bit too much I guess.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323001976678371490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sd8aGGad0KI/AAAAAAAANbM/HN633a2pNbA/s320/New+Folder+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thursday, I went Ba’alwi with mum. We didn’t know that my aunt was there too. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; people have gotta do this test. "HOW MUCH DO YOU LOVE HIM/HER?"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323012776487442994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sd8j6u1mWjI/AAAAAAAANbU/6odhWgw7qNY/s320/ScreenShot003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Can you trust this test 100%? I find it really crap. I mean if you really like this person this piece of test doesn’t mean a thing at all. I don’t why some people can come to believe it and ask me to do. Sometimes, me and mouth end up saying another thing and people got hurt. Well, sometimes people don’t appreciate how much a person loves them. They just can’t see. Test is just a test. Does test has feelings? I know sometimes people to believe this but in person do you get what they mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting to talk to Dily to share. Gosh, I don’t know why but I’m very sad. Thanks to this period. I even feel like crying. Very unstable emotions. I really wish I could take back all what I’ve said. Haish. I feel bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-962255138942931296?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/962255138942931296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=962255138942931296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/962255138942931296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/962255138942931296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/04/crack-my-head-crack-my-head.html' title='crack my head. crack my head.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/Sd8j67gRUmI/AAAAAAAANbc/N--TytfGHyk/s72-c/ScreenShot001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-8727080191148821344</id><published>2009-04-06T10:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:32:48.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to be true i miss you, to be true i'm lying!</title><content type='html'>moo-moo's birthday is tomorrow! and i've not yet done for this surprise. I've plan but yet to excecute it. hope moo-moo loves it. HEHE! this is the best surprise i've ever think of. I THINK. yesterday was shopping which i find it very fickled minded. hmm. anyways, time to get dressed! i'm on afternoon shift today. i know it sucks, tell me about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-8727080191148821344?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/8727080191148821344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=8727080191148821344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/8727080191148821344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/8727080191148821344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-be-true-i-miss-you-to-be-true-im.html' title='to be true i miss you, to be true i&apos;m lying!'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-6677489453772790664</id><published>2009-04-01T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:44:07.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous Eyes.</title><content type='html'>Supposedly to go prawn fishing. After waited for like an hour. We found that it actually closed for 2 days maintainence. Aww. Sad. So, went to eat at Arnold instead. Talk and discussed about alot of things under the sun. So, next outing would be Ice Skating. After the comeback from Jakarta. Come home soon Dily. HAHA! I'm refering to the other Dily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, movie at E-hub. Watched Unborn. Pure coincidence, Irah's sister and her boyfriend was beside me. And Irah was at the back with the boyfriend too! Awesome. Unborn is not as freaking out as Coming Soon. Because Mr Chaba's wife is inside. Right, Lex? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, good luck to all who are on going for foundation in SGH. (: &amp;amp; APRIL FOOL's DAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-6677489453772790664?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/6677489453772790664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=6677489453772790664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/6677489453772790664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/6677489453772790664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/04/dangerous-eyes.html' title='Dangerous Eyes.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-2605384254204568594</id><published>2009-03-30T15:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:08:45.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moonlit.</title><content type='html'>night shifts? i really can't get the hang of it. i was really, really sleepy! countless events of me dozing off even when Lino was talking to me that he had to shake my shoulder. Serious, I think I'm like a zombie. walking around, looking for something to do. today no more, I'm gonna continue my sleep again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-2605384254204568594?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/2605384254204568594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=2605384254204568594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/2605384254204568594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/2605384254204568594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/03/moonlit.html' title='moonlit.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-4273417854142385709</id><published>2009-03-29T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:48:50.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coming soon is haunting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh no! today's my night shift and i'm freaking scared. haha!&lt;br /&gt;oh, please help me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-4273417854142385709?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/4273417854142385709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=4273417854142385709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/4273417854142385709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/4273417854142385709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/03/coming-soon-is-haunting.html' title='coming soon is haunting.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-3006035953982100678</id><published>2009-03-29T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T01:21:28.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch 12 rounds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.shockya.com/news/wp-content/uploads/12_rounds_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 748px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.shockya.com/news/wp-content/uploads/12_rounds_poster.jpg" border="0" Height="320" Width="320"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched 12 Rounds at E-Hub few hours ago, just now. Show was pretty interesting. Only the last part where the helicopter exploded, the parts of it didn't drop at where they landed to save themselves. HAHA! Anyways, quite thrilling. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-3006035953982100678?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/3006035953982100678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=3006035953982100678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/3006035953982100678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/3006035953982100678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/03/catch-12-rounds.html' title='Catch 12 rounds.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-4124740483577782032</id><published>2009-03-10T13:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:30:19.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First for Everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plese Make Your Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bracey-marcey.livejournal.com/"&gt;Here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a temporary blog. I'm just testing which is better in terms of lag and pictures uploader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-4124740483577782032?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/4124740483577782032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=4124740483577782032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/4124740483577782032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/4124740483577782032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-for-everything.html' title='First for Everything.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-500856900355434232</id><published>2009-03-09T13:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:53:04.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea, I don't want to be the one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/xBHxLDHKPw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/xBHxLDHKPw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #e6e6e6"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/-jNNVxs/music/L0hILD3J/the-ting-tings-be-the-one-acoustic-version/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say it's not what you do,&lt;br /&gt;It's what you're thinkin' of&lt;br /&gt;Well I think it's just an excuse&lt;br /&gt;It's what you put across&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna be the one&lt;br /&gt;Only overjoyed&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I don't wanna be the one&lt;br /&gt;Makin' all the noise&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I don't wanna be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So make sure you're thinkin' it through&lt;br /&gt;You've let me down again&lt;br /&gt;Offer me somethin'&lt;br /&gt;I know you really meant&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I don't wanna the one&lt;br /&gt;Only overjoyed&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I don't wanna be the one&lt;br /&gt;Makin' all the noise&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I don't wanna be the one&lt;br /&gt;Hey !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna offer now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the one&lt;br /&gt;Only overjoyed&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I don't wanna be the one&lt;br /&gt;Makin' all the noise&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I don't wanna be the one&lt;br /&gt;Hey !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not my idea&lt;br /&gt;Don't you keep me waitin'&lt;br /&gt;This was not my idea&lt;br /&gt;Don't you keep me waitin'&lt;br /&gt;This was not my idea&lt;br /&gt;Don't you keep me waitin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've got a new blog to update at. PM me in msn to know the URL. Thanks. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-500856900355434232?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/500856900355434232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=500856900355434232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/500856900355434232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/500856900355434232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/03/yea-i-dont-want-to-be-one.html' title='Yea, I don&apos;t want to be the one.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-9135600075244624063</id><published>2009-03-05T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T08:30:12.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shagged.</title><content type='html'>2 weeks, almost gone. Another 10 more weeks, awaiting. So, far PRCP has been a great one. Though there's some bossy nurses and irritating nursesaround. That doesn't accumulate to win over the no. of  those nice ones.  My preceptor is really an awesome guy though sometimes he can be a littlebit sick, sometimes too busy. He still manage to teach me some things. Oh ya, did i tell you? My CI is Hui Wen, the one back when I was in ward 63C withNura and Muny. And... My lecturer is Ms May Chia. Really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued. (I'm tired. HAHA!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-9135600075244624063?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/9135600075244624063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=9135600075244624063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/9135600075244624063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/9135600075244624063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/03/shagged.html' title='shagged.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-2347157531113612926</id><published>2009-02-27T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:11:02.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're contradicting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really envy those people who having so much fun out there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-2347157531113612926?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/2347157531113612926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=2347157531113612926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/2347157531113612926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/2347157531113612926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/02/youre-contradicting.html' title='you&apos;re contradicting.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-8116510870092235897</id><published>2009-02-23T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:39:36.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRCP freshie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1st Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;23rd Feb, Mon: 8am-4pm (orientation)&lt;br /&gt;24th Feb, Tue: 7am-3:15pm (D)&lt;br /&gt;25th Feb, Wed: 1:15pm-9:30pm (E)&lt;br /&gt;26th Feb, Thur: Day Off&lt;br /&gt;27th Feb, Fri: 1:15pm-9:30pm (E)&lt;br /&gt;28th Feb, Sat: 7am-1:15pm (D)&lt;br /&gt;1st Mar, Sun: Rest Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2nd Week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Mar, Mon: 7am-3:15pm (D)&lt;br /&gt;3rd Mar, Tue: 7am-3:15pm (D)&lt;br /&gt;4th Mar, Wed: 1:15pm-9:30pm (E)&lt;br /&gt;5th Mar, Thur: 1:15pm-9:30pm (E)&lt;br /&gt;6th Mar, Fri: 7am-3:15pm (D)&lt;br /&gt;7th Mar, Sat: Day Off&lt;br /&gt;8th Mar, Sun: Rest Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ward 74 is a Neuro Medical Ward. Overflow cases like neurosurg and oncology can be found too. I'm under B2 side. Hmm. Ward seems a nice evironment. There's like 5 sisters in the ward. My preceptor is a Filipino guy, SN Lino. What is going to happen to me. I wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-8116510870092235897?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/8116510870092235897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=8116510870092235897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/8116510870092235897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/8116510870092235897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/02/prcp-freshie.html' title='PRCP freshie.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-6353637097807938611</id><published>2009-02-22T20:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:06:34.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody said it was easy.</title><content type='html'>Here it is as promised. A post before I leave for my big day tomorrow. PRCP! Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13th February '09, Friday.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305603877202049106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SaFKnbOQOFI/AAAAAAAAMcw/KHMv1jbynE8/s320/My+Pictures.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's friday the 13th! Believe me, stop being superstitious if you are one. Nothing really happened actually. I thought something interesting in the news or&lt;br /&gt;at home. A big NOTHING, with caps yea. I spent the whole day and night online, I watched Part 1 and Part 2 of the Underworld as I find the Underworld&lt;br /&gt;of Lycans was pretty awesome. Way better than Twillight. I swear. At the same time, I did a frame for I thought-gonna-be-you-for-tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14th February '09, Saturday.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305603891230775250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SaFKoPe9l9I/AAAAAAAAMdI/Y5wmI2FRl4U/s320/Valentine%27s+Day+-+140209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Valentine's Day for Christians. I had breakfast with Fafa at the back market. Though, I slept at 6am, I woke up at 9am. To be well prepared and not late. However, initial plan was burnt, cocked up, not according to plan, so I threw everything that I did the night before. Say I waste money, I don't care. It's not worth it anyway. Pretty stupid reason actually. Trust me, you wouldn't wanna know. My bestfriends were hysterically laughing at the reason when I told them. My trust level jsut went doen like that. HAHA! I've should have listen to Rahman, not to hope so much. &amp;amp; be happy, because I'm still single. I can't say much because he's not even a boyfriend neither a husband. So next, as I've promised Fai, to pass her a gift, I went to buy it first before I travelled all the way to CCK to meet her. SPECIAL DELIVERY! Due to some reasons. Sorry if I kept delaying the time, I was like afraid, your friend seems a little bit upset. HEHE! After that, I went straight to town to meet Fafa and Fyza. We had lunch at Pastamania, we went around FarEast surveyed nice clothes. We went Heeren to take my CD. We went Bugis, Sheesha at Arab Street. Wonderful until the night was spoilt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15th February '09, Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;STUDY STUDY STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16th February '09, Monday.