<?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-16773503</id><updated>2012-01-04T11:35:32.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MelodyAnne</title><subtitle type='html'>where my life is full of Melodies...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-8639743224567964791</id><published>2011-05-18T15:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T15:45:41.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;When would you consider enough is enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;From the moment you can't sleep for several nights? Or wait until you cannot even eat, sleep or drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Recently, I couldn't sleep at night. Been thinking of lots of things around me. But most of all, I feel that my precious time with my loved ones have been sacrificed a lot. I do not know why I felt that way. It's not that I mind at all, but to the extent that the person doesn't even realize and doesn't even appreciate you for doing so despite numerous hints and some even direct confrontations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Should I open up about how I feel to him? How would I want him to react after hearing me pouring out my feelings? Will he feel that I'm ridiculous? Will I leave him with difficult choices? Was it even right to confront again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;I feel so tired and I feel so used. =(&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/16773503-8639743224567964791?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/8639743224567964791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=8639743224567964791' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/8639743224567964791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/8639743224567964791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2011/05/enough.html' title='Enough?'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-14532339378194584</id><published>2011-04-25T12:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T13:51:18.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Turkish don't eat Turkeys... Believe it or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mqwoCMqyVaM/TbT0CGUsOwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/a4ES5KXahM8/s320/P3280274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599368553622682370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Outside the Blue Mosque aka Sultanahmet Mosque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xeU2kjMIdnM/TbT01x5bZ2I/AAAAAAAAALY/187Wv8YTihs/s320/P3290375.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599369441492821858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;City of Troy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-09MXPiDryNs/TbT19EXii1I/AAAAAAAAALg/3GNzLsZLRR4/s1600/P3290398.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-09MXPiDryNs/TbT19EXii1I/AAAAAAAAALg/3GNzLsZLRR4/s320/P3290398.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599370666221669202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Famous Trojan Horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Jvs81oKsmU/TbT4Z7X9NbI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xStjh9TwPcA/s1600/P4011234.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Jvs81oKsmU/TbT4Z7X9NbI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xStjh9TwPcA/s1600/P4011234.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Jvs81oKsmU/TbT4Z7X9NbI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xStjh9TwPcA/s320/P4011234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599373361046959538" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Cappadocia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ktHq6bjcnzk/TbT6X9S21aI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1ycaSsvI_-w/s1600/P4010990.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ktHq6bjcnzk/TbT6X9S21aI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1ycaSsvI_-w/s320/P4010990.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599375526225958306" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;The Hot Air Balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wRR5Dt9qLk8/TbT4ZrDxthI/AAAAAAAAAMA/IEX7ObTpPro/s1600/P4010954.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wRR5Dt9qLk8/TbT4ZrDxthI/AAAAAAAAAMA/IEX7ObTpPro/s320/P4010954.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599373356667352594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Hot Air Balloons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XcfwPI7oq8o/TbT6YKC7LWI/AAAAAAAAAMY/2YKc-o_PqbI/s1600/P4011047.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XcfwPI7oq8o/TbT6YKC7LWI/AAAAAAAAAMY/2YKc-o_PqbI/s320/P4011047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599375529648794978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The celebration after the Hot Air Balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YE_q2vzWUqY/TbT4ZPZaMkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/we7vbBl9rX0/s1600/P3300800.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YE_q2vzWUqY/TbT4ZPZaMkI/AAAAAAAAAL4/we7vbBl9rX0/s320/P3300800.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599373349241893442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;The Pomegranate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TUEFgb9sa8E/TbT4Y4hsu2I/AAAAAAAAALw/XuUrYIAvO1U/s1600/P3300674.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TUEFgb9sa8E/TbT4Y4hsu2I/AAAAAAAAALw/XuUrYIAvO1U/s320/P3300674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599373343102647138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Some ancient toilet in Ephesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aVko2cRNsS4/TbT4YmGk0NI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HqKNmRxTTc/s1600/P3300581.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aVko2cRNsS4/TbT4YmGk0NI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HqKNmRxTTc/s320/P3300581.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599373338157043922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cute leather hat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ktHq6bjcnzk/TbT6X9S21aI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1ycaSsvI_-w/s1600/P4010990.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WPR4nS7optM/TbT6ZMs_MYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/U-CNPDRQ1Hs/s1600/P4031535.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WPR4nS7optM/TbT6ZMs_MYI/AAAAAAAAAMw/U-CNPDRQ1Hs/s320/P4031535.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599375547541959042" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;The bridge that connects Europe and Asia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XcfwPI7oq8o/TbT6YKC7LWI/AAAAAAAAAMY/2YKc-o_PqbI/s1600/P4011047.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ktHq6bjcnzk/TbT6X9S21aI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1ycaSsvI_-w/s1600/P4010990.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pjvWdfC3vzc/TbT6Y7hTUmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Vs6QdZYNh8Y/s1600/P4031464.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: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pjvWdfC3vzc/TbT6Y7hTUmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Vs6QdZYNh8Y/s320/P4031464.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599375542929543778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Leaving Cappadocia in a cold cold morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8WqWT5k9WHk/TbT6Yjk3UfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/W7ccaWiHV60/s1600/P4021370.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8WqWT5k9WHk/TbT6Yjk3UfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/W7ccaWiHV60/s320/P4021370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599375536502034930" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;This guard is handsome! Outside of the Artartuk Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zb1zy5i3y2w/TbUKmh0SrMI/AAAAAAAAANA/BmyH3Mi1icM/s1600/P4041640.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zb1zy5i3y2w/TbUKmh0SrMI/AAAAAAAAANA/BmyH3Mi1icM/s320/P4041640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599393368734084290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grand Bazaar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8I14pFgJLys/TbUKmXoMwCI/AAAAAAAAAM4/cdJG970UwmQ/s1600/P4031592.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8I14pFgJLys/TbUKmXoMwCI/AAAAAAAAAM4/cdJG970UwmQ/s320/P4031592.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599393365999009826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;The famous shoe store in Turkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Overall, the place is nice... Country is very nice... Very rich in culture... But I still could not get used to their food... Maybe because of the spices...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/16773503-14532339378194584?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/14532339378194584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=14532339378194584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/14532339378194584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/14532339378194584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2011/04/turkey-2011.html' title='Turkey 2011'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mqwoCMqyVaM/TbT0CGUsOwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/a4ES5KXahM8/s72-c/P3280274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-4356973463158686485</id><published>2010-08-06T11:54:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T12:30:29.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stereo Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Hello.. It's again been a long time since I last updated my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's almost been a year now that I realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm still working with the same company.&lt;br /&gt;2. Still happy with everything. Getting better each and everyday!&lt;br /&gt;3. My cousin, Edward got married on Boxing Day, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;4. CNY was great!&lt;br /&gt;5. My cousin, Chai Tze got married in May, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;6. I went to Scandinavia in June 2010.&lt;br /&gt;7. Celebrated my 27th birthday in July 2010.&lt;br /&gt;8. My ex-schoolmate, Robin Law passed away in a car accident in early August 2010.&lt;br /&gt;9. Gonna attend my cousin, Howe's wedding in October, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;10. Hopefully next year will be my big year then. LOL. Kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics for your pleasure views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;IFCA Annual Dinner 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/TFuKP-tkSdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FAEw4fJN-YE/s1600/DSC06129+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502143376899983826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/TFuKP-tkSdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FAEw4fJN-YE/s320/DSC06129+(Large).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/TFuLb4xL-jI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/O-cVSZnxCfY/s1600/P1000154.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502144680974613042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/TFuLb4xL-jI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/O-cVSZnxCfY/s320/P1000154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward's Wedding, December 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/TFuL1qMYB4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/3f3XELV4TUU/s1600/17268_253208772737_820642737_4403239_5841997_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502145123738716034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/TFuL1qMYB4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/3f3XELV4TUU/s320/17268_253208772737_820642737_4403239_5841997_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/TFuL-x9UMdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/gp5m85MyGRI/s1600/17268_253242892737_820642737_4403405_6722445_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502145280441856466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/TFuL-x9UMdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/gp5m85MyGRI/s320/17268_253242892737_820642737_4403405_6722445_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scandinavia June 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/TFuMjX1gQLI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qllxfRVgRkc/s1600/P6070142.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502145909084930226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/TFuMjX1gQLI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qllxfRVgRkc/s320/P6070142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/TFuNYnf4izI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bmhFybq2A2g/s1600/P6070156.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502146823822281522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/TFuNYnf4izI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bmhFybq2A2g/s320/P6070156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/TFuN7NdfvfI/AAAAAAAAAKg/xDPcUTwVq7o/s1600/P6090409.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502147418128367090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/TFuN7NdfvfI/AAAAAAAAAKg/xDPcUTwVq7o/s320/P6090409.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/TFuOQSGOpnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wlN1wMb3MlE/s1600/P6100488.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502147780150208114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/TFuOQSGOpnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wlN1wMb3MlE/s320/P6100488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/TFuOnhckDVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/3b45wmGfZgI/s1600/P6110566.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502148179407408466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/TFuOnhckDVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/3b45wmGfZgI/s320/P6110566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/TFuPGiHK5xI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Nkg5R3r-OPw/s1600/P6150787.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502148712162060050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/TFuPGiHK5xI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Nkg5R3r-OPw/s320/P6150787.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt; &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/16773503-4356973463158686485?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/4356973463158686485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=4356973463158686485' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/4356973463158686485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/4356973463158686485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2010/08/stereo-love.html' title='Stereo Love'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/TFuKP-tkSdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FAEw4fJN-YE/s72-c/DSC06129+(Large).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-3325102240857389720</id><published>2009-10-09T23:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:42:07.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Heylow... Long time no see... How have I been up to... Well... Not much... I've blogged about my birthday... Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Now I can blog about my brother's Graduation! It falls on 26th September and it was massive! So grand that I looked down on MY Graduation... Haha! Taib Mahmud, our Chief Minister was there and all... It was at the old DUN building...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390619887298439890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/Ss9UOg2UatI/AAAAAAAAAI8/1NFXw66bslw/s320/P9290483.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Everything was great... Dinner at 4-Points Sheraton was awesome! They have oysters, sushi, salmons, etc!!! OMG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390620836810619042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/Ss9VFyDqeKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/XeyKBRYg0M0/s320/P9290538.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Last night, I dreamt about my days in Secondary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; school... Woke up with a moody feeling... I miss it so much... :'( I miss everyone in my class... I miss school... I miss it so so so much! :'(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390624491847138066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/Ss9YaiIRuxI/AAAAAAAAAJM/46hhxfEWccQ/s320/school.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But luckily, now I have a job that I love, colleagues that brightens up my day and my family and my bf who are with me all the time... Else, I couldn't live everyday without them... How I wish I could turn back time... Bring everyone back to Kuching again... See everyone again... Attend class again... Go to the science lab again... Play with the "air suling" again... Sigh... How I wish this could happen... But it will never happen again... Once, my best friend Stephanie told me that IF the currency of the whole world is equal... I wish that could come true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Another moment I miss most is my years in INTI College... My partners-in-crimes, my angels of my successes... The people who brought me back to real life... Who have made me realize studies and education is very important and to stop playing and fooling around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390624615486038050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/Ss9YhuuFoCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/T6L8YP3EJUY/s320/intisar.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I wanna thank ALL of you for making my life worth... These are the moments I treasure very much... I hope you will treasure them as much as I do... I really do remember ALL of you... Each and everyone of them... May God bless you all... Wishing you all successes in life... God will shower you ALL with his best...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390624884248578658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/Ss9YxX8EimI/AAAAAAAAAJc/blLa1xzIcD4/s320/pray.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&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/16773503-3325102240857389720?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/3325102240857389720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=3325102240857389720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/3325102240857389720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/3325102240857389720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2009/10/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/Ss9UOg2UatI/AAAAAAAAAI8/1NFXw66bslw/s72-c/P9290483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-3657257004621545509</id><published>2009-07-18T01:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T01:50:52.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 26th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Today marks the day I was born 26 years ago, on a Sunday evening at 6:10pm. Which is for the 1st time, my mum has her most painful day of her life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Today I had the greatest celebration of my life. My colleagues threw me a lunch birthday celebration!!!! I really never thought they would be celebrating my birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Here are some of the photos I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;This is the cake that my colleagues gave me. It's super nice &amp;amp; delicious!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359479963699731666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SmCyoZklXNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ei1n0tdHDP8/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;This is the cake that my darling gave me. Oreo cheese cake!! My Favourite!