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305605877313946386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SaFMb2OFwxI/AAAAAAAAMdw/pMPXJsA6PwU/s320/valkyrie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I had Macdonald's breakfast with Amat at the interchange. Then, we watched Valkyrie at Century Square. It was a quick meet up. So, we split at about 4 plus as I really need intensive revision. Anyways, Valkyrie was this guy during Hitler's territory. Amazing, but sad. He died as a true hero. Not everyone dares to do that. It's a true story by the way. Late afternoon, Hana and Salim's conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17th February '09, Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;STUDY STUDY STUDY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18th February '09, Wednesday.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305605307525508578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SaFL6rl8LeI/AAAAAAAAMdY/zLFWwcOql1k/s320/DSC00128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was a big day. Everyone wished me well. Mom prayed for me, she prepared me special drink, she reminded me to say prayers. Dad sent me to school. So, can you see the reason as to why I love my parents very much. Especially Mom. They're very supportive eventhough, I failed this particular module. I upset them. Thank God, I'm lucky. Exam's MCQ were okay. SAQ wise. "-.- *gulp!* I chilled in school with Irah, while waiting for after lunch so that she could pay her school fees. Then, I head down to town, waited for Amat for nearly 2 hours as I need the camera and he had Walk a Jog. I felt terrible&lt;br /&gt;because I was late to meet Fye at Afghanistan's Macdonald. Lucky, Ida came too. So, she accompanied Fye for a moment at the same time, keep calling like one mother asking her daughter to come home quick. HAHAHA. To my surprised when I reached, Amalina was there too. Then we head down to Ida's house as Ida wants to learn how to make a website. Fye was supposed to teach her. But just a little due to time constraint and we browse facebook, gossips, friendster, MSN, blogs. Finally, a visit to Ida's new upgraded bedroom where we then took pictures. Then, we went to sit down under the void deck, continue with out topic, had drinks before Fye and I left for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19th February '09, Thurssday.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305603879316466450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SaFKnjGXqxI/AAAAAAAAMc4/yCjkcjFtQW4/s320/Pictures+to+print!1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My mom turned 50. (: The best Mom WWW! But we didn't celebrate on the day, we went Baalwi Mosque as it's a Friday night. Wirid, pray together and all. My aunt was there too. Oh yes, the older she turns, the more sensitive she is. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20th February '09, Friday.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305603883743327954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SaFKnzl0NtI/AAAAAAAAMdA/X9rwuc7aV0E/s320/Pictures+to+print!2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305605309184568114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SaFL6xxfazI/AAAAAAAAMdg/hxqSVI8-HRQ/s320/DSC00332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I get to drive like after so long. I fetched my sister as she was sick, from school together with Amat. We had breakfast at KFC. Then I send my sister and the car back. Amat and I then went library to download games. Then I was so bored run out of ideas, we went to watch movie again. This time, Outlander. Then, went Bedok to have my lunch and back home. At night, Celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21st February '09, Saturday.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305605300862403826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SaFL6SxVRPI/AAAAAAAAMdQ/umw-piI0jDs/s320/benjamin-button-booknew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out with my friends (who prefers the identity to be disclose). Watched Benjamin Button as there's free tickets. Benjamin Button's storyline is very unique. Very different from any other movie and it's worth the time and cash. 3 hours show! You just need to understand. Some parts, makes my eyes just gonna shed tears you know. HAHA! After that, we went Lau Pa Sat (Old Market) to eat and then bought burgers at Macdonald's to eat at Esplanade. At the same time, talk and talk and talk till time was up. THANKS FOR THE MOVIE! (: Oh ya, Rahman had activation. Really, I was so worried for him, because he didn't have enough rest and the next day he has to work. He only slept around 4 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22nd February '09, Sunday.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305603866526738802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SaFKmzdD6XI/AAAAAAAAMco/rMf5HM3WPTo/s320/Pictures+to+print!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosque again! HEHE!. So, I woke up at 4am by Rahman, got ready and all. Dad sent mum, sis and me to Masjid Mydin. It was good. They talked about Surah, and what it means. Then talked about Hell. The fire. Who'll be in hell. The only ones going to hell is Jin or Human beings. I met Nabil's mom. So, I said hi to her. She said to Nabil that I look better now, because I've gained weight. 4-5 years ago my weight was still 43Kg. HAHA. Now, beyond! After Masjid Mydin, we head to Raimah for breakfast then, Jamiyah for another syarahan. More specific topics like what can cause your prayers to be unappropriate or wrong. I was really, really sleepy. I dozed off couple of times. HAHA! Then, went home straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What A WEEK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; tomorrow's PRCP. Please pray that i'll breeze through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-6353637097807938611?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/6353637097807938611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=6353637097807938611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/6353637097807938611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/6353637097807938611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/02/nobody-said-it-was-easy.html' title='Nobody said it was easy.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SaFKnbOQOFI/AAAAAAAAMcw/KHMv1jbynE8/s72-c/My+Pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-6401772920369327302</id><published>2009-02-12T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:46:54.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Look what I've found at &lt;a href="http://world.doubutsu-uranai.com/index.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!. Suggested by my neighbour Adly Hazamir. Cool or what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are Gold Elephant type of person, who tends to be fresh, straightforward and hold a pure heart.&lt;br /&gt;You look very active, cheerful and articulate.&lt;br /&gt;You are good-looking woman.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be very intelligent, and are not a difficult person.&lt;br /&gt;Your honest and good personality attracts many people.&lt;br /&gt;You also possess will power and have perseverance.&lt;br /&gt;You put your maximum effort in anything you do, which gives a favorable impression to others.&lt;br /&gt;Although, you don't depend on others easily, your rationalism and argumentative personality is something you should watch out for.&lt;br /&gt;You sometimes change completely and surprises people.&lt;br /&gt;Those Gold Elephants who had lived most of their lives with their parents have this tendency.&lt;br /&gt;They hurt other people's feelings by being too blunt.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, you tend to be extremely polite most of the times.&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who have left home and live independently tend to be polite.&lt;br /&gt;The loneliness of living on your own seems to mature your character.&lt;br /&gt;You will not go into deep relationship with ordinary office working men.&lt;br /&gt;But you do not go much for macho type and those who assert themselves too much.&lt;br /&gt;Your cheerful and active personality may give a wrong impression, but you will be extremely good at keeping your home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-6401772920369327302?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/6401772920369327302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=6401772920369327302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/6401772920369327302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/6401772920369327302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/02/they-say.html' title='they say.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-4792002843743572909</id><published>2009-02-12T00:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T01:16:03.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAWWEESOME.</title><content type='html'>I'm having my break for now. So, since last night I didn't update my blog. Here it is as promised to people. This week has been quite a memorable one to me and some. Exams is coming is a week time. I really have to prepare myself. To understand all the things that I've nt been understanding. HAHA! Alrights, so here are the updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th FEB. ICA presentation. It was crazy. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th FEB. WORK. It was a crazy one. because I had to take the transport since i was from the interchange. So, I got to meet few of my never-endless- crazziness colleagues. They're like super hyper. God knows why. So, I start at 10pm all the way to 6am in the morning. AND at the 6am, they wanted me to join them for breakfast at Simpang. Gosh, my eyes were really like closing. Asyraf was behaving super irritating male bitch. Imitate me laugh, saying mushy stuffs. ERGH. I really hate mushy mushy. ESP when it's coming from a guy. I felt like vomiting. But he stopped when I called him to stop being a MALE CABARET. HAHAHA! So, I only reached home like 8am the next day.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301583035845257538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SZMBrp7LKUI/AAAAAAAAL88/uGiIyw0OYas/s320/New+Folder3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;8th FEB. GIRLFRIENDS day. Rahman shouted at me to wake me up at 10am. Then I had to clean the whole house as Danish is coming back home that night. Then I got ready, straight away ran to take my tickets before meeting Irah at Pasir Ris Interchange which I initially got lost finding the number 5 stand. HAHA! "-.- Then we went to Wisma Atria to collect my dearest C905 back! Yay. HAHAHA. We had hiking in Orchard to take number 16 when we actually can take back number 5. I think SBS has yet to update their internet. We then landed ourselves one stop before that CATAPRONE hotel. 2nd hiking for the day.&lt;br /&gt;So, we went to Zouk's flea and easy. HAHA. Alot of sales, whole mole sale. Cheap cheap. I got myself a brand new dress which they sold in the net for $34, i got it for $13. After bargaining of course. I love to bargain. So, I bargain Irah's too. Oh, guess who we met? Irah's first love! Lie after 3 years they never met, they finally did at ZOUK. And Irah, was like shy and all. "-.- Haqem was super friendly. After that, we land ourselves to KGC to have dinner and then went to meet Sery and her friend, Faz at (okay, i forgot). And I'm surprised it sells liquor. First time I see in Arab Street. HAHA. the place sells sheesha cheaper at only 12 bucks. Of course, I didn't due to this vulnerable lungs. I wouldn't harm myself too. HAHA. YP infront of us kind of turns me off. Keep looking and looking, talking and talking so loud. Lucky I was there only for a while before I went off to meet dearest WAL. Accompanied her to have her meal, then she bought head bands at DIVA and then, we left to head to Tampines. We found a new place to talk! Hehehe. And that talk really makes me realise something. Today, I am not what I am in the past, what I promised myself not to do. She's experiencing what I've experienced before. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301581572257480290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SZMAWdop_mI/AAAAAAAAL8c/gVWAYYkfIXA/s320/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301581564527072354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SZMAWA1lVGI/AAAAAAAAL8U/x52vnVfYZUA/s320/08022009355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301581574926686610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SZMAWnlC2ZI/AAAAAAAAL8k/NKgPF2aeotc/s320/DSC00012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th FEB. OUCH OUCH. I had dental appointment in the morning. which they put me a column rubber bands now and extra 5 hanging on my teeth. How&lt;br /&gt;GREAT the feeling is. That I can only eat soups or porridge only. So, i had my brunch at Bugis' Banquet which I ate painfully with Amat. Okay, I know you guys&lt;br /&gt;will be so happy to hear this name. Amat this, Amat that. Shut up okay. I swear, everyday there will be at least one person that would talk about Amat.&lt;br /&gt;Why uh? Anyways, after that, we went library for a while to charge. And then, catch a movie UNDERWORLD. It's interesting about vampires and werewolfs.&lt;br /&gt;Totally not the same as Twillight. I know there's different seasons but this is my first time watching it. Chill out at esplanade for awhile, I had my&lt;br /&gt;pain killer before we call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th FEB. FALL OUT BOYS!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301581565966137298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SZMAWGMrt9I/AAAAAAAAL8M/EcYX3OUhLZU/s320/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301580661458519794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SZL_hcpQxvI/AAAAAAAAL8E/YOwOZHn5ubo/s320/DSC00032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301580655348088498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SZL_hF4a_rI/AAAAAAAAL78/zpV3d7Jo7i4/s320/DSC00469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301580644603610498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SZL_gd2vRYI/AAAAAAAAL7k/BVgYbxvUwDA/s320/DSC00477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301580646272761986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SZL_gkEsgII/AAAAAAAAL7s/Mvw7ThRcXV0/s320/DSC00476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301580652666821154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SZL_g75KGiI/AAAAAAAAL70/CukRpqZ-OwI/s320/DSC00474.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Anyways, I'm a big fan of FACEBOOK now. Hahaha. Add me okay.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301583032104478594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SZMBrb_TZ4I/AAAAAAAAL80/dpO9REaeUFc/s320/facebook..jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought of cutting my hair but looks like a No for now. (:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301581576605388258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SZMAWt1RzeI/AAAAAAAAL8s/uA44F2fGDxs/s320/comments.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-4792002843743572909?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/4792002843743572909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=4792002843743572909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/4792002843743572909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/4792002843743572909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/02/aaaawweesome.html' title='AAAAWWEESOME.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SZMBrp7LKUI/AAAAAAAAL88/uGiIyw0OYas/s72-c/New+Folder3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-6984229146542591550</id><published>2009-02-08T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T12:04:58.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there sunsets and silhoutte dreams?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/wGzx9fnj74/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/wGzx9fnj74/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #e6e6e6"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/rFM9TMC/music/z-dTMLSH/hannah_combs_you_be_the_anchor_that_keeps_my_feet_on_the_gro/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be here by the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams&lt;br /&gt;All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;And every waves drags me to sea&lt;br /&gt;I could stand here for hours&lt;br /&gt;Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"&lt;br /&gt;With a tear in His voice, He said, "Son, that's the question."&lt;br /&gt;Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I felt like shit since yesterday. I just don't know why. Maybe it's just my imagination. Maybe I'm just over. But I'm seriously pissed for desperately waiting. If you don't bother, just don't. Don't ever at all. In return, I'll do the same way as you just want it to be. If that's your wish, I'll make it true. Because I don't know, was it even my fault in the first place. I hate silence because it kills. It left you hanging without knowing, left you thinking without an answer to your brain. It's sickening to be short. And I'm going to be one now because you've killed me. So, tell me now, should you trust people in the first place? Should words that people told, we ought to believe? That's all. Think about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Extremely big THANK YOU my colleagues, Shakina especially for comforting me, Shahira, Asyraf and Hafiz. I think I'll be lazy to go to work if it wasn't for them. Last night has alot of calls due to soccer match. Please go to sleep, or watch soccer without snacks. I'm lazy to take your calls. HAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-6984229146542591550?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/6984229146542591550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=6984229146542591550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/6984229146542591550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/6984229146542591550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-there-sunsets-and-silhoutte-dreams.html' title='Is there sunsets and silhoutte dreams?'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-3200402279296741646</id><published>2009-02-06T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:45:25.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peek-a-boo!</title><content type='html'>Hey! I’m back to blogging world. HAHA. I know, like finally. Friends have been bugging me to write something. Past few days and weeks, I was quite moody, I got sick, I was terribly down, upset. Name all those negative things please, if you must. Currently, I’m in quite a happy mode because ICA is finally over. I’m super relieved after the presentation. Felt like cool wind from Herbal Essence just came blowing right through my hair. HAHA! What an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I miss a lot of people. Especially, my nephew as he’s not coming back for this week. I’m so going to bully him when he comes back. I miss my friends especially my best friends. Gosh, I’m wondering how they’re doing. It’s so hard to contact Fye and Ida now. I hope they won’t forget me. I know Fye doesn’t. HAHA! Facebook is getting the hold of us. We’re like addicted. I had an impromptu plan with Lex in school and we saw Chris too. Both were from my Ang Mo Kio’s attachment. I just want to tell that, I’m really glad for you guys had made it through everything. I’m sure you’ll be professionals one day. Lex and I wrote some friendship notes on the board. Hey, I really hope you’ll be going out on Valentine’s Day at least, with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed doing project with Mahirah yesterday at Downtown East. I was quite unwell in the first place. But I think I got well when we started cracking jokes and doing crazy things like commented each other in TAGGED, spreading love and buying each other as pets. Can you believe it? You can buy each other. What a crap. HAHAHA! Well, I was there to have fun. I really enjoyed, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-3200402279296741646?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/3200402279296741646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=3200402279296741646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/3200402279296741646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/3200402279296741646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/02/peek-boo.html' title='peek-a-boo!'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-4159736335455542922</id><published>2009-01-29T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:22:25.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There She Goes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; AL-FATIHAH&lt;br /&gt;In Loving Memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FATIMA SALON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297416317009261634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SYQ0Esqx9EI/AAAAAAAAL7c/GhoI3qaOOkQ/s320/DSC02316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There she go, leaving us marked on 29th January 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The one and only granny that is left for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The one who would always remind me to pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The one who loves to buy me ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The one who I always argue with about radio and the TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The one who I massage every night when she fell down from the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The one who I will always bump at Bedok though she would stay at aunt's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The one who loves and cooks the best fish curry not to forget roti kirai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But she fell down and had a hip replacement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since then, she couldn't walk, therapy at St. Andrews. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would always buy for her naan and curry every week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She became a neighbour of Yana's granny after discharged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We would watch indonesia sinetron together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She then transferred to Sembawang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to send her medications every month and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;send her to clinic in Bedok every 3 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I appreciate I was given the chance to talk to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt extremely sad. I didn't get to talk to her for the last time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't get to say sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To tell her that I actually care for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To tell her that I was happy to have her around as the last granny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On her last breath, on the last day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I got was, kiss her cheek when each of us threw pacai around her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe it, she already left this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So unexpected. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-4159736335455542922?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/4159736335455542922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=4159736335455542922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/4159736335455542922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/4159736335455542922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-she-goes.html' title='There She Goes.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SYQ0Esqx9EI/AAAAAAAAL7c/GhoI3qaOOkQ/s72-c/DSC02316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-2820198105168876724</id><published>2009-01-26T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:59:38.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heart in tow</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/qo0gZyvCFM/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/qo0gZyvCFM/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #e6e6e6"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/cutesipia/music/WdJzLjWB/tegan_and_sara_where_does_the_good_go/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Where do you go with your broken heart in tow&lt;br /&gt;What do you do with the left over you&lt;br /&gt;And how do you know, when to let go&lt;br /&gt;Where does the good go, where does the good go&lt;br /&gt;Look me in the eye and tell me you don't find me attractive&lt;br /&gt;Look me in the heart and tell me you won't go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-2820198105168876724?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/2820198105168876724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=2820198105168876724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/2820198105168876724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/2820198105168876724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/01/heart-in-tow.html' title='heart in tow'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-5393535594176485946</id><published>2009-01-24T01:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T01:31:16.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>big nostrils' burstday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXn-ZZlcfdI/AAAAAAAALTo/xhHgFJK_n5g/s1600-h/P1080499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294542549268856274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXn-ZZlcfdI/AAAAAAAALTo/xhHgFJK_n5g/s320/P1080499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy 24th Birthday Rahman! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;I sang a very loud birthday song at 12am just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-5393535594176485946?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/5393535594176485946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=5393535594176485946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/5393535594176485946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/5393535594176485946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-nostrils-burstday.html' title='big nostrils&apos; burstday.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXn-ZZlcfdI/AAAAAAAALTo/xhHgFJK_n5g/s72-c/P1080499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-707128186601600377</id><published>2009-01-23T02:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T02:51:48.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burst-day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Falls on 20th January, clock strikes 12, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm wishing my dearest craziest sister ever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A very Happy 28th Birthday!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294190613976756114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXi-UEdKr5I/AAAAAAAALTY/p01ZHW9QBFc/s320/Porcushrew(1438)-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, not to forget to her husband too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which falls on 22nd January, he just turned 34. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294190625037480306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXi-UtqP8XI/AAAAAAAALTg/6NKRHdhZWpE/s320/P1080551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope their marriage lasts forever. I hope they'll have at least 2 more kids (heheh!). My sister to stop her nonesense and hope she'll pass her degree. Hope she'll become a principal soon. Hope she'll wear tudung one day. My brother in law to do well in his career. And them, being a success parents one day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I just had a long 2 hours talk with Rahman just now. We had a debate. Haha! But yea, serious talkings sometimes helps to understand better. It's been so long since I had these kind of talk with him. But I'm glad I made him better with all the upset days he had last night. I guess my birthday plan would just spoil it. HMMM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-707128186601600377?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/707128186601600377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=707128186601600377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/707128186601600377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/707128186601600377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/01/burst-day.html' title='burst-day.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXi-UEdKr5I/AAAAAAAALTY/p01ZHW9QBFc/s72-c/Porcushrew(1438)-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-959445916044214876</id><published>2009-01-19T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T02:32:01.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're my star &amp; that's not very far.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met Amat, eat at Sakura.&lt;br /&gt;Readings at Esplanade library.&lt;br /&gt;CONVO at Esplanade. (hehehee!)&lt;br /&gt;Amat was so cute lah, I felt like a primary school kid for a moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; Last, a catch up with Adli and Wal together with Amat at Starbucks @ Tampines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, Ika was around there too with her friend. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then Big sis was there too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, piah and Rahman dropped by to send the cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think there was like wholesome of people, different timings. "-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sakura @ City Hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294149604093723090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXiZA-vIAdI/AAAAAAAALSg/R-mb31N_snc/s320/P1090607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294149606170479922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXiZBGeQzTI/AAAAAAAALSo/S7hT86VWyNU/s320/P1090609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Library @ Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294149614864740130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXiZBm3IryI/AAAAAAAALSw/M-xiH0Cp59Y/s320/P1090610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294149617954463186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXiZByXyHdI/AAAAAAAALS4/Mxbjydp0rwk/s320/P1090611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Esplanade, theatre by the bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294149625282726130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXiZCNq-iPI/AAAAAAAALTA/jQVHowncm_0/s320/P1090612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294177942929500626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXiyyhIFadI/AAAAAAAALTI/MIcu0VvWa1M/s320/P1090629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Starbucks with Wal and Adli, secondary school buddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294177953596728578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXiyzI3WZQI/AAAAAAAALTQ/xXTsr9svQG8/s320/P1090638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-959445916044214876?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/959445916044214876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=959445916044214876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/959445916044214876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/959445916044214876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/01/youre-my-star-thats-not-very-far.html' title='You&apos;re my star &amp; that&apos;s not very far.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXiZA-vIAdI/AAAAAAAALSg/R-mb31N_snc/s72-c/P1090607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-2110784109405830046</id><published>2009-01-18T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:57:37.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking On Air.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294128322770800354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXiFqPoWjuI/AAAAAAAALRo/xWSUCMXZmT8/s320/DSC00417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294128330624727810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXiFqs43-wI/AAAAAAAALRw/4Yp4NSNP6LA/s320/DSC00418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294128333597409010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXiFq39nfvI/AAAAAAAALR4/bShIOB7tKAI/s320/DSC00424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294128342285169474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXiFrYU8M0I/AAAAAAAALSA/oZ8eMSEnCQ0/s320/DSC00425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I had a lovely date with Wal at Pasir Ris Park. It was awesome. I just love the colors that day. Bright, sunny, windy and the sea looks green that day. Oh, guess we saw at the Interchange? AZFARINAH!!! All the Changkat people, please be shocked. Of course Ida would because her old love. Sorry Ida, have to announce to the whole world here. Hahaha! I tell you, she would make a perfect lesbian partner if you would love to have one, one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did alot of catching up. We had alot of change. From the attitude, the thinking, the way we dress and all. I have to admit all that. I should look back to our secondary school picture and post it here. There's a MAJOR change. I'm serious. Hahaha! Anyhoots, I love you Wal. I hope you won't make yourself depressed but make yourself better with things you never did before or wishes to. Alrights? Love-love kissy-kissy! Tee-hee! Okay, Ida sucks big time because she could not make it as she's going on a date. I bet, you missed it!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXiFrhDhqTI/AAAAAAAALSI/SDAzUZ20Ca8/s1600-h/DSC00419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294128344628046130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXiFrhDhqTI/AAAAAAAALSI/SDAzUZ20Ca8/s320/DSC00419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-2110784109405830046?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/2110784109405830046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=2110784109405830046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/2110784109405830046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/2110784109405830046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/01/walking-on-air.html' title='Walking On Air.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXiFqPoWjuI/AAAAAAAALRo/xWSUCMXZmT8/s72-c/DSC00417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-3735763352430919814</id><published>2009-01-16T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:58:10.