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359480165704905570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SmCy0KGXs2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ddNQGOiDABY/s320/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;This is me before lighing the candles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359480441216987394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SmCzEMdkcQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/eGX9mSq1yHs/s320/DSC00942.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;This is me cutting the cake. I don't think I can upload the video of my darling singing a birthday song for me while I blew the candles and making wishES, do I? Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SmCzXk3UihI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FI2ucKCmGq4/s1600-h/DSC00945.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359480774184962578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SmCzXk3UihI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FI2ucKCmGq4/s320/DSC00945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I really had a great day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Thanks to ALL the people who made their wishes for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Thanks to ALL who made it to remember that I was born today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Thanks to my family for raising me to be such a remember-able human being on earth. (What an English)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Thanks, last but not least, to my most important human of my life, my darling, for making the effort to make my day full of joy &amp;amp; happiness. Thanks Dear. I love you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Lastly, thanks to God for giving me such wonderful life and such wonderful people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;May God bless you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359485251217648578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SmC3cLHF68I/AAAAAAAAAI0/shgr_3QXzSw/s320/1slG0656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/16773503-3657257004621545509?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/3657257004621545509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=3657257004621545509' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/3657257004621545509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/3657257004621545509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-26th-birthday.html' title='My 26th Birthday!'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SmCyoZklXNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ei1n0tdHDP8/s72-c/DSC00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-5363723347929429283</id><published>2009-06-26T17:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:29:06.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, when I was having my last sip of cereal, as usual, I was listening to the Mix.fm. And I heard the DJ announcing the news. Michael Jackson died. I was stunned and I thought I'd heard it wrongly. Quickly finishing my cereal, washed my mouth and went to turn on my computer and went to The Star website. Headline was "Michael Jackson dies". Shocked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351562112851157154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SkSRY0nuoKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/yZwr81I8vYQ/s320/michael-jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to office, everyone was talking about it. The websites, Facebook, Twitter, The Star, New Straits Times, MSN, People.com, TMZ.com, USMagazine.com, omg!Yahoo, everywhere was his news. Hitz.fm was paying tribute to him! No wonder I woke up and listened to his songs all morning until I heard the news. Shocking really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351562665847890738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SkSR5AsbIzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/1wpzUALoSto/s320/dangerous.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;I'll always remember him as the "Moonwalker". While I was in my early high school, me &amp;amp; my brother slept together in the same room, my dad would come to our room and sleep together with us for a while. Then we would listen to Michael Jackson's album "Dangerous" to sleep. He gave a very deep memory to us, and I believe, to everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351563844769596690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SkSS9ohQxRI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4By-8c9M6ek/s320/michael-jackson-concert-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Goodbye, the King of Pop. May you rest in Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-5363723347929429283?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/5363723347929429283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=5363723347929429283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/5363723347929429283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/5363723347929429283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael-jackson.html' title='RIP Michael Jackson'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SkSRY0nuoKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/yZwr81I8vYQ/s72-c/michael-jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-6540428953208694702</id><published>2009-06-23T13:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:57:08.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SkBuTk9LxgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/hdIsPjwl5nQ/s1600-h/300_109680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350397639933019650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SkBuTk9LxgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/hdIsPjwl5nQ/s320/300_109680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Dear Time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Can you please speed up the time to weekends and Public Holidays but slow down the time when it is during weekends and Public Holidays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thank you very much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Best Regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Lazy Bug&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/16773503-6540428953208694702?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/6540428953208694702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=6540428953208694702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/6540428953208694702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/6540428953208694702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2009/06/31st-august.html' title='Lazy Bug'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SkBuTk9LxgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/hdIsPjwl5nQ/s72-c/300_109680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-8873678827647963304</id><published>2009-06-03T15:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:51:44.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;The holiday's just over... My mind is still on holiday... Oh my God... My eyes wanna close... Gravity kept pulling my head down to my table... Can't help it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;This morning, I woke up at 6:30am... To prepare breakfast for my bf... My parents went to Eastern Europe for a holiday for 2 weeks... So my bf sleep over at my house while my parents are away. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Don't know why I couldn't really sleep for the past 2 nights... Is it because I sleep in a different bed? Or is it because of my bf's presence I could not sleep.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;I'm preparing for my friend's wedding this coming Monday, June 8th. I bought a blouse.. Yellow one... When I told my friend I need to find a yellow clothing for the day, he said "You become Digi 1800?"... Damn him.. I need to take my blouse's pic to show you guys... But my handphone's camera is taking leave... So I'll think of another way to show you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;In the meantime, watch this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tmz.com/2009/06/01/sacha-baron-cohen-eminem-video/"&gt;Sacha Cracks Up, Eminem Walks Out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop laughing...&lt;/span&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/16773503-8873678827647963304?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/8873678827647963304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=8873678827647963304' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/8873678827647963304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/8873678827647963304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2009/06/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-2260595038835396451</id><published>2009-05-21T09:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:26:07.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Hmm... This post is rather special... It is something different from the previous one and I'm a bit glad I'm writing this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;About my senior resigning.. The other day my boss asked me how I felt about the thing... I couldn't give him an answer... I really don't know how should I feel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;My partner-in-crime told me that I would be happy and would celebrate it 3 days 3 nights with a banquet and fireworks... Hahahahah!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;As a matter of fact, a part of me is quite happy she left... As you can read from my previous posts, you will know that I cannot get along well with her... And not only me, a lot of my colleagues have the same problem too... The new staff also complained the same thing about her even though he has only followed her for 1 DAY! I told him... "Get used to it... But she's leaving soon... Don't worry..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;They said that she left because our GM scolded her for being fierce towards customers... All I can say is, I was there too in the meeting.. I don't see anything that we've done that offended the customers.. And I did not hear or sense that she being fierce to the customers... So my point of view is, our GM is a stupid and an idiot... That's all I can say and he never made the wise decision... Very unlike the GM I had previously whom can decide and can make people feel proud working with the company... AND he scolded my senior's husband "he chicken out" when he can't let my senior go to KL for a 2 months' training... I think he is the one who chickened-out because he couldn't lose his job so he sacrificed us... Oh well... Too much complaining about me now... Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Well, I can foresee I will be busier after she leaves... BUT I'm not going to take over everything from her... AND I'm not going to do everything she does... HELL, I don't even get the salary she gets! So why work more for a less pay? And if my bosses would come up to me and say I should do this I should do that, I would say, HELL NO! Unless I get the same pay as she does... WHICH I think it will never happen in a thousand years... Hahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;It's almost weekend!!! YEAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338097412003550690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/ShS7UFLnVeI/AAAAAAAAAHM/S7D_OvEqCdw/s320/stupid.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Imagine a guy giving that face when you show him your lady lumps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-2260595038835396451?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/2260595038835396451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=2260595038835396451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/2260595038835396451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/2260595038835396451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2009/05/glad.html' title='Glad'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/ShS7UFLnVeI/AAAAAAAAAHM/S7D_OvEqCdw/s72-c/stupid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-10831281264756792</id><published>2009-05-19T10:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:15:36.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;I'm so frustrated and miserable these days. I don't know why and I don't even know how to explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337352326050381730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/ShIVqXtWf6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/9AH5UWKJHwM/s320/frustrated.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;My senior is resigning. This means all her SHIT will be passed down to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Wish me good luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Oh ya... I've applied to work with SEDC. Hope they will accept me. *fingers crossed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/16773503-10831281264756792?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/10831281264756792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=10831281264756792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/10831281264756792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/10831281264756792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2009/05/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/ShIVqXtWf6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/9AH5UWKJHwM/s72-c/frustrated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-724311802751668144</id><published>2009-05-11T14:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:32:20.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Hot Hot!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;The weather is killing me!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;It's as hot as hell and it's only May!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I couldn't imagine what it's like in June and July...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334450191309744114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SgfGL5UIJ_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/xPJ3WTV6LNo/s320/angry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;HOT AS HELL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&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/16773503-724311802751668144?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/724311802751668144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=724311802751668144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/724311802751668144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/724311802751668144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2009/05/hot-hot-hot.html' title='Hot Hot Hot!!!!'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SgfGL5UIJ_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/xPJ3WTV6LNo/s72-c/angry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-5368934149677830299</id><published>2009-05-06T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:43:55.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prison Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Hey, i found a new software for watching movies... &lt;a href="http://www.mydigitallife.info/2005/10/20/ppstream-p2p-based-streaming-media-p2p-internet-tv/"&gt;PpStream&lt;/a&gt;!! YAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Recently I have been following the series Prison Break... It's an awesome movie which I will be watching it for the next few weeks until the Season has finished... Hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;If you understand chinese, you can download it here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ppstream.com/"&gt;http://www.ppstream.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;If you understand English only, you can download it here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ppstream.uptodown.com/en/ppstream.uptodown.com/en/"&gt;http://ppstream.uptodown.com/en/ppstream.uptodown.com/en/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332551448438816210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SgEHSg6wvdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7pPqJk6HUoc/s320/ppstream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Enjoy your movies!&lt;/span&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/16773503-5368934149677830299?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/5368934149677830299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=5368934149677830299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/5368934149677830299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/5368934149677830299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2009/05/prison-break.html' title='Prison Break'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SgEHSg6wvdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7pPqJk6HUoc/s72-c/ppstream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-6912981710828759865</id><published>2009-04-25T09:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:07:27.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I just found out that my colleagues and even my boss reads my blog... Welcome to my world y'all! But this is my blog so I hope that this means whatever I write here is regarding my private life and it means nothing in the real world. Meaning you cannot sue me even if I said that your mum's shirt is ugly. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;My dad just arrived home from his trip to KL-Malacca for his training. This is the first time he ever took AirAsia and he thought LCCT is just a walking distance away from KLIA... *faint* Even worse is my mum thought that LCCT is in Subang... *double faint* So I have to remind them that from KL Sentral, you CANNOT take KLIA Express to LCCT... I guess they really should try those budgetted airlines instead of MAS all the time... They should experience what budget means, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;The weather these days were so very hot!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I took a half day sick leave on Wednesday due to period pain, constipation and gastric. I went to see the doctor around 10am and went back to office to clear my things around 11am something. My boss came back from customer's place AND my senior DIRECTLY went into my boss's room and tell him I'm taking sick leave due to tummy ache (Well, I don't actually know what she told my boss but all I know is she told my boss I'm taking sick leave coz I'm not feeling well). Imagine this, my boss came back, went to his own room and before he even have the chance to sit down, SHE DIRECTLY GO INTO HIS ROOM AND TELL HIM ABOUT MY LEAVE! First thing that crossed my mind was, WHY IS SHE SO BUSYBODY ABOUT MY LEAVE??? Can't I tell my boss about my leave myself??? Another thing is that, my boss said I don't look sick and she said to me "Yalor! I told him you look ok leh!" Then, after she came out, my boss directly asked me what happen to me. I told him I'm not feeling well, and needs to take the half day off. He is so kind enough to ask me to just pack my things and go home. I told him that I need to clear my things first and will go after lunch. He said "I don't wanna look at the sad face". Haha! That's funny! But well, someone really understands people's needs whereas SOME PEOPLE just can't understand people's needs. She even told me "Are you sure you want to take sick leave? Coz if you never take any sick leave for 1 year, you will get RM200+ back!" I answered her, "I'm not gonna exchange my life with money, ok?" Why is there such stupid person accepting such stupid statement? I admit I am dumb and silly sometimes BUT I've never thought there is such person who is worse than me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Now I realize that I really had a very good patience and endurance for about anything. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-6912981710828759865?