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Set The World On Fire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXhZ0-Vi3yI/AAAAAAAALQ4/MSk7ddAqV-U/s1600-h/SNC14989.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXhZ0vSuCVI/AAAAAAAALQw/1PPsvccn-sk/s1600-h/SNC14991.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXhZ0vSuCVI/AAAAAAAALQw/1PPsvccn-sk/s1600-h/SNC14991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294080124557068626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXhZ0vSuCVI/AAAAAAAALQw/1PPsvccn-sk/s320/SNC14991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294080128595451682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXhZ0-Vi3yI/AAAAAAAALQ4/MSk7ddAqV-U/s320/SNC14989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294080134274714514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXhZ1Tfli5I/AAAAAAAALRA/p6_m4ZNVDFY/s320/SNC15004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I had breakfast with Amat at Raffles Place's Mcdonald's while waiting for Wall and his supposed-ly date to come. We had really some breakfast. Haha!Both of us had Big Breakfast and I had an additional burger whiler Amat had another hotcakes. Sounds greedy but we're hungry. We then had a little short trip to Far East Square.Just wanted to see whether my memory is working but I just could not find the Pizza Hut where I went to dine in with Hana and Ida. Down for awhile. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went to this place called, "Titanic". I think because the edge looks like the shape of the boat where the hero and heroin in the movie was said to be having their fly away pose. Hahaha! I wasn't doing that when I was there hor. The breeze, yes the BREEZE it makes me very sleepy, drowsy &amp;amp; giddy. I was like 90% sleepy mode and I look terrible when we camwhored. So, we decided to head down toMcdonald's at Marina Square where I had Ice Creams! Followed by surveying of MP3s at Harvey Norman. You know what? I'm getting Sony; Walkman NWZB103F. This time, for REAL. My ipod really becomingmore terrible than ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294084741162715778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXheBdfRyoI/AAAAAAAALRY/rzRttHVYE6Y/s320/SNC15058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294084736321487778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXheBLdCg6I/AAAAAAAALRQ/YpRFBtxl2XM/s320/SNC15049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294084733200749186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXheA_0_0oI/AAAAAAAALRI/ZNacpbDViuA/s320/SNC15047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294084743808921746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXheBnWLsJI/AAAAAAAALRg/6LsDDhJIUnQ/s320/SNC15103.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Wall then came. The date cancelled at the very last minute. A small hang out with his friend too before we head off to Cineleisure where another friend of his came, Cartini. Who apparently to a nurse and wasfrom NYP too previously. We had a DVD session at E-max, dinner at a coffeshop whose Chicken Rice has bloody red chickens, hang out at Fort Canning and lastly at this circle place near Bugis (which I can't remember the name. tee-hee!).Oh ya, glad that we're meeting Cartini again because she like paid the whole amount of Taxi fare that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-3735763352430919814?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/3735763352430919814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=3735763352430919814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/3735763352430919814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/3735763352430919814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/01/set-world-on-fire.html' title='Set The World On Fire.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXhZ0vSuCVI/AAAAAAAALQw/1PPsvccn-sk/s72-c/SNC14991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-3627987685946193255</id><published>2009-01-14T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T19:33:32.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pot Luck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXHBDErMz7I/AAAAAAAALQU/wN1cx0QBSWc/s1600-h/IMG_0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292223295675748274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXHBDErMz7I/AAAAAAAALQU/wN1cx0QBSWc/s320/IMG_0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Picnic over at Botanic Gardens was awesome with Amat and Wall. With each of us brought our  own food, pesticide, orangina, pop cam, fuji films, digi cam, crazy pose, happy faces. Later at night, we had Bonesteak at Beach Road, camwhoring at Bugis. Serious, it's a long day will full of plans. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; I love this picture best before we ended our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292223297349062738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXHBDK6JkFI/AAAAAAAALQc/jVJSv7ii7q4/s320/SNC14951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-3627987685946193255?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/3627987685946193255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=3627987685946193255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/3627987685946193255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/3627987685946193255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/01/pot-luck.html' title='Pot Luck.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SXHBDErMz7I/AAAAAAAALQU/wN1cx0QBSWc/s72-c/IMG_0021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-2166674669387155419</id><published>2009-01-12T16:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:51:12.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diorama + Fye + Fafa + Amat = Diofyefamat.</title><content type='html'>The past few days has been an awesome one. Erm, perhaps awesome is a big word, let's just say cool one. Haha! Alrights here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWsDK_xH6dI/AAAAAAAAK50/vx2ObYPRiaA/s1600-h/IMG_8766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290325674727827922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWsDK_xH6dI/AAAAAAAAK50/vx2ObYPRiaA/s320/IMG_8766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9th January,&lt;/strong&gt; I went to look for present with Fye at Interchange for the following's day birthday party. We were abit confuse at a point of time of what to buy and all. Next, to the supermarket where I bought some stuffs as told by mom for breakfast the next morning. After that, we head of to Teh Tarik to have dinner. Oh ya, we bth had the same thing nasi pattaya only that Fye's drink was Iced Milo whereas mine as usual, Milo Dinosaur (teeth already like dinosaur) hahaha! And I bumped into Syafiq, one of my long lost colleague at my workplace. He used to work like every single day but now, rarely seen him around. Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWr8Q7fIL3I/AAAAAAAAK5s/e12nqbtQw1Q/s1600-h/SNC14804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290318080076427122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWr8Q7fIL3I/AAAAAAAAK5s/e12nqbtQw1Q/s320/SNC14804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWr8QsgUmbI/AAAAAAAAK5k/pdwRFtW3sw0/s1600-h/SNC14778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290318076054903218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWr8QsgUmbI/AAAAAAAAK5k/pdwRFtW3sw0/s320/SNC14778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWr8QXEjCZI/AAAAAAAAK5c/P-pQOMHcycU/s1600-h/SNC14775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290318070301264274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWr8QXEjCZI/AAAAAAAAK5c/P-pQOMHcycU/s320/SNC14775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWr8P9XKFfI/AAAAAAAAK5U/fGib7wbI9yg/s1600-h/SNC14774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290318063399998962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWr8P9XKFfI/AAAAAAAAK5U/fGib7wbI9yg/s320/SNC14774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWr8PEiO-tI/AAAAAAAAK5M/vXnUkQpkFGw/s1600-h/SNC14788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290318048145636050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWr8PEiO-tI/AAAAAAAAK5M/vXnUkQpkFGw/s320/SNC14788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10th January,&lt;/strong&gt; I started of the day going with a clumsy and forgetful one. I was to attend brother's gig but I only realised that I forgotten to bring the tickets at the bus stop. Okay, that's normal because every single day, I would forget things not until I realised it at the bus stop. Hahaha! Even mom has been reminding me about it. Can't help it anyway. Nex, met Amat at taxi stand and dinner at Kampong Glam before going to bro's gig. I tell you, I got abit irritated by the waiting because the first band performed had to play all over again because the next band didn't turn up. And then another band, and so, bro's performance was some sort of delayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, it's was awesome this time, I can hear Shahri sing clear and bro drum except that Erza. He keeps adjusting the guitar. It makes one side of the band abit un-cool. Anyways, this isn't the first time he's going that. But in every performance that I watched. Oh wells, he did his best too though. (: When the show's over, we watched, Amat, Wall and their friend (I can't remember his name) jammed. It's really funny the part where Wall sang his very own song which he made only in minutes called, "I Want To Go Home, Now" before we left the place. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, separated, Sis and I went to take 7, I had to dropped of somewhere near before Fye and I went to Hisyam's sister birthday chalet. Sorry Fye for being late. Hahaha. And alight at the wrong place, we had to walk all the way in. When we reached the place, everyone's was asleep even the birthday girl. So, left with the rest of his cousins. Talk, communicate, catch up stuffs, eat and eat and eat when we're not hungry before we left the place. Haha! I have to say thank you so much to Hisyam because he paid for my cab fare or else I had to take Night Rider home. Pasir Ris Park should make an ATM machine somewhere. If an ATM-maker is reading this, please make an ATM at PRP. So, it's convenient for people like me. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then. I miss my phone, btw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-2166674669387155419?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/2166674669387155419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=2166674669387155419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/2166674669387155419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/2166674669387155419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/01/diorama-fye-fafa-amat-diofyefamat.html' title='Diorama + Fye + Fafa + Amat = Diofyefamat.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWsDK_xH6dI/AAAAAAAAK50/vx2ObYPRiaA/s72-c/IMG_8766.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-1178022659225599277</id><published>2009-01-10T14:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T14:32:07.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you-say-nothing-syndrome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My emotional week has come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know what, I'm kind of phobia believing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trusting and being understanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Truth and lies just hurts and I ought to learn that lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-1178022659225599277?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/1178022659225599277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=1178022659225599277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/1178022659225599277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/1178022659225599277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-say-nothing-syndrome.html' title='you-say-nothing-syndrome.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-5806860445868739569</id><published>2009-01-09T12:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:58:40.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rejoooo-venated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWbWVIKD4wI/AAAAAAAAKzA/OHp9jttGVek/s1600-h/DSC01637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289150470848504578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWbWVIKD4wI/AAAAAAAAKzA/OHp9jttGVek/s320/DSC01637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWbWU8BNtQI/AAAAAAAAKy4/Kx3Q3FGSEII/s1600-h/DSC01640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289150467590173954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWbWU8BNtQI/AAAAAAAAKy4/Kx3Q3FGSEII/s320/DSC01640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWbWUxfL1ZI/AAAAAAAAKyw/_Df8IVTZkd0/s1600-h/DSC01638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289150464763090322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWbWUxfL1ZI/AAAAAAAAKyw/_Df8IVTZkd0/s320/DSC01638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We go 7! This person knows alot about me. The one I will show my tantrums to because he's irritating. Hahaha. He's super irritating yesterday. Yea, we had breakfast yesterday. I was supposed to wake him up but ended up he was the one who woke me up instead. Hahaha! We met at 1030 at Thiong Bahru, Lucky there was still breakfast for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we went to watch IP Man. It is a great, I really enjoyed the movie and kind of like touched. I really think he deserved those skills he had and really useful. Anyways, the General is hot though he's bald. He's still look gorgeous especially in that army uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he passed me his phone because he asked me a favour to help him send for repair. &amp;amp; he would treat me one day! yay! hahaha. Erm, okay, he's birthday like coming soon. I'm gonna make the most irritating celebration ever in his life. Then before we went separate ways, we camwhore. kay, I know I've been doing this like 3 conservative days. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met mum afterwards to go for massage session. It was my very first time. and I was like shocked! they asked me to be naked. Hahaha! But it was nice, relaxing. I slept like 1 hour i guess. Felt, rejuvenated. Not until I had to rush back to work. "-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-5806860445868739569?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/5806860445868739569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=5806860445868739569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/5806860445868739569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/5806860445868739569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/01/rejoooo-venated.html' title='rejoooo-venated.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWbWVIKD4wI/AAAAAAAAKzA/OHp9jttGVek/s72-c/DSC01637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-1405571939568386305</id><published>2009-01-08T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:32:17.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you only live once.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWZFZNhQ_rI/AAAAAAAAKyo/DNWEM2wBOyw/s1600-h/DSC04400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288991111821459122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWZFZNhQ_rI/AAAAAAAAKyo/DNWEM2wBOyw/s320/DSC04400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWZFZDTntGI/AAAAAAAAKyg/YGxA4bLy8HM/s1600-h/DSC04407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288991109079872610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWZFZDTntGI/AAAAAAAAKyg/YGxA4bLy8HM/s320/DSC04407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWZFYlG6dCI/AAAAAAAAKyY/olAkJK7j4iI/s1600-h/DSC04423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288991100973511714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWZFYlG6dCI/AAAAAAAAKyY/olAkJK7j4iI/s320/DSC04423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I spoilt Amat's day by coming late, like 1 hour. Sorry about that but I was amazed, he was still smiling and laughing. Hahaha! If it was Ida or Wal or Rahman or Fye, I bet they will like call and call non-stop, sms me sarcastically. Funny but true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, we went to watch Transporter 3 at The Cathay. I just realised that the hero was the same one from Death Race. I love his acting, especially when he drives and in this movie, he's great at fighting. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After movie, dinner at BK and actually was supposed to survey some polaroids but forgotten totally about it until we met Wall at Bugis. (: Hang out for awhile until his band mates came, we went camwhoring like we-got-nothing-to-do mode. hahaha. Until a point of time, I realised that I took the wrong bus and mum was like angry because I went out everyday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-1405571939568386305?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/1405571939568386305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=1405571939568386305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/1405571939568386305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/1405571939568386305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-only-live-once.html' title='you only live once.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWZFZNhQ_rI/AAAAAAAAKyo/DNWEM2wBOyw/s72-c/DSC04400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-6666640207524735620</id><published>2009-01-06T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T02:21:48.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we are handsome people.