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/6912981710828759865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=6912981710828759865' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/6912981710828759865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/6912981710828759865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2009/04/sick-leave.html' title='Sick Leave'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-6510706755958061239</id><published>2009-04-09T16:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:23:16.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;YAY! Tomorrow until Sunday are Public Holidays! It's what me and my fellow colleagues have been longing for. (Especially my partner-in-crime Siaw Wen). Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;I had lunch with my colleagues today at Thompson's Corner. We had the Claypot Chicken Rice. The rice is quite unique as in they put a slice of salted fish in it. But it is too salty til I can feel the saltiness until now. I'm gonna drop lots of hair soon... *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;I've watched &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=737QmQl_eYo&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Fast &amp;amp; Furious 4&lt;/a&gt; last night. One word for it... AWESOME!! Vin Diesel never disappoints me. Hehe! This sequel is the best after Tokyo Drift. The 1st 2 sequels were so-so. Soundtrack's cool too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Next in my list would be &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sRcLgG_Cs3g"&gt;X-Men Origins: Wolverine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322618405313478434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/Sd29PTuqfyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9irrwo17aVE/s320/wolverine_smallteaser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322617817377112402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/Sd28tFftgVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bmMtDHweqm4/s320/6292_7011668111.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Hugh Jackman... My next Hero.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&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/16773503-6510706755958061239?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/6510706755958061239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=6510706755958061239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/6510706755958061239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/6510706755958061239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2009/04/holiday.html' title='Holiday!'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/Sd29PTuqfyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9irrwo17aVE/s72-c/wolverine_smallteaser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-5838264388419100104</id><published>2009-04-08T16:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:06:50.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;The feeling of love and being loved is just so great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322241449846529490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SdxmZnL2XdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/07zoADHYM3k/s320/onion+happiness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Especially when you feel like you are on top of the world when you are with your loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322241618403742050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SdxmjbHBUWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/aS_j0EUhyDg/s320/onion+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;It feels like rainbows in the skies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322241858332092818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SdxmxY6ZaZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xA-hFFAoWi4/s320/untitled3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;It feels like the peaceful water in the ocean just flow with the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322242241364698258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SdxnHr0fJJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/SZ92pLoW0ns/s320/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;And most of all, you feel safe all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322242404540241394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SdxnRLskVfI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_0FFv0UeLO4/s320/Picture4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Smiles on your face all the time and you feel relaxed in whatever you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322243610908382642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SdxoXZxJVbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HLBetZ0DspM/s320/Happy_Face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;It just feels great.&lt;/span&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/16773503-5838264388419100104?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/5838264388419100104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=5838264388419100104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/5838264388419100104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/5838264388419100104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-feeling.html' title='Great Feeling'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SdxmZnL2XdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/07zoADHYM3k/s72-c/onion+happiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-635850296829428850</id><published>2009-04-07T15:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:09:17.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;Heylow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;I'm back again.... I'm too bored to be bored right now... So I thought I might as well update my blog... Hehehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;Updates about myself 1st. I'm still working with IFCA. And next month will be my 1st year Anniversary with IFCA. YAY. I've at least wow-ed many people who thought I'll be here for months. And now, guess what! I'm here for good... At least until I find something/somewhere better of course. I like this company coz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;1. it's near my house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;2. it's a non-sales/marketing job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;3. just coz it's near my house, I can save lots of money by eating 3 meals a day at HOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;4. We have access to the internet while working... YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;And coz of that, I'll be here for quite a long time I can see... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;Updates about me and my Darling. Yesterday was our 3rd Anniversary! We're 3 years old now! YAY! I'm just so glad that it happened and I'm also so glad that we're as good and as happy as we just met. I think it's the way we look at things and the way we treat each other. AND we both are working towards our goal... YES! We have [just] started to manage our spendings and expenses. We made an effort to jot down every single little detail of our daily spendings down and make an analysis from it at the end of the day. I've never thought I'd do that but it happened! It feels so good to know your spendings and to know how much you can save and how much you can spend. At least for me, I KNOW how much I spent on unnecessary stuffs... Yikes! My Darling has been promoted to be a CSO (Customer Service Officer) effective 1st January 2009. With the increase of salary, he accepted the offer. I remember that time he hand in his Resignation Letter. His bosses went shocked! Within a week, he has been called to meeting many times with them to discuss his problem and trying to keep him in the company. Trying to find out what he needs and what he wants. I guess the bosses are really appreciating him in a way. Trying to talk him into staying and trying to promise him that he will get a raise in position and in salary as soon as possible. Long story short, he's now working in the front office and no more a Mechanic like before. So now I don't have to worry about him getting injuries and I also don't need to worry that he'll be posted to Bakun for work. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;Updates on my family. Mum's doing great! Dad's still the same... Bro's finishing his degree within this year. I really hope he'll get a job by the end of the year. Somehow I worry about him. Don't know it's coz of the economic situation that I'm worried he couldn't get a job or I just wanted him to grow up... Haha! Well, anyhow, I just wish him good luck! OH! My parents are going to Europe again beginning 1st June 2009. They'll be there for around 2 weeks i think... This time they'll be going to the other side of Europe... Which is Eastern Europe, I think... The last time they went to Western Europe. I hope I'm right. Haha! I just know that this time they'll be visiting Germany, Austria, Czech Republic, etc. The last time they went to Switzerland, England, Holland, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;OH!!! I forgot another update about myself!!! I started attending YOGA CLASSES!!! Hahahaha!!! I'm loving it!! Let me show u some pics of me doing the Yoga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321851259053737602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SdsDhhNdBoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_AquNL516oY/s320/n1366476306_30164282_1962930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321851505798215890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SdsDv4Z6-NI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-3zpC36rKHM/s320/n1366476306_30164284_490454.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;Can you spot me?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333399;"&gt;&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/16773503-635850296829428850?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/635850296829428850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=635850296829428850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/635850296829428850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/635850296829428850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2009/04/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SdsDhhNdBoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_AquNL516oY/s72-c/n1366476306_30164282_1962930.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-5266909872824285367</id><published>2008-11-03T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:07:32.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;It's Monday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;And I only got 1 sentence in my mind right now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I DON WANNA WORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-5266909872824285367?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/5266909872824285367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=5266909872824285367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/5266909872824285367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/5266909872824285367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2008/11/blue-monday.html' title='Blue Monday'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-1444131000966698792</id><published>2008-11-01T12:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:42:38.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Old Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Hello!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Oh my God.. I'm gonna say this again... It's been such a long time since i last blogged... hehe~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I've been super-ultra-extrmely busy these days... we're chasing after a project... guess what, i worked til 6am in the morning last Friday nite (Saturday morning)... i was like a vampire for the whole week coz of lack of sleep... i can feel that i really work hard for this job... don't know why... feels like it's worth it in this company for working hard.. is it a sign that i'm getting old?? HELP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Recently i've met up (in MSN) with my super old classmate back in Primary School... his name is Thinakaran... FYI, he's now in South India working as a University Placement Department... sorta like helping graduates find jobs.. i think... hehe... we were so lost in contact for ages and suddenly he found me in Friendster and asked me to add him in MSN... updates from him besides working in South India, his parents were all in heaven now... mum died when he was Form 5, dad died when he waas 1st semester in Polytechnic... bro is still in Kch... sis in KL... how he got to India... that's a long story... somehow he ended up there when he was working in KL... friends' intro... hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I just came back from my friend's coffee shop... not only was her business is in good shape, she is too!! she just gave birth to a baby girl in April, &amp;amp; now she looks like she was never pregnant at all... Diana... i'm proud of u! i wanted to tell u this 2 times but i forgot! Gosh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm now waiting for my bf to bring me out... In the meantime, i'm updating my blog... hehe... i saw my friend Stephanie's blog... so i'm lilke "ya... it's been a long time since i last blogged!" hehe! ok la... to all who r reading this... keep in touch yeah... i never forget a single one of u... u will always be in my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Take care &amp;amp; Cheers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-1444131000966698792?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/1444131000966698792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=1444131000966698792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/1444131000966698792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/1444131000966698792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-old-days.html' title='Good Old Days'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-1301325396880356563</id><published>2008-08-26T16:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T16:25:36.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I have been posting for only once a month. Haha! Guess I'm not a good &amp;amp; loyal blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm just sneaking out a few minutes of my work to blog now. Nothing much to update. I'm just hoping that time pass by so quickly during weekdays and time crawls like a snail during weekends and Public Holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend hasn't found a new job yet. The IAS that had him interviewed seems so quiet. So not much hope for that. Sigh... Anyhow... We're still trying to look for other companies through the newspapers, adverts, etc... Still trying very hard to help him... Pity him that he needs to go through so much time &amp;amp; effort but I guess success and opportunity don't come easily... So we will still pray hard to God for his mighty help...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work is ok... Just trying to figure out the figures... If you know what I'm saying... Credits &amp;amp; Debits... Why is it so damn hard to absorb the Debit &amp;amp; Credit terms?!?! ARGH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Gotta end now. Looking forward for this coming long weekend. Hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&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/16773503-1301325396880356563?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/1301325396880356563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=1301325396880356563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/1301325396880356563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/1301325396880356563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-ive-done.html' title='What I&apos;ve Done'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-3392141046584197083</id><published>2008-08-04T09:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T10:07:31.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play that Funky Music~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yo Yo Yo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have been doing great despite the busy working life with a great private life. Hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just to drop by to say I'm ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;My BaoBei has been called for interview with IAS (Intelligent Automation System) last Saturday. Sounds like they wanna hire him. But it's all up to the company, right? I can't comment anything. All I can do is pray hard and give him all the support and motivation he needs. Thanks to God for giving him a chance to prove that he is able to communicate with strangers once again (because his English is poor that's why he doesn't have much self confidence with strangers). I hope the company would give him a chance to be a part of the company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;My friend Liz has found a new job too! Thanks to Star Cineplex for giving her a chance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I need to end here.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wishing everyone a good day ahead and more good times to come!&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:-)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/16773503-3392141046584197083?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/3392141046584197083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=3392141046584197083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/3392141046584197083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/3392141046584197083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2008/08/play-that-funky-music.html' title='Play that Funky Music~'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-3648670301543688936</id><published>2008-07-08T09:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T10:46:18.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I must Relax and Release my Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Somehow I have been doing things for other people without realising I am just creating problems. But to my mind, it is for other people's sake and also for their own good. But in the end, I am just feeling that I am the one who wants to change and not the person concerned. Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sometimes I feel, why am I doing so much things knowing the person wouldn't even care or notice it. I feel such a fool when I woke up this morning thinking about it. I should start my day feeling refreshed and feeling positive because I'm having such a good job wih such a good life except worrying about other people's stuffs. Considering it to be other people's stuff because it is simply out of my control of doing so. I just can lend a hand but decision will always be of their own's. Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I need to get rid of this from my mind. But I can't seem to do that... Please help.&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/16773503-3648670301543688936?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/3648670301543688936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=3648670301543688936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/3648670301543688936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/3648670301543688936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-must-relax-and-release-my-mind.html' title='I must Relax and Release my Mind'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-2558930754021146345</id><published>2008-06-26T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:34:41.