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWZCPgsFO1I/AAAAAAAAKxw/iXCfrBxwZUM/s1600-h/n667962596_2353428_2532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288987646633524050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWZCPgsFO1I/AAAAAAAAKxw/iXCfrBxwZUM/s320/n667962596_2353428_2532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288987647662421090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWZCPkhY9GI/AAAAAAAAKx4/4a5mc3DECNI/s320/n667962596_2353426_1973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288987652257600546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWZCP1o91CI/AAAAAAAAKyA/dvaBkaT9jYo/s320/n667962596_2353503_9549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288987660801322514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWZCQVd8rhI/AAAAAAAAKyI/CiLys_TfvDw/s320/n667962596_2353433_4681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288987662612097250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWZCQcNq6OI/AAAAAAAAKyQ/jiG-8ZBgmwI/s320/n667962596_2353507_696.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I had a big tummy after eating with Cousin Ema to Seoul Garden. Hahaha! We were like eating non-stop and spent almost 3 hours plus there, eating all we might. And then, came 2 people sat right beside our table and keeps boasting as if she's like one on hot bitch. But nah, her friend was way better! Hahaha. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, we went window shopping and get too tired, end up sitting at Mc Cafe. that's when i saw Azierah, Adib's girlfriend (not sure whether they are still?). But Adib is Azwan's good friend in BRTC. Too good to be true la. hahaha! &amp;amp; then, cousin went singing techno, i listened to mp3 and then waited for time to call it a day. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-6666640207524735620?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/6666640207524735620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=6666640207524735620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/6666640207524735620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/6666640207524735620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-are-handsome-people.html' title='we are handsome people.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWZCPgsFO1I/AAAAAAAAKxw/iXCfrBxwZUM/s72-c/n667962596_2353428_2532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-1194200268977924957</id><published>2009-01-05T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:17:11.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>check yes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm Tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWIjkyHPP2I/AAAAAAAAKqk/kNw2vFihUMU/s1600-h/hhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287828027320778594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWIjkyHPP2I/AAAAAAAAKqk/kNw2vFihUMU/s320/hhh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's the plan for this week which was planned a week ago:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th Jan: Send Nenek for check up.&lt;br /&gt;6th Jan: School and date with Cousin Ema to Seoul Garden. ($20+)&lt;br /&gt;7th Jan: School again, then dental appointment @ 3:15pm and movie. ($155)&lt;br /&gt;8th Jan: Sleeping day! Working late night. (ezlink $52)&lt;br /&gt;9th Jan: School again and again. Present hunting with Fye in the evening. ($20)&lt;br /&gt;10th Jan: Brother's gig with Amat and late night with Fye to Hisyam's K2 sister chalet. (her birthday)&lt;br /&gt;11th Jan: Family day. Work.&lt;br /&gt;13th Jan: Buy polaroid. Picnic with Amat. ($70+)&lt;br /&gt;18th Jan: Khai Biskot Teh Kau Kau's birthday surprise.&lt;br /&gt;20th-22th Jan: Sister and Bro-in-law's brithday.&lt;br /&gt;25th Jan: Man's birthday celebration. (PAY DAY!!!)&lt;br /&gt;30th Jan: PAY DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, done-ed. Wah, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bankrupt.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work for the past two days was all i can say, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MADNESS.&lt;/span&gt; We picked up calls but there's like 30 over calls still waiting. The crazier part came about when I felt relieved in the first place that there's no calls and when i hung up a call, suddenly shoot! came 30 over calls again. WHOA. That is Saturday yea. Sunday, I was lucky, I got Diyana to divide the shift with me. I actually work 8-4am but then i took 8pm to 12, she took 12 to 4am. (: Cool right?&lt;br /&gt;do you know? Sunday I discovered alot of people that i know in the workplace. Aishah was actually my besfriend classmate, Azman and Aishah were actually siblings, both of them were junior from my secondary school, Amirul too, Hakim was my classmate, Indra my brother's friend, Hidayah was my previous colleague's bestfriend and the list goes on and on and on. Phew! Cool isn't it? It's a small world after all. I want to make a map one of the days. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had to travel up to send my dad so that I could use the car, from Tampines to Sembawang to Bedok to Sembawang and back to Tampines again. Really tiring. I was like coughing and coughing. Couldn't take this coughing anymore. I need to kill it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287828033728453026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWIjlJ-8maI/AAAAAAAAKqs/OS2TV2eHncU/s320/DSC01603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh ya, right now I'm really pathetic because Danish pulled out my keyboard's letter O and my C905 phone is under repair, I'm using this you-can-only-type-msg-using-dictionary LG phone and my organiser is already very thick. Really damnnit. Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; everyone is linked! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-1194200268977924957?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/1194200268977924957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=1194200268977924957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/1194200268977924957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/1194200268977924957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/01/check-yes.html' title='check yes!'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SWIjkyHPP2I/AAAAAAAAKqk/kNw2vFihUMU/s72-c/hhh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-4040326824543580695</id><published>2009-01-03T18:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:19:15.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the king is back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's Expression.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SV87VS8751I/AAAAAAAAKqc/fmH3J3_DAEY/s1600-h/DSC01592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287009724606965586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SV87VS8751I/AAAAAAAAKqc/fmH3J3_DAEY/s320/DSC01592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Clock strikes 12pm, I'm off to Woodlands to meet my bestfriend, Fye anak pak Sally. Hehehehe! We went to watched Bedtime Story; starring Adam Sandler. It was hilarious, but not yet super like I've said. It is funny though and predictable ending or storyline. Hahaha! Erm, yea, Fye was rather mad because Hisyam back out at the very last minute due to NS duty. Poor Fye cause he already booked 3 tickets the day before. I tried asking Hana and Fafa to join by they were busy with something. So, yea, only 2 of us watched it. Romantic right? Better say it's romantic. QUICK! Hahahaha! Oh ya! Russell Brand is like super cool dude. I like the way he speaks. &amp;amp; he's cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so i got my studs after that, surveyed some MP3 prices and yea, that's about it. I need MP3!!! (angry mode). It was really a short outing actually. Fye also had to go for soccer training after that. So, he sent me off to interchange and here I am back, home sweet home. That wasn't long until my crazy brother came back after a month holiday! He got to play snow only for a day! At least he got. Yea, it's been some time I lazed around. Since he's back I'm sure there's alot he wants me to do. Do this, do that. Hahaha! I hope he buy for me something. *winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like playing snow also. Let's grind some ice cubes and throw it on ourselves..... Hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-4040326824543580695?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/4040326824543580695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=4040326824543580695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/4040326824543580695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/4040326824543580695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/01/king-is-back.html' title='the king is back.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SV87VS8751I/AAAAAAAAKqc/fmH3J3_DAEY/s72-c/DSC01592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-9040025996866799320</id><published>2009-01-03T03:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T06:09:02.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gbbb</title><content type='html'>I had a fun over at Singapore's Museum and Fort Canning! It was my very first time going there. It's really unique and cool though the &lt;i&gt;keramat&lt;/i&gt; part was scary. My head started to come out with all sorts of things. Well, Camwhoring was the main event. With......., Amat again! Hahaha. After that, at night, KGC with the rest. I swear I love today!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286785074009692002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SV5vA6QvV2I/AAAAAAAAKbs/QuZe3HIkqJQ/s320/SNC14655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286785073013148178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SV5vA2jJShI/AAAAAAAAKb0/b6ROrt-Ar3Y/s320/SNC14658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SV5vBhcQupI/AAAAAAAAKcE/xOE2jpyWMMg/s1600-h/SNC14698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286785084527000210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SV5vBhcQupI/AAAAAAAAKcE/xOE2jpyWMMg/s320/SNC14698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SV5vBZFRtgI/AAAAAAAAKb8/Nv9g3NByHTw/s1600-h/SNC14685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286785082283111938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SV5vBZFRtgI/AAAAAAAAKb8/Nv9g3NByHTw/s320/SNC14685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-9040025996866799320?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/9040025996866799320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=9040025996866799320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/9040025996866799320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/9040025996866799320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/01/gbbb.html' title='gbbb'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SV5vA6QvV2I/AAAAAAAAKbs/QuZe3HIkqJQ/s72-c/SNC14655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-5647095306833083109</id><published>2009-01-02T07:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T08:41:33.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>johore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SV60JCzvf-I/AAAAAAAAKqQ/pQ6lF-0BGMs/s1600-h/pocucu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286861080045256674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SV60JCzvf-I/AAAAAAAAKqQ/pQ6lF-0BGMs/s320/pocucu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;A JB trip with the family on New Year was great. It was so long since I last stepped there and noticed there's a change in the place. Haha! Anyways, i did something to my hair. Check it out if you want to. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-5647095306833083109?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/5647095306833083109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=5647095306833083109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/5647095306833083109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/5647095306833083109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/01/johore.html' title='johore.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SV60JCzvf-I/AAAAAAAAKqQ/pQ6lF-0BGMs/s72-c/pocucu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-3208946968887061005</id><published>2009-01-01T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:57:59.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello 2009!</title><content type='html'>New year celebration this year is celebrated with only one person, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amatos Sotama!&lt;/span&gt; It was all impromptu actually because this time, it's different. You know, especially when your close friends prefers to celebrate it with their "lovey-dovey" ones and my parents are working plus, Fafa wants to go with her mates. So, since Amat asked me first than the rest of my friends, I decided to go and celebrate it with him. (taking the risk) Hahaha! &amp;amp; I really don't wish to go Siloso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where did we go? Botanical Gardens. Like seriously, no joke. I had a great time there, although it's only two of us. It was my first time going there. &amp;amp; I just love these kind of places. haha! Thanks Amat. You're COOOOOOOOLLLLL! Fireworks? We only see the end parts of it, I mean the edge of it. Though our main purpose was to watch fireworks. But nah, it's okay. Please view. (:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SV5BWwBgFBI/AAAAAAAAKSY/KBjxR-pA7dQ/s1600-h/000553dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286734871683666962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SV5BWwBgFBI/AAAAAAAAKSY/KBjxR-pA7dQ/s320/000553dd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SV5BWF3YVmI/AAAAAAAAKSQ/siOcf3XMuK0/s1600-h/000531hs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286734860366927458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SV5BWF3YVmI/AAAAAAAAKSQ/siOcf3XMuK0/s320/000531hs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SV5BU29CIsI/AAAAAAAAKSA/4u84f254MlE/s1600-h/0005sh0d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286734839184237250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SV5BU29CIsI/AAAAAAAAKSA/4u84f254MlE/s320/0005sh0d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually these are those who we don't really know &amp;amp; randomly pick them to take picture with us. Since they're celebrating NY at the same place. Haha!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286734851209317474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SV5BVjwCTGI/AAAAAAAAKSI/ktJju-ZmMVg/s320/0005wf4y.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-3208946968887061005?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/3208946968887061005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=3208946968887061005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/3208946968887061005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/3208946968887061005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-2009.html' title='hello 2009!'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SV5BWwBgFBI/AAAAAAAAKSY/KBjxR-pA7dQ/s72-c/000553dd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-757668248995931650</id><published>2009-01-01T12:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:58:06.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more gray skies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A year has passed and many things has happened in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;This was the year where I started clubbing. (6th January)&lt;br /&gt;This was the year where I chose to be different.&lt;br /&gt;The year where I learnt when to love and to give in.&lt;br /&gt;The year where I took alot of reponsibilities in the family.&lt;br /&gt;The year where I discover true friends and false.&lt;br /&gt;Where I learnt the proper way of falling love.&lt;br /&gt;Where I more closed to the guy friends than the girls.&lt;br /&gt;The year that I learnt truth and lies hurts.&lt;br /&gt;The year where I failed my exams terribly for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;The year where I experienced the worst attachments.&lt;br /&gt;The year where I started working for the 2nd time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;? I've yet to expect the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm living it up, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for a better tomorrows. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Happy New Year everyone!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;erms, my celebration updates will be up soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-757668248995931650?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/757668248995931650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=757668248995931650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/757668248995931650'/><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-6224686956715346036?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/6224686956715346036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=6224686956715346036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/6224686956715346036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/6224686956715346036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-again.html' title='back again.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-8060598570256375451</id><published>2008-12-25T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:00:02.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silence is golden.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm on a shut-up mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;be back, not sooner or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-8060598570256375451?