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning how to "swim"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I was "thrown" to STIDC to renew their License Access Code on Wednesday by myself. When I went back to office at around 5pm, my senior says, "Why do you take soooo long to do those things?" Wow... What an insult! I was an IT handicap because I've never done any IT-related stuffs after graduating from Uni. What do you expect me to do? If I were as smart as you, you wouldn't be my Senior already, rite? By the way, I've also learnt a lot of things from the "torture" she gave me. Thanks to that! And besides, I've just known that she has been throwing me the jobs that are being assigned to her. One of my colleague says she treats me like her servant. LOL! Well, I've felt that ever since I went in. But I'm still taking it well despite I've been sickly treated while I was doing Sales/Marketing these 2 years. So that kind of insults &amp;amp; treatments, it's still tolerable for the time being. Haha! I'm going back to STIDC again tomorrow morning, I hope I will settle their problems in just 1 hour's time. One thing about my senior is that, she likes to pretend she's very clever in front of my colleagues. She's very kind &amp;amp; nice while she's out with me at customer's site. Maybe she doesn't want my colleagues to see that I am cleverer than her. LOL! What an idiot behaviour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;My bro went to Perth for about 4 days now. He says it's freezing there. How I wish Kuching is half-freezing nowadays. It has been like the heat from Hell broke lose to Earth. Super duper hot! I know my mum is feeling lonely after my bro left for Perth. She's going to stay that way until my brother comes back end of July. Poor her... I don't think my parents are talking to each other yet. But I know, they'll soon going to be good. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;My Darling is coming back on this Saturday! YES!! This Saturday!! Oh my God! It has been so fast! Thanks be to the Lord! I can't wait for him to come back. I need to buy him some nutrients for he has been starving while working there in Bakun. Poor baby... He has never felt that way before or being treated that way before. But I know that he will forever be my strong man like he used to be. I'm gonna buy him Essence of Chicken and will ask him to eat eat eat so that he gets his "beefcake" back!!! Hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Saturday fast fast come!!! And no plane delay!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-2558930754021146345?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/2558930754021146345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=2558930754021146345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/2558930754021146345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/2558930754021146345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2008/06/learning-how-to-swim.html' title='Learning how to &quot;swim&quot;'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-4368514916550745057</id><published>2008-06-23T10:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T10:32:07.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's Monday again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;AND it's 4 days til I see my Darling!!! Oh My God!!!!! I just can't wait for him to come back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't know how to describe my mood today. Part of it is excited about the comeback of my Darling. Part of it is to wanna lie on my bed, sleeping whole day like yesterday. I got no mood to work today. Couldn't sleep well last night. Maybe it's coz I slept too much yesterday that made me a little wide awake last night. Aduh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tummy's a little moddy today too. Had a little constipation but it managed to be ok after a while. Felt a little shiver too. Don't know why. Sigh sigh......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;My bro went to Perth last night. Which got my mum a little lonely without him. But hey, children grows up &amp;amp; they'll have their own life in the future. He arrived around 8am this morning. He'll be there for around 5-6 weeks (he's having semester break from Uni). His gf is there so we won't be scared he'll starve or bored to death. This is the 1st time he's travelling alone. 1st time going overseas. And 1st time having to transit through Brunei before reaching Perth (he's using Royal Brunei). I wish I could have a holiday like his. But now, everything is impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last night at the airport, I wish that while sending my bro off to Perth, I wished I was picking Darling home too. Gosh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I can't wait til Saturday!!!! I miss u so damn much~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&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/16773503-4368514916550745057?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/4368514916550745057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=4368514916550745057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/4368514916550745057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/4368514916550745057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2008/06/monday-monday.html' title='Monday Monday'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-3755890790514440781</id><published>2008-06-21T09:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T09:14:21.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hello everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last week was really a hectic week for me. Real job has begun and everyday I was busy working! Yes working! Our project is almost towards the end of development stage. So we are almost there to show it to the customers their system. Hope that they do not need to add/edit any of the fields for the time being. I pity our Programmer who came all the way here in Kuching from Guangzhou China to help do with the system. He worked day &amp;amp; night for the system &amp;amp; we kept on pushing him with our deadline. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today is a Saturday. Going shopping with my mum later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;My bf is coming back next Saturday! YAY! But we still have another 6 days to go before he comes back. I wish that time will pass as fast as lightning now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;That's all for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;P/S: I've created &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=839388515"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; and Skype! Add me by searching for me with this email: &lt;a href="mailto:annemelody83@yahoo.com.sg"&gt;annemelody83@yahoo.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&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/16773503-3755890790514440781?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/3755890790514440781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=3755890790514440781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/3755890790514440781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/3755890790514440781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2008/06/hectic-week.html' title='Hectic Week'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-436853501207071099</id><published>2008-06-16T20:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:26:15.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fishes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SFZXA03LkOI/AAAAAAAAADg/yfbf9Vir4pw/s1600-h/DSC00185.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212449290429632738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SFZXA03LkOI/AAAAAAAAADg/yfbf9Vir4pw/s320/DSC00185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt; These are my fishes! it's called Batok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&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/16773503-436853501207071099?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/436853501207071099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=436853501207071099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/436853501207071099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/436853501207071099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-fishes.html' title='My Fishes!'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SFZXA03LkOI/AAAAAAAAADg/yfbf9Vir4pw/s72-c/DSC00185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-6206216171798690848</id><published>2008-06-14T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T21:13:12.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Improvement!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I've made an improvement today!!!! I changed the water of my fish tanks myself!! YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm proud of myself today coz I managed to overcome my fear of living fishes! Muahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;13 days to go... I'll be waiting for your return...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-6206216171798690848?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/6206216171798690848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=6206216171798690848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/6206216171798690848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/6206216171798690848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2008/06/improvement.html' title='Improvement!'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-4380612356354926304</id><published>2008-06-13T20:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:10:45.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Real job is going on now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I got the order to go back to work on Sunday afternoon. Luckily my bf is not in Kuching. Or else, I would be screwed. Haha! Nah.... I think God knows that at this moment of time, I need something to keep my mind occupied. So He arranged me to work &amp;amp; not thinking about anything else. Hopefully this OT will not happen once he came back. My senior said this OT thingy is a very rare incident to happen to us. I said "us" coz we're taking the Property &amp;amp; Development sector. The last time my senior works OT is during the conversion of Ibraco (a Developer) into our system. And that was 7 or 8 years ago. I felt relieved to hear that. The other sectors like Hotels &amp;amp; Resorts, they work 24 hours a day. Coz as u know, hotels open 24 hours a day. And we can only install or update their server during the night where usage of the system is at minimal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Today is the last day of training for STIDC. Felt relieved coz I do not need to compile the report to our China programmer. He's coming over to our office on Saturday night and we will begin our meeting &amp;amp; discussion on Sunday afternoon. Hopefully all ends early &amp;amp; well for that day. It seems hard to imagine. Our software belongs to China. Haha! Great experience I have working there though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Sigh... 14 days to go.... I don't know wat else to blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Til next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-4380612356354926304?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/4380612356354926304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=4380612356354926304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/4380612356354926304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/4380612356354926304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2008/06/real-work.html' title='Real Work'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-6848633497741542679</id><published>2008-06-12T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:35:32.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couldn't Take It Anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I cried just now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;My bf went out without his handphone... He didn't tell me he's going out &amp;amp; I was so worried that I cried...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;When he finally called me, I cried even harder.... Sigh~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Seems like I can't bear living without him by my side...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I miss you...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-6848633497741542679?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/6848633497741542679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=6848633497741542679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/6848633497741542679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/6848633497741542679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2008/06/couldnt-take-it-anymore.html' title='Couldn&apos;t Take It Anymore'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-7638934577101461713</id><published>2008-06-11T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:38:56.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tiring Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I donno what to blog nor I have anything to blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Just a simple note to say I miss you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Countdown 17 days to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I feel so empty... Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-7638934577101461713?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/7638934577101461713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=7638934577101461713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/7638934577101461713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/7638934577101461713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2008/06/tiring-day.html' title='A Tiring Day'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-6751193519888775208</id><published>2008-06-09T19:38:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:01:22.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing Eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I am here again to blog... This is a weird time for me to blog as I've never come online at this point of hour... Hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Blogging time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I sent my bf to the airport. He went to Bakun to work for 19 days. I didn't cry when he left. I don't know why. Maybe that I've become tough and to not make him worry about me. I know I am more than a diamond to him so I took a pledge not to cry when he goes on travelling. Maybe that we've spent a lot of time together during the weekend that makes me stronger on us. Perhaps perhaps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week until now, at this point of time, I'm still worried about him. Because he hasn't arrived to his destination, Bakun. He's now on the way. Reception is almost nil. I've called him &amp;amp; sms him. He'll arrive approximately 9pm. Missing him now. Sigh... I don't know if I will cry tonight.. But I will try to be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend really was a meaningful weekend for me. Seems like God knows that we will be apart for 19 days that he made the time pass to slowly. Thank you Lord. We've spent almost 24 hours together except sleeping during the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning, we went to have my favourite Laksa for breakfast. Then we went home for a nap. In the afternoon, we went to Hopoh to buy &amp;amp; install some games into our PSP. Then we went to Sunday Market to buy some fruits for me to eat during the week. Then I went home to take a shower before proceeding to his house for dinner. Guess what, he took a sneak into my purse and looked into the receipt of the PSP I bought for him. At the same time, paid me money for the PSP, which eventually piss me off when I found out about the amount. Earlier on, he said he wanted to pay half of the amount to me. I said no. Because it's a gift for him. I cheated him that the PSP was only RM700++. He found out when he looked into my purse and found the receipt amounting RM998. And so he paid me RM1,000. But I paid him back Rm500 for him to bring it to Bakun as pocket money. However the rest of the RM500 I've decided to change it to SGD for us to use when we go to Singapore in December.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday morning, we went to "Green Mountain" at Muara Tebas with his mum to pray. Obviously I didn't burn joss sticks and pray. But I prayed inside my heart that he will find a better job, better career path and a better future. And I know that he prayed for good fortune and good luck. I knew he also prayed that he will have a better job and a better pay so that he will be able to marry me as soon as possible. I also prayed that he will have a safe journey to Bakun, take great care of himself and also the 19 days to pass by as fast as rocket. I sound so superstitious eh. But that's all my worries for the moment. I do not know what more to ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went again to Hopoh because the PSP games we bought the day before couldn't be installed into our PSP. Found out that the version that we're using is the original Sony version. Which means the PSP can only play Original Sony games and NOT pirated games. So our PSP got upgraded into a version 3.90 Firmware from 3.72 original version. RM50 for that upgrading. Now it can play both original &amp;amp; pirated games. YAY! Which taught me not to buy any original "electric and electronic machines" from a genuine shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was spent just the two of us. Playing PSP or just chatting with each other. And also spent a whole lot of time figuring out how to install the DVD PDP games into our PSP. I managed to install those Gameboy and Emulator games but not the PSP designed games excdept Eternal Eyes. I wonder why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh ya... Yesterday was the Duan Wu Jie (Dragon Boat Festival). For me, it's the day where eggs can stand! Yes! They can actually stand on flat floor! Look at these pictures. You either Believe It... or Not Believe It..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209853892648177474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SE0egyr7D0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/1467xcwPq-s/s320/DSC00795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Standing solo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209854256308106306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SE0e19bNNEI/AAAAAAAAADY/gWMj5gXoyV4/s320/DSC00794.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Comparisons for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Amazing isn't it? I can't believe it when my bf put it up. It seems like there's some magnetic force on the ground that just sucks the bottom of the eggs. But it only work well when the sun is high up the sky. This means it only work around 11am to 2pm. And it only works on every 5th day of the 5th month of the Chinese Lunar calender. Amazing amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;On this day, chinese also made Glutinious Rice dumplings to eat to celebrate the festival. There's a special kind of Glutinous Rice dumplings; with fillings and without fillings. The ones with fillings normally contains pork, peanuts, mushrooms, some kind of nut and some would put some yam into it. Some might just contain Yam. The ones without fillings are called "Kee Zhang". I do not know what it means but it is normally eaten with just dipping in plain white sugar, kaya or any of your favourite jams. My bf's mum said we must eat Kee Zhang before noon to prevent us from getting sick through the year. I don't really believe it but I still eat it simply because I like to eat Kee Zhang. Serves no harm too! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Guess what! My bf just called! AND he has arrived safely to Bakun and into his hostel. Thanks be to God for protecting him all the way. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm gonna watch tv now. Laterzzzz... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;P/S: I don't think I'm gonna cry tonight. Glad to know he's safe there already. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/16773503-6751193519888775208?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/6751193519888775208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=6751193519888775208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/6751193519888775208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/6751193519888775208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2008/06/standing-eggs.html' title='Standing Eggs'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SE0egyr7D0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/1467xcwPq-s/s72-c/DSC00795.