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-1770846281094550363</id><published>2008-12-17T08:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:28:42.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take your break.</title><content type='html'>Here's update of my latest outing with friends &amp;amp; relatives. Ultimately not exciting at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th Dec, I went to take granny's medicine again because it's early of the new month again. It's very important that she gets her medicine as soon as possible, she's having antibiotics for her bronchitis. I'm scared might have some recurrence if she don't take it few days. She's more vulnerable now, easily get sick. Her voice is more softer and softer as months passed by &amp;amp; her amnesia too getting worse. She sometimes forgot what she ate like few minutes ago. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, Man's comeback, I met him &amp;amp; Naz on the 7th Dec, which is Hari Raya Eve. Dinner at Marina Square, walk around to take pictures &amp;amp; then, send Naz back home. After that, Man &amp;amp; me toured around Jurong. Somewhere edge of Singapore where you could see Malaysia across. He's really good at directions. You just need to tell where. He'll tell you everything. Hahaha. &amp;amp; then, he discovered he got fined $80. Woooohoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th Dec, which was supposed to be Hari Raya, it was rather normal, mom cook something special. We all didn't went out as Dad has to work. Initially we thought of going to JB have dinner at Manhattan's. But since it's a public holiday, possibility of traffic jams, we decided not to. So, me, mom &amp;amp; Fafa went to Cik Ros' house instead and then I drive them to Terminal 3. Tour a little bit as it was mom's and Fafa's first time going there. Dinner at Popeye's was great. I just love the fries there. Hahaha! &amp;amp; of course, the chickens!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th Dec, was the super borind day of the week. I had to work. While Mom &amp;amp; Fafa went to KL, Genting till Sunday. I wanted to follow but Mom insists that I'll be more responsible towards my work. So, I went to work. ): I know, BORING! On the same day itself, Abang left Singapore to go Europe. Not for work neither for studies but HOLIDAYS! How long? Not a few days, not a week even, not even half a month but ONE MONTH! Gosh, everybody's going holiday. I want to go toooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th Dec, I came back home at 4am and I remembered that I've got plan with the cousins. I was supposed to meet them at 1130, but I only left home at 1230. Lucky, I got someone to send me there rather than I have to take cab and pay the fare. Haha! I thought of buying breakfast for my dad but he bought for me instead. Hahaha! Gosh, I'm so embarrassed being a daughter. :P So, met the cousin and as usually cousin ema gave a smirk for being a superstar karat of the day. We went karaoke and shout rather than sing. Hahaha! At night, we thought of going clubbing. I didn't look good that day, So, cousin followed me home, she brought her friend Caca along. While choosing another top, I was talking to Man &amp;amp; he goes like, "I thought we said 3 months no clubbing?". Hahaha, I'm an idiot because I wanted to go &amp;amp; try the new club, I asked, "Oh really? The deal is still on? I thought you were just kidding?". Hahahaha! Then, he was like "Nah, I'm just asking." So, we then head down to Cousin's house to choose hers. All of a sudden, I felt bad about what I've promised. i told cousin, "I've got no mood. I want to go home." Hahahaha! Cousin was really mad that she even throw me out of her house. haha! but after that, she was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th Dec, HOOORAY! Mom's back! &amp;amp; I skipped work. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pictures will be up soon.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-1770846281094550363?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/1770846281094550363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=1770846281094550363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/1770846281094550363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/1770846281094550363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2008/12/take-your-break.html' title='take your break.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-1153604807809885082</id><published>2008-12-11T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:26:01.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS, tell me bout' it.</title><content type='html'>Wow. It's been a week since I last updated and seems like I've yet to reply my tags. Haha! Yeah, I still reminded that I've been reminded before about my tagboard. Oh wells, I will as soon as finish my update. Right now, listening to 98.7fm... They're playing "Shut Up &amp;amp; Let Me Go" by The Ting Tings (i hope i'm right. hee!) So yea! I have alot of things to blog about but before that, I have to say that this week is my emotional week and I SWEAR! I am really attitude, sensitive, totally-an-idiot in this week. If you know why I have this kind of week every month, then you should know what is ought to come in a few days or weeks time. I am so, so sorry for those who are the victims for this week. As usual, after all this things happened, I sat infront of the mirror talking to myself, confessing to myself why I'm behaving in such a shit manner. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Fafa, she was the #1 victim, most top ranking for breaking the record of having many problems with me. Haha! I scolded her for using clothes and didn't wash it herself, accused her for stealing money from my *piggy* bank (i know i'm so old school but SHUT UP!), i brought up again about her scratching my arm, i locked the laptop purpose-fully so that she can't use and made her cry for no reason. Haha! I'm glad she knows why, so i don't to worry because she exactly knows my attitude and my calender which week of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2, I quarreled with one of my MSN friend who's trying to be cheeky. And I gave a direct sarcastic response which made him really unsatisfied and replied with vulgarities! Hahaha. How great. Of course, I don't like vulgarities so i gave him MOREE of my sarcasms until he shut up. Yea, he's a really a saw-loser you know. I was being plain normal sarcastically when he's the one started those nasty words but he said I was the one who is rude. Sometimes, I just don't understand what these people wants actually. So free, then go find someone who has the time to entertain you. Not me, obviously. You can clearly read from my first reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Next, #3, was Man, who has been rather busy with his week after a long holiday. He needs to catch up with his work. I know that but I've been having negative thoughts, especially at the point of time when he accidentally hung up on me. I really made a big fuss out of it. I was really unappreciative when he actually helped me when I lost in the afternoon &amp;amp; yet, at night, when I called him up, he didn't pick up as he was talking to his uncle, I assumed that he doesn't want to talk to me. So, later on when he called me back, I went blabbering all the way, accussing him but agrees to everything and all untill at a point of time that he said "I don't know what ghost has gotten into your body but I'm just saying yes to everything you say because I want you to SHUT UP" in such an irritating tone. I was really shocked. But he knows why I'm behaving in such a manner but I think this is the worst he ever encountered and that is why he said like that. It really makes me sad felt like not wanting to even talk to him anymore, AT ALL. It continues untill the next morning and then he went silent for a while. Suddenly he came back, acting like normal. I felt better since then and back to normal like as if nothing has ever happened but I felt guilty. Yea, I was extremely guilty that I don't feel like talking to him. I know I was wrong. Apologized and I'm glad he knows me well. Haha. I know, I'm an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, all that has already over. I'm glad, no more that syndrome. Because it only happens before I'm having it. During, I'm a happy person. I'm terrible, I swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-1153604807809885082?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/1153604807809885082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=1153604807809885082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/1153604807809885082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/1153604807809885082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2008/12/pms-tell-me-bout-it.html' title='PMS, tell me bout&apos; it.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-6787608670054274845</id><published>2008-12-06T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T20:36:27.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you must be somebody!</title><content type='html'>I'm so envy of people going holidays whereas me, have to stay in Singapore to work &amp;amp; school. HMPH! Man went Star Cruise-ing with Piah &amp;amp; Naz last 3rd Dec for the Ria anniversary event and they were super happy and enjoying pretty much. Haish. &amp;amp; Last 4th Dec, Fye Sally went KL &amp;amp; Terrenganu with his family. How great! But the good thing is that, he left we with good treat on the day he met me before he left Singapore. Thanks ya, Bestie. (selalu-selalu lah eh! hahaha! jk.) My stomach was super bloated after eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I've decided to change my phone! So, I just bought a new phone which is Sony Ericsson C905. COOL! It's camera is 8.1 megapixel. Can you believe that? It's even much more better than my DG cam which is 7.5. Hahaha. I know, I am stupid cos I've got O2 phone. But, do you know that O2 battery life just sucks? It can only lasts for half a day &amp;amp; you have to charge it every single day. My big sis' Dopod is way better I guess. So, I guess it's time for a new change. Better don't fail me, you Sony. But on the second thought, I thought of buying myself a new mp3 player. I met the phone first and that's how the story goes. Bought without a second thought. "-.- Nevermind, perhaps the next pay I just top up with what i've saved and buy a good mp3 with good earphones. My ipod has already long given up his life. Sad right? Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276654470298731586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/STpxSKiiBEI/AAAAAAAAJ6c/3OQuKWoJ_ds/s320/Main_Pic_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hmm. Anyways, brother just added a new application to his i-phone. Check out. It's something like the yearbook in the net, but it can be use in his phone instead. Just snap my head and try out on different faceless person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of cos, that's me! Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276654468557334658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/STpxSEDWaII/AAAAAAAAJ6U/CUpEesr8Al8/s320/Picture_0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-6787608670054274845?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/6787608670054274845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=6787608670054274845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/6787608670054274845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/6787608670054274845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-must-be-somebody.html' title='you must be somebody!'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/STpxSKiiBEI/AAAAAAAAJ6c/3OQuKWoJ_ds/s72-c/Main_Pic_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-5208259878612363667</id><published>2008-12-02T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:55:22.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>replied!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;this is your replies to tag. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;gin: yo dilly~!! popped by to say hi~!! hehe..take care girl.. i miss sch days &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hello there gin! thanks for dropping by! i miss the class more! (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rahh: OMG! u put that picture... and it is so big..haaha. btw, thanks fort he treat &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;no problem, babe. i hope you like it. (&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fyesallys: Fai sebok ajekk. khahahahaa. hey i dont think im going.. going to year end ahh i rasaa. its like IDK YET la. ahaha &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp; i am sooo not going. haha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lalala: DILYYY!! so reminds me of that BEP song.. hahaha.. anyways... dropping by to say CHELLOOO!! heh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;like BEP eh. hahaha. but it's kenya west's. thanks for dropping by, beautiful! (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fai: fai also going. HAHA.. sebokkk jer eh. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hahaha. fai nak gi mane, fai? jom gi lala land?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mollly: Dily i love you!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i love you too HANA! (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fyesallys: dily, i think i comfirm going liaoo lorrr! U LEI? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;NOT GOING, i told you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haneey: hey dily, was just bloghopping and saw yours. you know khairunnisa huh?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;erm, which khairunisa eh? there's my elder sister &amp;amp; the other is my friend. you're refering to?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rahh: keep ur love locked down..thats kanye west song kan kan kan. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;yes beybeh! you're absolutely right! (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fyesallys: thats about it? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;yes. what else?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hazlin: haha..ape seyy.haha =) btw how are you? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm great. cool plus .... hehehe. idk.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;shann: good luck yea ! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;good luck to you!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fyesallys: haha hey! nice right the graphic. standard at work niothing to do. ini laa kerjaaa sayaaa. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;bluek.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sc0fi3Ld: eh i changed my skin again.. gi tgk lawa tk..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;lawa..... tapi last time is better.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fyesallys: hey bestiee, i change my blog url. yeaaa i knoww. im running away from soneeonee laaa harap maklum! hahahaa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you're forever running right.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;yana: dila kau keje ape?howcum sery said ur prcp dec? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;cos there's sch! )':&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;iysha: i chnaged to shared acct in friendster. u can add me aite &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;added.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rahh: i wanna say something....i think said it before...u look more sweet with long hair...chey ...kakak adilah..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hahahaha. really? you're just pulling my leg kan kan kan! hahaha. but not as sweet as you la.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hazlin: haha..yeah..not only chocolate but ferrero girl =) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hahaha! you're ferrero too!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-5208259878612363667?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/5208259878612363667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=5208259878612363667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/5208259878612363667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/5208259878612363667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2008/12/replied.html' title='replied!'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-5608062874392084743</id><published>2008-11-29T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T19:33:49.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know, i miss you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/STEnX_8X0vI/AAAAAAAAJ6M/Cd0XwHwCKa4/s1600-h/New+Folder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274039931882689266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/STEnX_8X0vI/AAAAAAAAJ6M/Cd0XwHwCKa4/s320/New+Folder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last Wednesday, Ladies Night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, Ya right!&lt;/div&gt;I had fun with my Ugly besties last Wednesday. I began to miss them that day because I dreamt about them the night before. Yea, &amp;amp; it's been some time since we last met each other. So, the next outing is we're going to watch the Christmas movie right? Promise me, DON'T WATCH WITH ANYBODY ELSE OKAY! Hahahaha. Yea, so we went to Marina Square and then, to Ida's house to get some tastes of the caramel &amp;amp; marble cheesecake. YUMMY....... grrr... hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-5608062874392084743?