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-581580839392255493</id><published>2008-06-06T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T12:59:00.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outcome of a Worried Heart 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I realised that my decision yesterday was half rational.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I found out that the Sony PSP &lt;u&gt;cannot&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;        1) simply download games &amp;amp; play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;        2) play even if it is already inside the memory card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;The largest problem now is, I don't know how to hack my PSP. The chances of spoiling it is 50:50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Gosh! Super frust now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;If these are not done, then my Sony PSP would be just for browsing the net, viewing pictures and listening to mp3s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208627900538513714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SEjDeqLJaTI/AAAAAAAAADA/YQBzisr11ro/s320/onion+swt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Should I or shouldn't I present the gift to him tonight and go running for games and hackers this weekend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Bleh...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-581580839392255493?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/581580839392255493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=581580839392255493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/581580839392255493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/581580839392255493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2008/06/outcome-of-worried-heart-2.html' title='Outcome of a Worried Heart 2'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SEjDeqLJaTI/AAAAAAAAADA/YQBzisr11ro/s72-c/onion+swt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-643424416501454684</id><published>2008-06-05T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T16:59:30.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outcome of a Worried Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I made a drastic and fast decision today. The very 1st time in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208316621160987698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SEeoX0IQPDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8EP5c4aZxlc/s320/Sony+PSP+%5BIce+Silver%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is my drastic decision. The Sony Playstation Portable 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Bought it for RM799 + 4GB Sony Memory Stick RM170 + Sony Earphones RM29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;= RM998.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;The main reason I bought it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;1) To ease the boredom of my bf while he's in Bakun for 3 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;That's the only reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Now I don't know where to download the games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-643424416501454684?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/643424416501454684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=643424416501454684' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/643424416501454684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/643424416501454684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2008/06/outcome-of-worried-heart.html' title='Outcome of a Worried Heart'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SEeoX0IQPDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8EP5c4aZxlc/s72-c/Sony+PSP+%5BIce+Silver%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-1882273052887515422</id><published>2008-06-04T16:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:11:32.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saddest Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Today marks the saddest day of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;My bf's going to Bakun for 3 weeks beginning next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I wanna faint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;After 4 days of holiday, this is the gift I get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207951036785128786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SEZb4AM0dVI/AAAAAAAAACw/DPmvCTu8GQs/s320/sad+penguin.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-1882273052887515422?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/1882273052887515422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=1882273052887515422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/1882273052887515422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/1882273052887515422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2008/06/saddest-moment.html' title='Saddest Moment'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SEZb4AM0dVI/AAAAAAAAACw/DPmvCTu8GQs/s72-c/sad+penguin.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-8908795948226822969</id><published>2008-06-04T11:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:37:33.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Hey~~~ How was ur holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time catching Crocodiles last Sunday! Hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;But now I'm back to work... *sniff*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Oh ya, my mum bought a new player system at home... it is a 4-in-1 player (DVD, VCD, CD, USB) that worked juz like a computer... It's cool! It looks like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207864579722658994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SEYNPii1RLI/AAAAAAAAACo/xzQKxeR7FS0/s320/Pioneer+%5BHTZ-363DVD%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haha... I haven't go on adventure with this new baby. Will update the outcome of it soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I spoilt my bf's DVD player last night with just one kick from my leg. Gosh... Need to replace it for him or else I will feel super guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Enjoy working!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-8908795948226822969?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/8908795948226822969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=8908795948226822969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/8908795948226822969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/8908795948226822969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2008/06/working-again.html' title='Working again...'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SEYNPii1RLI/AAAAAAAAACo/xzQKxeR7FS0/s72-c/Pioneer+%5BHTZ-363DVD%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-1514001554102553324</id><published>2008-05-31T18:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T18:38:34.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloodshed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Today is the day where i spent RM1,095 for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;1) Servicing my car = RM115.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;2) Fixing my punctured tire + tire realigning and rebalancing = RM75.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;3) Car wash = RM10.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;4) Grandma's birthday cake = RM45.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;5) My car's Insurance &amp;amp; Road Tax renewal = RM750.00 (estimated)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;6) My room's air-cond repair = RM100.00 (estimated)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Inclusive of the car repair the other day, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOTAL FOR THE WEEK &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;= RM1,515.00.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The total excludes my car's petrol &amp;amp; those everyday usage &amp;amp; also my mum's "payback". LOL. Most of it is a once in a lifetime spending but oh well, people say when the luck is not on your side, it will cause u big time and it's ALL in 1 time. But I've always been a positive person so I would think that it is for the comfort &amp;amp; the happiness of everyone i care &amp;amp; love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Fuhhhh~~~~~ Hope this will last me til next year before the next "calling from the money devil". And I hope it will come not ALL at once. But of course I hope the unnecessary bad luck won't come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all of you a Happy Gawai &amp;amp; Happy Holidays! Cheers~ BUT remember, don't drink &amp;amp; drive! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Going for my grandma's birthday dinner soon... Chow~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&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/16773503-1514001554102553324?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/1514001554102553324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=1514001554102553324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/1514001554102553324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/1514001554102553324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2008/05/bloodshed.html' title='Bloodshed'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-4626308554084664422</id><published>2008-05-28T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T10:34:04.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotel-like Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to a customer's office (1st time in this company) yesterday with my senior, Sarah. It's like WOW! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brought my car for repair today. It will cost me around RM500 to replace a fender &amp;amp; some paintworks. Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-4626308554084664422?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/4626308554084664422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=4626308554084664422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/4626308554084664422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/4626308554084664422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2008/05/hotel-like-office.html' title='Hotel-like Office'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-7751631703067578746</id><published>2008-05-26T09:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:22:00.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning... *yawnzzz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling extremely, absolutely, completely, outstandingly, extraordinarily SLEEPY today... *ZZzzzz....*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Monday again! But after this Friday, We're gonna have a 4 days holiday (Saturday to Tuesday). It's coz of the Gawai Festival where the natives over here in Sabah &amp;amp; Sarawak celebrate their Harvest Festival. So it's a Public Holiday for Sabah &amp;amp; Sarawak. Plannings in my mind on what should I do for the long weekend. Hmmm... There are a few things I would probably do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Grandma's birthday dinner on May 31st at Lok Garden, Batu Lintang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;2. Watch my HK Drama Series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;3. Maybe visit some Dayak ex-colleagues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;4. Jong's Crocodile Farm visit. (I MUST make it this time!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;5. Sleep~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;6. Eat~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;7. Sleep again~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought 2 Batoks (a kind of fish) last Saturday. With the recent rumour of the mystery caller (which can kill you through the fon with his/her black magic power), my bf has been worried so he says he wanted to keep Batoks at home to shoo away the evils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we went to Sunday Market (should be named Weekend Market) to shop for the fish and it's "accessories". The fish is kind of ugly-looking but it sure is a tough fish. It wouldn't die easily. And people say that if it's dead, means it already helped you to fight evil and sacrificed for you. Hope it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Kenyalang during Saturday night. Bought the Hong Kong Drama Series called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dicey_Business"&gt;Dicey Business&lt;/a&gt;. Watched 10 episodes from Saturday night until yesterday afternoon. 25 episodes to go. Haha! It was damn funny that Bobby Au Yeung's face looked like a GOLDFISH when he cried. LoL! Then we went for a peek at a "Snake King" from Ipoh Perak introducing his detox medicine, his cream for burns, his business of snakes, etc. One amazing thing about him, his actions are so real that I think he made around RM500 or more for the night. He told us he is a Chinese Physician back in his hometown. And because of his popularity, even the Japanese went to his shop to drink Snake Blood (believed to clean your blood). He sells everything about snakes. From Snake skin to Snake penis. Yes, Snake Penis. Snake Penis is used to regain your body strength &amp;amp; also your sexual stamina. Not scientifically proven but chinese believed so. I got no comment coz it's weird that he shows us the dried snake penis for all of us to see. I pity the snake coz his dried penis has been flashed to everybody! Tsk tsk tsk... He even showed us his death defying stunt of burning his own hands with a burning metal rope. It's for the purpose of advertising his skin cream that can cool &amp;amp; heal burns. We walked away after the metal rope stunt coz our legs are tired already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to tHe Spring last night with my mum &amp;amp; bro for dinner at The Chicken Rice Shop. Damn it's not as nice as what I've had in KL. I'd rather have Kenny Rogers or KFC instead if I knew. Besides having dinner there, my mum even had her hair cut at Cutting Edge just before we leave the premise. Then we proceed to Unaco, King's Centre coz my mum needs to buy some vegetables for the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended not so good coz I don't get a big hug from my bf. :( He went to my house after his cousin's wedding dinner and we were looking at our fishes while my mum keep talking to him about her life, her sacrifices, bla bla bla. We wanted to go up to my room for some cuddling &amp;amp; talking session until it was already too late that we both need to get some sleep. Sigh... It just ends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&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/16773503-7751631703067578746?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/7751631703067578746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=7751631703067578746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/7751631703067578746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/7751631703067578746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2008/05/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-9193552486813152318</id><published>2008-05-23T10:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T12:09:41.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WRECKED My Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yes... I really wrecked my car... Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was driving home. My bro asked me to call my dad if he wants me to pick him home but he said not yet. So I drove myself home. While I was driving in to the porch, I drove too near the wall that I wrecked the water pipe. I broke it's neck &amp;amp; the whole water pipe broke. Water was everywhere my house porch so I got down &amp;amp; I juz realized, I wrecked my car AND the water pipe. -_-"' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;After that, I replaced the water pipe with an old one from the store. Sigh..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;This morning when I came to the office, I parked my car by the roadside so that no one can see my wrecked car. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Plan to repair it when my bro is going to Perth end of next month but wouldn't it be too long for me to drive the ugly car around? Hmm... Dilemma dilemma... If I send it for repair now, I would have transportation problem. Hmm... Planning to service my car this Saturday but can't coz my bf's having an interview in the morning. We might be having breakfast together. Anyway, we'll see how it goes. May postpone it to next Saturday then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Salary haven't come out, wrecked my car already. Nvm. Positive thinker (me) says my wrecked car has helped me go through bad luck. So good luck is coming in. YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;TGiF today! Happy weekend~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&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/16773503-9193552486813152318?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/9193552486813152318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=9193552486813152318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/9193552486813152318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/9193552486813152318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wrecked-my-car.html' title='I WRECKED My Car'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-6940442624329748008</id><published>2008-05-22T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:03:53.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Hot Hot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heylowwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Where should i start... I got a Kacang-mah from my ex-colleague today! Her baby boy is officially 1 month old so it's full moon &amp;amp; according to tradition, the family needs to send out Kacang-mahs to friends &amp;amp; families to appreciate them for their wishes &amp;amp; presents (that's my wild guess)... AND she still look so slim! Gosh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was quite disappointing to me. Sigh. I went to tHe Spring to collect my specs from Optical 88 (the specs cost me RM500! and it's not as good as what i've expected). As I wasn't planning to buy anything, so i didn't really have the mind of buying anything. Then i went to Padini Concept Store and find the clothes too expensive. Even with discounts for Members &amp;amp; i'm still holding the RM10 discount voucher. So i left the store empty-handed. I don't know why i have this feeling of clothes being too expensive nowadays. I don't have that kind of feeling while i was with my previous company. I suspect it's the stress &amp;amp; pressure that made me feel the way i was. He He.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Ta Kiong juz to shop around for some junk food. I bought some biscuits: Arnott's Custard Cream Biscuit &amp;amp; Arnott's Chocolate Coated Biscuit with Mandarin Orange Cream. They're both super nice biscuits. What disappoints me deeply is that I went home &amp;amp; expecting my mum to love the Custard Cream biscuits. She loves biscuits actually but she's scared of sweetness. On our way home, my bf ask if i want to go to his house or juz settle at my house. I said go to my house because i wan my mum to try out the new bisuits. And so i unpacked the biscuits when i got home &amp;amp; transfered them to a Tupperware. Took 1 piece of biscuit for my mum &amp;amp; she rejects. The feeling is like you buy the biscuits &amp;amp; you know your mum will love it. Her comment was, "It's too sweet! I don want!". Duh~~~~~ 1 piece of biscuit will cause you diabetic meh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointingly, and full of anger, i took the biscuits &amp;amp; went upstairs to my room to share it with my bf. So we ate it. We've only eaten a few biscuits coz we juz had our dinner. So i put the leftover biscuits back downstairs by the tv. While putting it there, my mum again commented, "Tak laku lah ur biscuits! (Your biscuits not "sellable") Too sweet! Nobody wanna eat!"l. FUCK! I got angrier this time! I answered, "U don wanna eat, don eat! I give to ppl who wanna eat it!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me regretting of having the thoughts about her with the biscuits. Sigh. Regretting of not going to my bf's house coz his mum would love the biscuits (my assumptions again).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the night ends. With disappontments...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&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/16773503-6940442624329748008?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/6940442624329748008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=6940442624329748008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/6940442624329748008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/6940442624329748008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2008/05/hot-hot-hot.html' title='Hot Hot Hot!'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-8265213684509703887</id><published>2008-05-20T09:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T09:45:48.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's working day again... After the long 3-days weekend, it's kinda "dragging" to go to work... Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays didn't work out as what i thought. I thought i was gonna go see Crocodiles at Jong's Crocodile Farm or going to the "Green Mountain" Temple with my bf. I ended up sleeping throughout and watching movies &amp;amp; a little bit of shopping. Enjoyed it in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Superhero Movie last Saturday night. Watched it. Kinda funny though as it makes fun of various superheroes like Superman, Spiderman, X-men, etc. The "superhero" in the movie is called Dragon-Fly. The storyline is based on the movie Spiderman. Where the kid got bitten by a Dragon-Fly then he turned into a Hero just like Spiderman. It was quite funny the movie but i think Meet the Spartans is funnier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I also played basketball with my bf &amp;amp; frens. I didn't play much as it is a male-dominated game. So most of the time, i sat at the bench watching them play. :) Then i get the muscle-ache on the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;To summarize all 3 days in a word, it has been a HOT weekend. Weather is super duper hot hot hot. I pray that it rains tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chowzzz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&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/16773503-8265213684509703887?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/8265213684509703887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=8265213684509703887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/8265213684509703887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/8265213684509703887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2008/05/post-holiday.html' title='Post-Holiday'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-3111086142489209131</id><published>2008-05-17T10:24:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T12:38:28.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Photos update! Here is a post to update my frens or anyone about wat I have been doing these past year... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genting Highlands &amp;amp; KL (09.08.2007 to 12.08.2007)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SC5CEy5OFTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3BqHxTU65jc/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201167269808182578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SC5CEy5OFTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3BqHxTU65jc/s320/DSC00049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was in Genting on 09.08.2007 to 11.08.2007. This is the queue ticket to check-in to the hotel of Genting. The queue (business) of Genting Highlands Hotels &amp;amp; Resorts are superb. Look at the ticket that I was holding. We still have to wait for another 152 customers for them to serve before serving us. But they've got great service that we've only waited less than 1 hour for them to serve us. Keep up the good work there! Then we went down to KL for a night before coming back to Kuching.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201169000680002898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SC5Dpi5OFVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-hp3g63srP8/s320/DSC00060.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the game in Genting where i remembered the most. Coz it's the most exciting game that i've played so far. We've also played the game called The Flying Dragon. It's "tummy-upsetting" but it's not as thrilling as this one above. Haha! There are other games we've played like the Corkscrew (roller coaster), Merry-go-round, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Bako National Park (01.09.2007 to 02.09.2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201172831790831010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SC5HIi5OFaI/AAAAAAAAABY/w5qZPs9jzdY/s320/P9010341.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This pic was taken on the way to the island (i think Bako National Park is an island by itself). Gosh, i donno the history of my own land. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201169550435816802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SC5EJi5OFWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/wibaJ9vwj2s/s320/DSC04052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;After the boat ride, we need to walk towards the place we live. It's quite a distance. The boat couldn't go up til the shore because the land is very high unlike those in Pulau Redang or the East Coast of Peninsular Malaysia &amp;amp; also the tide is very low in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201173806748407218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SC5IBS5OFbI/AAAAAAAAABg/GOC2GoW-JJw/s320/P9010353.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the Guide to the trails available in the park. There's nothing much to do in the park except jungle trekking &amp;amp; hiking the mountains(?) or hills. Beware because you can easily gety lost inside. The trails are quite organized i should say. I wouldn't know any better (or worse) ones because this is my 1st time walking inside the jungle &amp;amp; mountain. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201191351689811490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SC5X-i5OFiI/AAAAAAAAACY/po0EtWL9Boo/s320/DSC04067.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is us halfway through the trails. Looks like we r all tired (especially me) coz we've all never went things like this b4 &amp;amp; we've never train ourselves b4 the trip. I totally wanted to give up while halfway up the 1st trail. Gosh! LoL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201196690334160434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SC5c1S5OFjI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pa-mDdAkWmA/s320/P9010357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;VICTORY!!! Telok Pandan Besar Beach... He he!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201174760231146946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SC5I4y5OFcI/AAAAAAAAABo/kIAXbAxuYS4/s320/DSC04086.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And..... this is me.... totally FLAT out. Thinking back, I'm such a loser! LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201171113803912578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SC5Fki5OFYI/AAAAAAAAABI/qHud8FodKnQ/s320/DSC04072.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the reward for climbing half dead. SUPER WORTH IT! The scenery was so breathtaking! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201172097351423378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SC5Gdy5OFZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/S0-U-Pl6xww/s320/P9020453.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the top of the mountain of i-donno-where. I remembered goin there by boat, we climbed up the trail shown by the boat rider &amp;amp; wallah~~~ We've arrived here. There is a trail that leads to this place but it will take days to reach. like u need to stay/camp halfway b4 proceeding the journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201175511850423762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SC5Jki5OFdI/AAAAAAAAABw/jDVlxTVAJOE/s320/P9010363.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahhh... This is a picture of sunset... Yeah.... Breathtaking... It reminds me of a song by Zhou Chuan Siong aka Xiao Gang called Huang Hun. But to summarize the feeling, it shows that watever happens to us, be it good or bad, there will always be hope for tomorrow. And watever bad that happens, be glad that it happened &amp;amp; don be sad because tomorrow will always be a better day. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201176379433817570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SC5KXC5OFeI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OzDLosG4rdY/s320/P9010388.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This picture is just too cute not to post. This picture was taken at night while we were enjoying ourselves at hour hotel. While we were playing cards &amp;amp; just relaxing ourselves, suddenly there was a banging sound from in front of our hotel. We jumped up &amp;amp; saw these 2 adult Wild Boars fighting with each other. I donno wat were they fighting for but i think it should be over food (just my wild guess). We were so scared that they will come up &amp;amp; hit us. LoL, Btw, the picture above. These are wild boars; mummy Wild Boar &amp;amp; 2 little baby Wild Boars. They're so cute! We've also given (thrown?) them things to eat. They eat EVERYTHING! We even gave them peppermint sweets, they eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201179553414649330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SC5NPy5OFfI/AAAAAAAAACA/g_-aZ5BmoF4/s320/P9020403.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is a picture we took of one of the wild boars the next day. Just look at the nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201180309328893442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SC5N7y5OFgI/AAAAAAAAACI/7jkxA8eViPo/s320/DSC04151.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is a must have pic from Bako. It is the international logo of Bako, Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201180953573987858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SC5OhS5OFhI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GLM0pUatDsw/s320/DSC04178.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Time to go home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Overview of Bako National Park:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The scenery was breathtaking, having the nature surrounding us &amp;amp; being proud of the fact that it is a national heritage, makes us wanna recycle more &amp;amp; to help preserve the nature. Besides that, the facilities provided are totally disappointing. The water supply is awful &amp;amp; the food served by the canteen is totally disgusting, dirty AND super EXPENSIVE. I know food &amp;amp; drinks in this kind of place is suppose to be expensive but gosh! Just look at the quality! I'm not trying to pin-point anything or anyone, but since this place is a tourist attraction (organized by the Sarawak as well as the Malaysian Forestry Department), shouldn't it be well organized up to the international standard? I'm not the only one or the 1st one to complain but I saw it in the newspaper &amp;amp; also comments from people around me. made me shameful of the government here &amp;amp; everytime someone asks me about the place, I would say "environment's superb BUT not the food &amp;amp; facilities". The best food there whould be the Burger stall operated by some malays which is only open for supper. Sigh... I just feel so sad for the tourists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-3111086142489209131?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/3111086142489209131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=3111086142489209131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/3111086142489209131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/3111086142489209131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2008/05/photos-update.html' title='Photos Update!'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VE_P2dHbfh4/SC5CEy5OFTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3BqHxTU65jc/s72-c/DSC00049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-1443697505345947398</id><published>2008-05-16T09:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:38:05.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGiF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Thank God it's Friday Friday FRIDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO~~~ Boogy woogy! It's FRIDAY!! YAY! Can't wait for the weekends to come! Hehe! Can't sleep well last nite so today must be a little crazy aka brain wire short-circuit. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a thrilling day for me. Finally managed to get the courage to ask my senior about the Software. It's like taking GUTS to go &amp;amp; ask her a Question. Gosh, why does communication in this company seems so hard! You know, in my company, or probably only my department, everybody seemed so confined to their own PC/Laptop til you can only hear keyboard sounds in the room. See how serious this is? It means all of us are communicating through the online Messenger ie. MSN Messenger, emails, etc. Another reason would be, they don't communicate at all. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was super hot. I pray that it will rain cats &amp;amp; dogs today for 5 hours (or more as long as it won't cause flood). I pray that it will rain tonite. Enough to cool down the weather (ground) oredi. And also we can sleep like a baby tonite. YAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Enjoy your weekend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-1443697505345947398?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/1443697505345947398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=1443697505345947398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/1443697505345947398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/1443697505345947398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2008/05/tgif.html' title='TGiF!'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-4573993314744485042</id><published>2008-05-15T08:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T10:45:03.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Thursday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;YAY! It's Thursday oredi! YAY YAY! Friday tomoro &amp;amp; it's gonna be a long weekend ahead coz Monday is Wesak Day! YAY YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, it has only been 2 weeks in this new company &amp;amp; I'm longing for holidays. Bad sign eh? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with a flu today. Made me felt sick &amp;amp; bad mood. Urgh! I hate flu in the morning coz it ruins my whole day... But i took a Clarinase so now hoping my nose (&amp;amp; mood) will get better soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nite was great. Having my bf with me, juz talking &amp;amp; chit-chatting over everything. That's my usual weekday routine i guess. Makes us understand each other more day by day. Hmm... We flipped through the newspaper for the last 2 days but found no match for his qualification &amp;amp; location for a new job. There's one which suits but it's in Miri. As we do not plan to go anywhere outside Kuching at the moment, so he did not apply for the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my family's doing great, my parents' relationship is not doing well. I noticed there has been a cold war between them. They don't talk to each other (i suppose) for quite a while oredi. Last nite, my dad went for his (company?) dinner but without telling my mum about it. Normally my mum would know where he would be going &amp;amp; wat purpose but last nite she kept asking me where my dad's going. I have no idea coz i don care where they're going. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Enough for the day. Update later. Good day ahead! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&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/16773503-4573993314744485042?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/4573993314744485042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=4573993314744485042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/4573993314744485042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/4573993314744485042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-thursday.html' title='It&apos;s Thursday!'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-9203296440484560218</id><published>2008-05-14T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T12:31:11.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wow! It has been a long long long longggggggggg time since I last blogged! Hahahaha! Even my account was barred &amp;amp; I have to claim it back from Blogger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok updates from me:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm now working with an IT Consulting Firm. This week is the 2nd week i'm here &amp;amp; still figuring out where i'm at in this company. I'm kinda blur. He he. As my last 3 jobs are all Sales/Marketing, this job requires me to sit in the office for the whole day looking at my PC. This office is kinda weird too. Minimal human touch. Maximum technology usage. In this office, I can only hear keyboard sounds as everybody's chatting &amp;amp; doing their things on their PC. Very few ppl actually talk as they can say it through MSN Messenger. LOL. Impressed me. 1st time in this kinda situation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My personal life has also been improving. We got closer to each other everyday &amp;amp; we have just celebrated our 2 yrs being together.... &amp;amp; counting... Kinda cute. Now me &amp;amp; my bf are searching for a better future. As i have changed my job for a better future prospect, he would also like to change to a better job (better working life, better pay). He still hasn't got any prospect for his job yet despite the interviews he had. All beh ngam eh... If anyone of you have any idea of any vacancy, kindly tell me! His qualification is of Diploma of Automotive Engineering (Mechanical) LOL! Advertising on Blogspot. LOL LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My family has been great too! My mum went for Line Dancing almost everyday. She went with my bro. My dad is still the same. Working &amp;amp; working &amp;amp; working &amp;amp; working. Last 2 weekends, my mum went Lundu SBEU Retreat with her dancing friends. It's great to see my mum enjoying her life while she can... Doing things she likes... hmm... Makes me wanna retire &amp;amp; be like her too.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ok back to work. Lunch soon. YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-9203296440484560218?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/9203296440484560218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=9203296440484560218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/9203296440484560218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/9203296440484560218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-happy.html' title='I am Happy!'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-116806126965250667</id><published>2007-01-06T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T13:27:49.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to all my friends...