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/5608062874392084743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=5608062874392084743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/5608062874392084743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/5608062874392084743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-know-i-miss-you.html' title='you know, i miss you.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/STEnX_8X0vI/AAAAAAAAJ6M/Cd0XwHwCKa4/s72-c/New+Folder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-5011636666309076542</id><published>2008-11-29T18:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T19:05:05.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Costa Sands Resort with Loved Ones.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last 24th Nov, my family had this chalet outing for closed ones. So, I invited some of the closed ones over to enjoy together to this outing. But pretty sad as many can't stay over. You know, it was held on a Sunday. Too bad. &amp;amp; my lovely ladies like Ida, Wal &amp;amp; Sery who can't make it, you missed out the fun &amp;amp; the food! (they said chicken rice by mom was nice?) Anyways, here are some pictures! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first thing I reached, I wanted to snap this mom &amp;amp; son. Yea, that's my elder sister &amp;amp; his son, Danish! (kootie-kootie mootie!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274021365103174962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/STEWfRTLpTI/AAAAAAAAJ38/CJZ46txVLmU/s320/P1080472.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And that's me! &amp;amp; the sister.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274021370471834098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/STEWflTK4fI/AAAAAAAAJ4E/TKKZVgdqrnI/s320/P1080474.JPG" border="0" /&gt; That's Cik Ros, my mom's bestfriend with my niece, Wilma Nadia &amp;amp; my nephew, Niq Danish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274021373510705858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/STEWfwnsYsI/AAAAAAAAJ4M/G9nRXz2bylU/s320/P1080475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that... Nabil came along with Hazlin. I didn't get to snap their pictures! Oh Damn! Because they went off to i-don't-know-where afterwards. But nevermind, thanks for coming. You both look pretty &amp;amp; handsome though. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; then... Man came along with Andy &amp;amp; Hantu! hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From left: Naz, Andy &amp;amp; Man &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274021390138923042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/STEWgukK2CI/AAAAAAAAJ4c/dsfL7UAkIkI/s320/P1080477.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Hana then came along!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274021385233164274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/STEWgcSi5_I/AAAAAAAAJ4U/Eiel6I1pjcE/s320/P1080476.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course, with her boyfriend, Matt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274025462286963058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/STEaNwf60XI/AAAAAAAAJ4k/eavnzqucYVQ/s320/P1080479.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My little sis, Fafa's friend too were there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274025476574413138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/STEaOluUAVI/AAAAAAAAJ4s/X1kfrI8yczw/s320/P1080494.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I love my sister though; eventhough she scratched my hands few days back. Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274025487757577266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/STEaPPYljDI/AAAAAAAAJ40/YBkNoBEfghw/s320/P1080492.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Erm.. Group photo?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274025491787151090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/STEaPeZT9vI/AAAAAAAAJ48/97iljDmf9gY/s320/P1080496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I took this after we had a long walk at the park. I know you guys waited so long. Haha! Toilet or what..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274025495381886978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/STEaPryXSAI/AAAAAAAAJ5E/b30DWABu2zc/s320/P1080499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Fye Sally, Irah &amp;amp; her sister, Amalina was there too!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274029958112788178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/STEeTcwUvtI/AAAAAAAAJ5M/0jHrGv1bgaQ/s320/P1080507.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My relative, Erni &amp;amp; Amira too!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274029967169088994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/STEeT-fg7eI/AAAAAAAAJ5U/89B9SYz1aUI/s320/P1080516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the next day, Cousin Ema came over. We had fun at Escape. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274029975554689202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/STEeUduzCLI/AAAAAAAAJ5c/il1d0DQc1lk/s320/P1080546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-5011636666309076542?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/5011636666309076542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=5011636666309076542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/5011636666309076542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/5011636666309076542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2008/11/costa-sands-resort-with-loved-ones.html' title='Costa Sands Resort with Loved Ones.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/STEWfRTLpTI/AAAAAAAAJ38/CJZ46txVLmU/s72-c/P1080472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-4204181668070367994</id><published>2008-11-21T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:14:27.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>irah's mini celebration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SSwU4EuuvGI/AAAAAAAAJ1Y/vIJ3LqfT0_U/s1600-h/21112008068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272612217318980706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SSwU4EuuvGI/AAAAAAAAJ1Y/vIJ3LqfT0_U/s400/21112008068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who's that girl? lalalalaalalaa.... Haha! Oh yes! It's her birthday. &amp;amp; so, i treat her to Eighteen's Chef @ Eastpoint Mall. Not only Irah, I treat my Sery DW for her very-very-very belated birthday gift. I know it's a bit late babe, I hope you do like the food there. (I know you like cos it's FREE!) Haha! We had mouthful of meals. Not enough of that, we had calamari rings, ice cream and an extra drink. Since it was a little bit awkward to only treat 2 but the other Sery was there, I treat all of them instead. Haha! Happy 19th Sery! I hope you enjoy your birthday celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SSwU4N0iaVI/AAAAAAAAJ1Q/L45ckfGxchc/s1600-h/21112008082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272612219759257938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SSwU4N0iaVI/AAAAAAAAJ1Q/L45ckfGxchc/s400/21112008082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; then, we chilled by the beach @ Pasir Ris Park. We played True or Dare. Old school game, I know. &amp;amp; that was when the truth discovery all spilled out. That was when we truly discover each other's crazy side. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SSwU3jfP-7I/AAAAAAAAJ1I/toXXETc0eKA/s1600-h/21112008070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272612208395680690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SSwU3jfP-7I/AAAAAAAAJ1I/toXXETc0eKA/s400/21112008070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Till we meet again, Miss Dws! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-4204181668070367994?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/4204181668070367994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=4204181668070367994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/4204181668070367994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/4204181668070367994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2008/11/irahs-mini-celebration.html' title='irah&apos;s mini celebration.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SSwU4EuuvGI/AAAAAAAAJ1Y/vIJ3LqfT0_U/s72-c/21112008068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-4595657655256387294</id><published>2008-11-17T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:06:07.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you sing a sad song just to turn it around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SSwSu3ZDxJI/AAAAAAAAJ0w/eSjbGQmeGRk/s1600-h/DSC06366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272609860096345234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SSwSu3ZDxJI/AAAAAAAAJ0w/eSjbGQmeGRk/s400/DSC06366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hana had a bad day. But I hope my company does cheer you up a little. Relationships has their ups and downs. You just need to make the right decision, the right thing and the solve it in a good way. Love-love, kissy-kissy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272609862618595570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SSwSvAyaQPI/AAAAAAAAJ04/C4DmY7ySAMw/s400/DSC06312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272609863820164498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SSwSvFQ4vZI/AAAAAAAAJ1A/hYn2MoLqEeM/s400/DSC06363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-4595657655256387294?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/4595657655256387294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=4595657655256387294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/4595657655256387294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/4595657655256387294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-sing-sad-song-just-to-turn-it.html' title='you sing a sad song just to turn it around.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SSwSu3ZDxJI/AAAAAAAAJ0w/eSjbGQmeGRk/s72-c/DSC06366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-4357404993004697752</id><published>2008-11-16T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T16:24:28.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;family. school. friends. work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; that's about it. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-4357404993004697752?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/4357404993004697752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=4357404993004697752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/4357404993004697752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/4357404993004697752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-week.html' title='this week.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-5283731821974296674</id><published>2008-11-08T12:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T13:14:54.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here's what in store.</title><content type='html'>6 Nov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Work is so sleepy and tiring. &amp;amp; especially irritating when you got a flirty old guy as your leader. "-.- I hope no more you as my leader, mister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7 Nov&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266150315487766946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SRUfz4h1qaI/AAAAAAAAJRc/S2ovSBC2IGE/s400/Porcushrew+(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;My elder sister, Ayun, had her school's graduation concert over at Paya Lebar Kovan CC. I was there to watched my niece perform. She danced this Indian Song and Mandarin Song. Not bad, I can see that she danced quite well eventhough she's only 5. Haha! The funny thing is that, the moment the show ends, I came up to the stage and I called out her name. Know what's her reaction? She shouted my name and then cry. Hahaha! &amp;amp; I asked her why she cried, she said "because I love you." Sweet right? Hahahaha. This 9 Nov is her brithday. She's coming over to celebrate. I just can't wait to see her in few hours time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought I had to come for work after the show. But lucky, Fye called me in and asked the SL for me. Oh, SL means Shift Leader. So, I then discover it should be tonight not yesterday. Hahaha! Thanks Fye, I would have gone to work and don't realise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj140/99alongway/Happy%20Birthday%20Animations/Birthday%20Animations/CakeGarfield.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Belated 19th Birthday,Iysha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May you're blessed with&lt;br /&gt;better health and greater wealth&lt;br /&gt;from the special day till&lt;br /&gt;the forever tomorrows! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I know i'm abit late, but i couldn't find your friendster that day to wish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You changed it?? don't get mad, meow-meow!&lt;br /&gt;cos' you know i always love you! haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/dily.victoria/SGHMedicalPostingWard64S#5180113912910103554"&gt;click here!&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kissy-kissy, love-love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:mistral;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;dily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-5283731821974296674?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/5283731821974296674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=5283731821974296674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/5283731821974296674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/5283731821974296674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2008/11/heres-what-in-store.html' title='here&apos;s what in store.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SRUfz4h1qaI/AAAAAAAAJRc/S2ovSBC2IGE/s72-c/Porcushrew+(5).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-8579076801182458708</id><published>2008-11-06T17:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:12:57.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing my baby.</title><content type='html'>4 Nov&lt;br /&gt;I had a movie with Lex after school. Initially we thought of watching SAW 5 and I was so cofidently thought we could but we don't. "-.- hahaha! Though we beg and made some excuses and stuffs, we still could not get the tickets. We almost though but we couldn't. Even if we get to, we can't. Know why? Because they'll check again before we go into the movies. And so, I wanted to watch Lakeview Terrace instead. I thought it was a comedy but turns out to be some sad story. Pretty interesting though. I like it. Haha! Aftermath, we chilled at Starbucks for a while before time calls it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Nov&lt;br /&gt;Party again! WOOOHOO! (oops, over.) This time we head down to Power House. The songs were great, erm old school hiphop, R&amp;amp;B and it's my very first time stepping into there. I saw Ismail there drunk. I tapped him like 3 times but he's lost in his own world. So I didn't bother to tap more. Haha! I saw Rafta inside with her guy. Yea, that's about it. And then.. I met this stalker who keeps looking and me and standing near me from the time I was inside the club until I went to the toilet, locker and dancing on the platform. He just talked to Annisah, asking what's my name and age all that. And Annisah, she will of course, go and bring me and tell him "this is her that you wanna know about." WHOA! I was like what theeeee... I felt really bad and all. But he's younger anyway, 19 but he's damn cute i tell you, better than Mr Gorgeous, but not better than MR NUM or ehem! Hahahaha! Soccer dude but quiet. Humble? not sure. hahahaha. But freaky. He just look at me wherever I go. Freaks me out. But he helped me walk with those stupid heels I wore. Which made me walk like one druken bitch. But hey! I don't drink! Hahahaha. I swear I walk like one stupid girl, even a handicap person walks better. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh no.. Few more hours i'm off to work. Take care people! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-8579076801182458708?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/8579076801182458708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=8579076801182458708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/8579076801182458708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/8579076801182458708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2008/11/missing-my-baby.html' title='missing my baby.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-7932161927427631802</id><published>2008-11-03T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T18:26:24.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling surreal.</title><content type='html'>1st Nov&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; every 1st is a special day, again. (: I started my training. and then at night, I met Man for a movie at Tiong Bahru Plaza. Gosh, it's been so long since we last really go out together. And then, there's one auntie at the shop said, "goodlah!". I don't know why she said that way was good. haha! Movie, The Coffin was really boring but it really made me shocked at times. Haha! After that, we fetched Naz and then to Piah's to take the car. And I was dead sleepy and I couldn't go home because it's already so late. So we hang out at Pasir Ris Park for a while waiting for my cousin. but she's so slow. So, Man sent me to Spice instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Spice, I saw many people who just came back from clubbing and I saw ayie with his friends. Hahahaha! I always saw him once a month. And must be unexpectedly. I don't know why. Funny. And then, we walked down all the way froem Spice to Orchard's Train station to catch the 1st train. And I thought of sleeping over at Cousin's house again but then, I went home to as I need to go for training again. So, I got home, bath, change and all and went to work straight. imagine, I never sleep at ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st Oct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264371143699042786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SQ7NqdH_keI/AAAAAAAAJQ8/0I3yx3jL0aU/s400/n667962596_2004249_3425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264371150667044386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SQ7Nq3FS1iI/AAAAAAAAJRM/RJPt22cfaqk/s400/n667962596_2004143_7624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264371152612041058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SQ7Nq-VBIWI/AAAAAAAAJRE/w61NVQ04oew/s400/n667962596_2004259_4981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went to school and then accompanied my mom to Town because she wants to purchase some health supplements for the family. And then, I meet up with my cousin because we're going to watch Ungu's Concert over at Esplanade.My brother was there too with his girlfriend. I don't know why his girlfriend was reacting so unfriendly when she's actually dating MY BROTHER. Isn't she suppose to make his family members like her or something? &amp;amp; I saw Taufik Batisah after the show. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the concert was great! and they look more cute in person and more young (though some are already married). Some special things like 2 guitarist get to sing too and also, they sing in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th Oct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264370506071258450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SQ7NFVxrtVI/AAAAAAAAJQ0/EI3Uf1OuoB4/s400/DSC06252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264370503225902386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SQ7NFLLTBTI/AAAAAAAAJQs/NxV1MxKF2M0/s400/DSC06263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I went home from cousin's house. I sleep over at her house. And then, at night, Hana came over my house after her work. She wants to have dinner with me. And so, we had dinner at Eighteen's Chef at Eastpoint Mall. And yes! i love the food there. I want to go there again. And then, we head down to Tampines Mall because my mom reminded her to change her blouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th Oct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I've got a part time Job! (: And then, at night, I went Obar and Double O with my cousin Ema and her step sister, Annisa. How cool was that, I've not been going clubbing eversince... That 1st June! Hahahaha! And we were dancing all night long and hack care about the others. Erm, its seems that no. of Ang Mohs are increasing. I think it's because MOS is now closed. Still in the process of going again this week! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th Oct&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264370096449189394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SQ7Mtf0K9hI/AAAAAAAAJQc/0lDlJSMi7m8/s400/GallazRyani721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264370102847082002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SQ7Mt3pjDhI/AAAAAAAAJQk/hTmy5482FNQ/s400/GallazRyani719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I had a meet up with Hana and I was allowed to use the car. So, i fetched at Simei and then, i treat her Macdonald's for dinner. Because she wants to for her belated birthday. Haha! I don't know why but she insist on having Macdonald's due to so long of not eating it. After that, we went to buy some drinks and head down to Pasir Ris Park to chill at the water breaker. That point of time, I began to miss someone. Erm, if you know who. Haha! And all were couples on the water breaker and we're being "extras" there, making noise. But it's public anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we're so dead bored. So, we went to send the car first before we head to Mustafa Centre by train. I bought some creams and all while Hana bought chocolates. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th Oct&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264360730880570898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SQ7EMWWm9hI/AAAAAAAAJQU/cdy3Z5BmVsI/s400/GetAttachment11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264360730618186098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SQ7EMVYDSXI/AAAAAAAAJQM/7XjtOtIWCh8/s400/GetAttachment9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264360732026145266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SQ7EManvCfI/AAAAAAAAJQE/LdXA2Scj9Nk/s400/GetAttachment2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Deepavali and holidays for those working. My family and I had a small visiting to Cik Ros' house and Kak Liza's house at Jurong. But dad didn't followed us to Kak Liza's house because he had to work. So, i drove the car with my bare feet because I was wearing heels. Hahaha! And so, at Kak Liza's house we took alot of pictures. Like some tourist we are. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th Oct.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264356360421019058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SQ7AN9H2jbI/AAAAAAAAJP0/w1YcDWM42zU/s400/IMG_3953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264356361764557426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SQ7AOCILUnI/AAAAAAAAJP8/-xcQiRYv0KA/s400/IMG_3948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i had a jolly good time with my cousin at Cash Studio's karaoke and then to Simpang Bedok where i treat her and her boyfriend for dinner. I keep on singing until a point of time, my voice can't let out anymore. Haha! Anyways, got to sing alot of old songs and also the new ones. But, new ones not really updated. At simpang, i thought i saw somebody had other girlfriend and i was shocked! He thought I was jealous but i'm not lah, I was just extremely shocked. but i embarrassed myself which turn out to be his friend. Hahahaha! till today, i keep laughing about the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th Oct.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264355395971921570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SQ6_V0RRNqI/AAAAAAAAJPk/zITm_6kquNc/s400/SDC10200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264355401898042498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SQ6_WKWKpII/AAAAAAAAJPs/gYsNQw1YBPw/s400/SDC10230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I had a small visiting to Nisa' house and Ika's house. It's been months since i last met them. How funny i felt like i meet them everyday. Somehow, I just miss those tuition days back when I was in Sec 5. Ater the visiting, I had to rush home and get ready to go to my dad's friend house for visiting. Erm, I felt so awkward having to be IN the conversation with they adults. Haha! But no choice, little sis wasn't there to join me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd Oct.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Commenwealth to take Naz and then I made a trip to CCK to take something. A card which I want to give to someone. I chose the color brown because I thought it might look cool and appropriate, especially for a guy. What's more, I like brown. Haha! Thanks Fai, once again. (: and then, I went to Jurong, Piah's house to fetch Man. Waited for quite some time that my little sis got pissed and had a small argument in the car. Hahaha! Why i fetch them? Cos they're coming over to my house. And so, my dad starts his interrogation. But mom said "OK!". Hahaha! Then, we surf the net for awhile before they went off for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th Oct. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264354787642967826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SQ6-yaEWBxI/AAAAAAAAJPc/bHOADrHHmv4/s400/P1080410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out beraya with my close ones like Fye and his friend Hisyam and my almost a decade bestfriend, Wal. It started off with Jurong to Man's house which when Naz tagged along halfway. Man is being very irritating at his home always says to his mom that i bully him everyday. And he said to his mom that I'm a nurse from IMH, and she believed! Hahaha! wth! And then to my home, where we had Spaghetti and then to Wal's and then to Aida's where I'm the only one who ate, Macaroni Cheesy Mushroom (cos everyone's full!) and last, to Fye's. That was where I see alot of photos. (tee-hee!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-7932161927427631802?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/7932161927427631802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=7932161927427631802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/7932161927427631802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/7932161927427631802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2008/10/19th-oct.html' title='feeling surreal.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SQ7NqdH_keI/AAAAAAAAJQ8/0I3yx3jL0aU/s72-c/n667962596_2004249_3425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-2552489422493924195</id><published>2008-10-29T01:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T02:03:14.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no one can hear me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc45.deviantart.com/fs23/f/2008/030/f/b/fbcbfc9df4a86216.jpg" Width="300" Height="198" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Silent Words.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, it’s never too late&lt;br /&gt;for years, i have been sitting on the fence&lt;br /&gt;contemplating whether to go this way&lt;br /&gt;or go the other way;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unable to decide and&lt;br /&gt;unable to comprehend&lt;br /&gt;what i saw and&lt;br /&gt;what i witnessed;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed glued to this fence&lt;br /&gt;occasionally walking to the edge&lt;br /&gt;only to scamper back&lt;br /&gt;to the middle again and again;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never quite really understood&lt;br /&gt;these colourful emotions and&lt;br /&gt;what they were trying to&lt;br /&gt;tell me or do to me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cautious person&lt;br /&gt;that life forced me to be&lt;br /&gt;i was sceptical of&lt;br /&gt;life itself;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the fence that was my home&lt;br /&gt;just gave away under the&lt;br /&gt;onslaught of an external force&lt;br /&gt;that i carefully protected me against;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time to decide and&lt;br /&gt;the time to take action&lt;br /&gt;was thrust upon me&lt;br /&gt;in one single night;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throwing caution to the wind,&lt;br /&gt;tired of living an existence&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of living,&lt;br /&gt;i jumped out of the fence;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jumped out of the fence&lt;br /&gt;into the very emotions&lt;br /&gt;that i failed to understand&lt;br /&gt;and kicked out of my life;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seasons change and&lt;br /&gt;as the once silent heart&lt;br /&gt;whispered its way back into my life&lt;br /&gt;the words that were silent, came back alive;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a couple of simple words&lt;br /&gt;i promised myself i would not cry,&lt;br /&gt;another day comes and goes,&lt;br /&gt;as i reach out to&lt;br /&gt;this thing called life&lt;br /&gt;i fill my heart with love&lt;br /&gt;ready(waiting) to share it with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i find it hard to say the words that i want to. Sometimes, i find it hard to express myself in words. I don't know why but maybe that's how life goes. You just have got no say at times but to accept the way it is. But when i've got the courage to do so, to say what i want to, it would either be creating a misunderstanding or i just felt that it's not appropriate to tell. I have this fear of losing, arguments and at the same time, i can't bear to face this problematic situation. So, what am i suppose to do? Overcome the fear and prepare for its consequences or should i bear with it and accept life just the way it is? Gosh, 90% of me says the 2nd option. But patience? How good can it be? Only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-2552489422493924195?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/2552489422493924195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=2552489422493924195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/2552489422493924195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/2552489422493924195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-one-can-hear-me.html' title='no one can hear me.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-7950283617882564792</id><published>2008-10-16T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:54:12.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping mopping time.</title><content type='html'>I just did my groceries shopping! Thanks for companying me babe. I spent dollars and dollars for all the ingredients. Which means, I’m going to start baking sessions like soon. Gosh, my hands are like worn off with NTUC plastics. Haha! And what’s more, with Man on the line. I had to take 2 resting sessions before I could really reach home. &amp; being a ice cream controller and ice controller he is, he blamed me for eating too much ice cream and ice cubes and that’s why I get tired and breathless so easily. Ya right! I don’t believe that theory though. Hahaha! Thanks Fai, for those recipes. I got so much free time now, that I can start doing something like baking. (: Yay! *with two arms up high!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-7950283617882564792?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/7950283617882564792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=7950283617882564792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/7950283617882564792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/7950283617882564792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2008/10/shopping-mopping-time.html' title='shopping mopping time.'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-209329670603883999</id><published>2008-10-15T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:52:33.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks for the trouble, delaying me!</title><content type='html'>I know i'm never the kind who says vulgarities. &lt;br /&gt;But this time, I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if it's someone you love, someone you're related.&lt;br /&gt;But.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Fuck you, doris&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1282400411456169285-209329670603883999?l=melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/feeds/209329670603883999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1282400411456169285&amp;postID=209329670603883999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/209329670603883999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1282400411456169285/posts/default/209329670603883999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melancholy-anatomy.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanks-for-trouble-delaying-me.html' title='thanks for the trouble, delaying me!'/><author><name>D i l y .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03823954047017295084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/StKMY-yPKNI/AAAAAAAATcI/CdHKuXGEzgY/S220/IMG_0037.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1282400411456169285.post-7176148108962732618</id><published>2008-10-14T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:17:41.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet up with the best people.</title><content type='html'>A meet up with the dearest crazy friends, Ida &amp;amp; Fye. Yea, What’s with people and office huh? Hahahaha! Yea, both of them were just back from office when I met them. Fye was like so smart wheareas Ida, she looked like she’s just done with groceries. These office people, I just don’t know how they can up in this office-office thingy even. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I hope your eyes are much better now, Ida. No more shadows, no more stars yea? Hehehehe. And ya, they both just so mean. They made me realized and feel like I’m such a foolish little girl. (you know what I mean) &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy usual friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259517416302425378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SP2POVivtSI/AAAAAAAAI9w/QU9cO-ywKLY/s400/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ida &amp;amp; myself.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259517413670639234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XP5kv2xKNKA/SP2POLvR1oI/AAAAAAAAI9o/TZBvyoBLC2g/s400/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fye &amp;amp; me. Girls, don't worry. Don't get jealous. Not just yet. we're not anything but bestfriends. He's still yet available! Hahaha. 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