</title><content type='html'>heylow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while since i last blogged... sigh.. many things has happened new year's here.. new resolutions.. bla bla bla.. i'm sick.. fever with flu &amp; sore throat... damn... stupid company... stupid boss with stupid management &amp;amp; all those stupid things... argh!!! when can this end??? i;m tired of everything... treating me like a small kid with no brain... fucking shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanx to my Bao Bei.. been with me since day 1 of my life.. &amp; now at least that i have u by my side, everything i go thru is worth the sacrifice.. he took care of me.. love me &amp;amp; appreciates me for everything i am... thanx Baobei... i love u so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrates to phyllis for her wedding &amp; her new life now... she has a great life &amp;amp; a great destiny ahead... congrates to Nana for her decision &amp; watever she has now... i know she'll have a great life from now on... Steph.. i can see it in ur eyes that day that ur heart is not in Kch... though i donno much about u guys &amp;amp; all.. but i know u guys well that i can feel wat u feel... i donno... it's jus 6th sense... to the rest of my friends... i love u all.. although sometimes i reject u guys, but then, my love is still with u all... sigh... sometimes i'm hard to be understood.. but i hope that our friendship last a lifetime... no matter whr u guys are... i still think of u guys... if only u all know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... im having fever now.. i donno wat else to say... it's a new year &amp; i hope this new year brings me with lots of happiness &amp;amp; new beginnings... i love u BaoBei.. thanx for everything... i miss u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one &amp;amp; only,&lt;br /&gt;MelodyAnne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-116806126965250667?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/116806126965250667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=116806126965250667' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/116806126965250667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/116806126965250667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-all-my-friends.html' title='to all my friends...'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-116399262541255232</id><published>2006-11-20T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T11:23:48.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Hell Exothermic (gives off heat) OR Endothermic (absorbs heat)?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid-term. The answer by one student was so "profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;BONUS QUESTION: IS HELL EXOTHERMIC (GIVES OFF HEAT) OR ENDOTHERMIC (ABSORBS HEAT)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell.&lt;br /&gt;Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gives two possibilities:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which is it? If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, "It will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you," and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number two must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over. The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct... leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting "Oh my God."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The student received the only "A".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one &amp;amp; only,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;MelodyAnne&lt;/span&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/16773503-116399262541255232?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/116399262541255232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=116399262541255232' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/116399262541255232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/116399262541255232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2006/11/is-hell-exothermic-gives-off-heat-or.html' title='Is Hell Exothermic (gives off heat) OR Endothermic (absorbs heat)?'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-116277820219724695</id><published>2006-11-06T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T09:57:34.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my Weekend..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;hello!! wat a weekend i had... saturday i was working alone the whole day, taking care of the showroom... had a customer who signed a deal with me.. a great day.. during nite time, i went for a dinner at my aunt's house for my dad's &amp; my aunty's birthday.. great nite too.. with nice food!!! :) hehe! then i went to look for my bf.. we had a great nite together.. jus talking &amp;amp; listening to each other.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;then on sunday, i woke up as early as 7am, to go jogging &amp; playing some basketball with my bf.. he made me workout coz he feels that im weak &amp;amp; unhealthy.. basically, i am! haha! so we had a battle on basketball.. he won.. of course.. haha! but i made him score 15 times of 3 points.. he made it at no sweat.. damn.. haha! though it's been a long time since he last played basketball, but he's still good at it.. :) then we each went home for a bath then out again for breakfast... then to his house for the whole day... i feel like heaven... am chatting with Michael now.. thanx to Michael, my fren who supported me &amp; gave me courage to make the decision.. thanx a lot.. u made my life worth taking risks.. &amp;amp; now that im feeling on top of the sky.. i pray that one day u will too.. don worry.. i'll be by ur side whenever u need a fren to chat with..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;i think my mum is having a menopause.. unpredictable mood,.. or i guess she's always behaving that way.. she likes to make everyone praise her, having attention on her, bla bla bla.. omg... sigh.. i donno wat to do.. she like to mess everyone's day up.. she's turning more &amp; more like granma.. really photostating her rite now.. i tried to be nice.. but everytime i did something good, i feel good &amp;amp; proud of myself, she'll just say something that hurts so much that it makes me feel wasted of all my efforts.. the feeling of ur most adored, most loved one is pouring cold water on ur heart EVERYTIME u did something good &amp; nice to make her happy.. now i realised that she's been that way all the while since i was young.. maybe now that she's getting worse &amp;amp; worse, i'm afraid i'll be like her too in the future.. sigh.. i told my bf about my mum.. he jokingly said: "will u be that way? coz ppl always say that 'like mother like daughter'" LOL.. i think in the future, all i can do is to control myself... learn from lessons of life.. i really feel bad for my dad.. having to live with my mum.. having to deserve all the bullets, hurting words, tortures.... i donno... if i was my dad, i would leave home long ago.. i couldn't stand it.. no wonder my bro keep himself to his room everyday.. as for me, i never stay at home more than 3 hours per day.. except going home to sleep.. :) well, maybe my dad &amp; my mum have some things that they cant be apart.. i donno.. all i know is that i cant stand my mum anymore.. i donno wat to do anymore.. i go home everyday coz i wanna c my dad.. i love my dad.. not that i don love my mum.. i love her too.. jus sometimes i feel painful to love her for all the things that she rejects of me.. it's obvious on how she make me feel jealous of my bro.. sometimes she purposely buys good expensive things for my bro.. i don care.. it's not my money.. all i know is that she will spoil my bro &amp;amp; thinking that she's doing the rite thing for my bro.. sigh... i don care.. i wont be jealous too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;well, i guess every family has their own difficult bible to write.. but well, at least i'm still feeling great! everything about me is perfect now!! all im thinking of now is to earn more money, live a good life, be happy &amp; think positive for everything in the world.. everything happens for a reason.. &amp;amp; they don need u to understand.. coz that's the great creation of God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;the one &amp;amp; only,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;MelodyAnne&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/16773503-116277820219724695?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/116277820219724695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=116277820219724695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/116277820219724695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/116277820219724695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-weekend.html' title='my Weekend..'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-116263013451968731</id><published>2006-11-04T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T17:01:46.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hinder - Lips of an Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;this song is really a nice song for me.. it's such that it is so pure &amp; it just soothes my mood.. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ENJOY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hinder - Lips of an Angel&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Honey why are you calling me so late? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;It's kinda hard to talk right now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my girls in the next room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Sometimes I wish she was you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;I guess we never really moved on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;It sounds so sweet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Hearing those words, It makes me weak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;It's funny that you're calling me tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;And yes I've dreamt of you too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;And does he know you're talking to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Will it start a fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;No I don't think she has a clue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my girls in the next room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Sometimes I wish she was you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt; guess we never really moved on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;It sounds so sweet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;It sounds so sweet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;(And I never wanna say goodbye) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;But girl you make it so hard to be faithful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;With the lips of an angel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey why are you calling me so late? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one &amp;amp; only,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;MelodyAnne&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/16773503-116263013451968731?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/116263013451968731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=116263013451968731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/116263013451968731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/116263013451968731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2006/11/hinder-lips-of-angel.html' title='Hinder - Lips of an Angel'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-116243865269301496</id><published>2006-11-02T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T09:21:30.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Halloween...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels like it's been a long time since i write.. well, i've been good.. extraordinarily feeling at the top of the world.. despite some terrible incidents last 2 days, im feeling great now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last 2 days, had some misunderstandings with my bf, mum &amp; some probs happening in my office.. sigh.. but all's well now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;can't believe i've been so careless about myself.. i left the pic of me &amp;amp; my ex in my hi5.. &amp; my bf added me, accepted my invitation &amp;amp; saw the pic inside.. sms me &amp; told me he saw the pic.. DAMN!! double damn!!! it's such a careless mistake that i could not forgive myself.. man....... wat a beginning of a day.. but then we talked it over.. he also asked me about some Qs.. bout my past.. i shouldn't have told him but then i told him still.. sometimes i really think i'm either stupid or retarded... previous night, he planned to give me a surprise.. but then i ruined it.. &amp;amp; it made him feel so down &amp; cold inside for me... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;can u imagine a nite, u had some bad times, u managed to cure it.. the next morning, it happens again... it's like ur heart has been splashed with cold water, u warm it up.. &amp;amp; few hrs later, splashed with cold water again... wow........ *speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;luckily, everything's settled b4 we get to our own bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;beside some bf prob, my mum came in &amp; mess up my day... i told her i need to take out some money from my bank to pay my hp bill.. she said that i'm crazy &amp;amp; asked me to change my job.. bla bla bla... now i'm doubting wat does she wan actually.. she says "we earn so hard to pay for ur studies til ur degree for u to have better future.. not for a RM300 job".. wat the?!?!?!?! HELLO!!! i tot u r happy that i work here?! in the beginning, i doubt bout this job... u said it's good for me to expose myself &amp; gain experience.. now u're telling me this?! wat's wrong with u??? keep rushing me to change job.. so easy ar?!?!?! FUCK man!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;then comes my colleague.. telling me the catalogues that we did last week was in trouble.. i tot we did 7,500 pieces.. but then Pos Malaysia counted.. it's 10,000 pieces.. it's impossible.. now that we need to take back the remaining 2,500 pieces as waste paper? damn... it's really impossible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;great days i had.. is not wat i tot it was... now that everything's ok.. felt relieved.. lessons in life.. cannot end.. it must go on... have a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one &amp;amp; only,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;MelodyAnne&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/16773503-116243865269301496?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/116243865269301496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=116243865269301496' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/116243865269301496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/116243865269301496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-halloween.html' title='My Halloween...'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-116243693507165151</id><published>2006-11-02T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T11:08:55.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys, be patient...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;A young courting couple are out for a romantic walk along a leafy country lane. They walk hand in hand and, as they stroll, the young man's lustful desire rises to a peak. He is just about to get frisky when the young woman says, "I hope you don't mind, but I really do need to have a piss". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Slightly taken aback by this vulgarity, he suggests she go behind a hedge. She nods in agreement and disappears behind the hedge. As he waits, he can hear the sound of the white panties sliding down voluptuous legs and he imagines what loveliness is being exposed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Unable to contain his animal thoughts a moment longer, he reaches through a gap in the foliage, touches her smooth, bare leg. He gently brings his hand further up to her thigh until suddenly, and with great astonishment, he finds himself gripping a long, thick appendage hanging between her legs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;He gasps in horror "My God Mary have you changed your sex?" "No" she replies "I've changed my mind - I'm having a poo instead." &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/16773503-116243693507165151?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/116243693507165151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=116243693507165151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/116243693507165151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/116243693507165151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2006/11/guys-be-patient.html' title='Guys, be patient...'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-116243682943358479</id><published>2006-11-02T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T11:07:09.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian &amp; his Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Brian came home from the pub late one Friday evening stinking drunk, as he often did, and crept into bed beside his wife who was already asleep. He gave her a peck on the cheek and fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;When he awoke he found a strange man standing at the end of his bed wearing a long flowing white robe. "Who the hell are you?" demanded Brian, "and what are you doing in my bedroom?". The mysterious Man answered "This isn't your bedroom and I'm St Peter". Brian was stunned "You mean I'm dead!!! That can't be, I have so much to live for, I haven't said goodbye to my family... you've got to send me back straight away". St Peter replied "Yes, you can be reincarnated but there is a catch. We can only send you back as a dog or a hen." Brian was devastated, but knowing there was a farm not far from his house, he asked to be sent back as a hen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A flash of light later he was covered in feathers and clucking around pecking the ground. "This ain't so bad" he thought until he felt this strange feeling welling up inside him.&lt;br /&gt;The farmyard rooster strolled over and said "So you're the new hen, how are you enjoying your first day here?" "It's not so bad" replies Brian, "but I have this strange feeling inside like I'm about to explode". "You're ovulating" explained the rooster, "don't tell me you've never laid an egg before". "Never" replies Brian "Well just relax and let it happen".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And so he did and after a few uncomfortable seconds later, an egg pops out from under his tail. An immense feeling of relief swept over him and his emotions got the better of him as he experienced motherhood for the first time. When he laid his second egg, the feeling of happiness was overwhelming and he knew that being reincarnated as a hen was the best thing that ever happened to him... ever!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The joy kept coming and as he was just about to lay his third egg he felt an enormous smack on the back of his head and heard his wife shouting... "BRIAN, WAKE UP YOU DRUNKEN BASTARD, YOU'VE SHIT THE BED!!"&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/16773503-116243682943358479?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/116243682943358479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=116243682943358479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/116243682943358479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/116243682943358479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2006/11/brian-his-dream.html' title='Brian &amp; his Dream'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-116053859196166727</id><published>2006-10-11T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:49:51.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have A Nice Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;A fellow bought a new Mercedes and was out on the interstate for a nice evening drive. The top was down, the breeze was blowing through what was left of his hair and he decided to open her up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;As the needle jumped up to 80 mph, he suddenly saw flashing red and blue lights behind him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;"There's no way they can catch a Mercedes," he thought to himself and opened her up further. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;The needle hit 90... 100... Then the reality of the situation hit him. "What am I doing?" he thought and pulled over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;The cop came up to him, took his license without a word and examined it and the car. "It's been a long day, this is the end of my shift and it's Friday the 13th. I don't feel like more paperwork, so if you can give me an excuse for your driving that I haven't heard before, you can go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;The guy thinks for a second and says, "Last week my wife ran off with a cop. I was afraid you were trying to give her back!" "Have a nice weekend," said the officer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;the one &amp;amp; only,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;MelodyAnne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-116053859196166727?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/116053859196166727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=116053859196166727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/116053859196166727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/116053859196166727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2006/10/have-nice-day.html' title='Have A Nice Day!'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-116053817474013620</id><published>2006-10-11T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:42:54.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere... In The Middle of Nowhere...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;On a group of beautiful deserted islands in the middle of nowhere, the following people are suddenly stranded by, as you might expect, a shipwreck:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Italian men and 1 Italian woman&lt;br /&gt;2 French men and 1 French woman&lt;br /&gt;2 German men and 1 German woman&lt;br /&gt;2 Greek men and 1 Greek woman&lt;br /&gt;2 English men and 1 English woman&lt;br /&gt;2 Bulgarian men and 1 Bulgarian woman&lt;br /&gt;2 Japanese men and 1 Japanese woman&lt;br /&gt;2 Chinese men and 1 Chinese woman&lt;br /&gt;2 American men and 1 American woman&lt;br /&gt;2 Irish men and 1 Irish woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month later on these same absolutely stunning deserted islands in the middle of nowhere, the following things have occurred:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One Italian man killed the other Italian man for the Italian woman.&lt;br /&gt;- The two French men and the French woman are living happily together in a menage-a-trois.&lt;br /&gt;- The two German men have a strict weekly schedule of alternating visits with the German woman.&lt;br /&gt;- The two Greek men are sleeping with each other and the Greek woman is cleaning and cooking for them.&lt;br /&gt;- The two English men are waiting for someone to introduce them to the English woman.&lt;br /&gt;- The two Bulgarian men took one long look at the endless ocean, and another long look at the Bulgarian woman, and started swimming.&lt;br /&gt;- The two Japanese men have faxed Tokyo and are awaiting instructions.&lt;br /&gt;- The two Chinese men have set up a pharmacy, a liquor store, a restaurant and a laundry, and have got the woman pregnant in order to supply employees for their stores.&lt;br /&gt;- The two American men are contemplating the virtues of suicide because the American woman keeps endlessly complaining about her body; the true nature of feminism; how she can do everything they can do; the necessity of fulfilment; the equal division of household chores; how sand and palm trees make her look fat; how her last boyfriend respected her opinion and treated her nicer than they do; how her relationship with her mother is improving and how at least the taxes are low and it isn't raining.&lt;br /&gt;- The two Irish men have divided the island into North and South and set up a distillery. They do not remember if sex is in the picture because it gets sort of foggy after the first few litres of coconut whisky. But they're satisfied because at least the English aren't having any fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one &amp;amp; only,&lt;br /&gt;MelodyAnne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-116053817474013620?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/116053817474013620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=116053817474013620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/116053817474013620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/116053817474013620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2006/10/somewhere-in-middle-of-nowhere.html' title='Somewhere... 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To entertain them the Major called for this HOT number from the nearby town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;She came, danced and when the first dance was done, the soldiers went mad. They clapped for 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;For her second number she stripped and danced in sheer bra and G strings. This time the applause went for 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;The next number she danced topless, and this time the applause went on and on. The Major had to come on stage and ask them to quiet down for the grand finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;For her last number, she was to strip completely and dance naked. The Major expected the soldiers to make enough noise to bring the roof down. But ten minutes later, there is no clapping and the dancer comes backstage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;The Major asks her, "What happened? How come there was no clapping this time?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;She replied, "Major, how do you expect those poor boys to clap with one hand?!!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;the one &amp;amp; only,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;MelodyAnne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-116053782418495275?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/116053782418495275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=116053782418495275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/116053782418495275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/116053782418495275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2006/10/stripper.html' title='Stripper!'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-115984932116092892</id><published>2006-10-03T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T15:02:57.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Premature Ejaculation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This one's stupid!! ahahahah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A man was having problems with premature ejaculation so he decided to go to the doctor. He asked the doctor what he could do to cure his problem. In response, the doctor said, "When you feel like you are getting ready to ejaculate, try startling yourself." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That same day the man went to the store and bought himself a starter pistol. All excited to try this suggestion, he ran home to his wife. At home, he found his wife was in bed, naked and waiting. As the two began, they found themselves in the 69 position. The man, moments later, felt the sudden urge to ejaculate and fired the starter pistol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The next day, the man went back to the doctor. The doctor asked, "How did it go?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man answered, "Not that well...when I fired the pistol, my wife peed in my face, bit 3 inches off my penis and my neighbour came out of the closet with his hands in the air!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-115984932116092892?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/115984932116092892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=115984932116092892' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/115984932116092892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/115984932116092892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2006/10/premature-ejaculation.html' title='Premature Ejaculation!'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-115984865134490760</id><published>2006-10-03T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T12:10:51.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alligator Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A young blonde was on vacation and driving through the Everglades wanted to take home a pair of genuine alligator shoes, but was very reluctant to pay the high prices the local vendors were asking. After becoming very frustrated with the "no haggle on prices" attitude of one of the shopkeepers, the blonde shouted, "Well then, maybe I'll just go out and catch my own alligator, so I can get a pair of shoes for free!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The shopkeeper said with a sly, knowing smile, "Little lady, just go and give it a try!" So the blonde headed out toward the swamps, determined to catch an alligator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Later in the day, as the shopkeeper is driving home, he pulls over to the side of the levee where he spots the same young woman standing waist deep in the murky bayou water, shotgun in hand. Just then, he spots a huge 9-foot gator swimming rapidly toward her. With lightning speed, she takes aim, kills the creature and hauls it onto the slimy bank of the swamp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lying nearby were 7 more of the dead creatures, all lying on their backs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The shopkeeper stood on the bank, watching in silent amazement. The blonde struggled and flipped the gator onto its back. Rolling her eyes heavenward and screaming in great frustration, she shouts out.. "SHIT... THIS ONE'S BAREFOOT, TOO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-115984865134490760?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/115984865134490760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=115984865134490760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/115984865134490760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/115984865134490760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2006/10/alligator-shoes.html' title='Alligator Shoes'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-115984841853474733</id><published>2006-10-03T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T12:06:58.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Forgot Your Wheelchair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's a joke i'd like to share:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Paddy had been drinking at his local Dublin pub all day and most of the night celebrating St Patrick's Day. Mick, the bartender says, "You'll not be drinking anymore tonight Paddy. Paddy replies, "OK Mick, I'll be on my way then."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paddy spins around on his stool and steps off. He falls flat on his face. "Shoite" he says and pulls himself up by the stool and dusts himself off. He takes a step towards the door and falls flat on his face, "Shoite, Shoite!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks to the doorway and thinks to himself that if he can just get to the door and some fresh air he'll be fine. He belly crawls to the door and shimmies up to the door frame. He sticks his head outside and takes a deep breath of fresh air, feels much better and takes a step out onto the sidewalk and falls flat on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bi'Jesus... I'm fockin' focked," he says. He can see his house just a few doors down, and crawls to the door, hauls himself up the door frame, opens the door and shimmies inside. He takes a look up the stairs and says "No fockin' way". He crawls up the stairs to his bedroom door and says "I can make it to the bed." He takes a step into the room and falls flat on his face. He says "Fock it" and falls into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, his wife, Jess, comes into the room carrying a cup of coffee and says, "Get up Paddy. Did you have a bit to drink last night?". Paddy says, "I did Jess. I was fockin' pissed. But how'd you know?" "Mick phoned. You left your wheelchair at the pub."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one &amp;amp; only,&lt;br /&gt;MelodyAnne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-115984841853474733?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/115984841853474733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=115984841853474733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/115984841853474733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/115984841853474733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2006/10/your-forgot-your-wheelchair.html' title='Your Forgot Your Wheelchair!'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-115976126971110797</id><published>2006-10-02T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T11:54:29.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Daring Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I Am Bold And Brave&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdaringareyouquiz/bold-and-brave.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But daring? Not usually?&lt;br /&gt;I tend to like to make calculated risks.&lt;br /&gt;So while I may not be base jumping any time soon...&lt;br /&gt;I am up for whatever's new and (a little) exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdaringareyouquiz/"&gt;How Daring Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-115976126971110797?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/115976126971110797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=115976126971110797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/115976126971110797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/115976126971110797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-daring-am-i.html' title='How Daring Am I?'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-115976101908383591</id><published>2006-10-02T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T11:50:19.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's My Power Color?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;My Power Color Is Red-Orange&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/red-orange.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At My Highest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am warm, sensitive, and focused on my personal growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At My Lowest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I become defensive and critical if I feel attacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loyal - but I demand the respect I deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Am I Attractive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very affectionate and inspire trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Eternal Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am I Respected?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Power Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-115976101908383591?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/115976101908383591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=115976101908383591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/115976101908383591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/115976101908383591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2006/10/whats-my-power-color.html' title='What&apos;s My Power Color?'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-115976069184143708</id><published>2006-10-02T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T11:44:51.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I Drive Like A Girl or A Guy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;My Driving is: 48% Male, 52% Female&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyoudrivelikeaguyoragirlquiz/driving-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to studies, you drive both like a guy and a girl.&lt;br /&gt;This means you're a pretty average driver, with typical quirks.&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally you're frustrated and or a little reckless, but that's the exception - not the norm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoudrivelikeaguyoragirlquiz/"&gt;Do You Drive Like a Guy or a Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-115976069184143708?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/115976069184143708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=115976069184143708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/115976069184143708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/115976069184143708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2006/10/do-i-drive-like-girl-or-guy.html' title='Do I Drive Like A Girl or A Guy?'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-115976028814882832</id><published>2006-10-02T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T11:38:08.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Libra Am I</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am&lt;/em&gt; 47% Libra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howlibraareyouquiz/libra.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howlibraareyouquiz/"&gt;How Libra Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-115976028814882832?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/115976028814882832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=115976028814882832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/115976028814882832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/115976028814882832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-libra-am-i.html' title='How Libra Am I'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-115975995529270644</id><published>2006-10-02T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T11:39:05.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's My Superhero Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#31e4ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Superhero Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#94f1ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/superheronamegenerator/girl.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Superhero Name is The Omega Genie&lt;br /&gt;My Superpower is Telepathy&lt;br /&gt;My Weakness is LiveJournal&lt;br /&gt;My Weapon is Your Sonic Tentacles&lt;br /&gt;My Mode of Transportation is Jet Pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/superheronamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Superhero Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-115975995529270644?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/115975995529270644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=115975995529270644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/115975995529270644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/115975995529270644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2006/10/whats-my-superhero-name.html' title='What&apos;s My Superhero Name'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-115972159947529521</id><published>2006-10-02T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T00:53:19.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for u...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant sleep... i wanna be in ur arms.. though we spent the nite together already, but i still wanna be in ur arms.. holding u tight.. squeezing u... hmm... smelling ur nice body.. feeling ur breath... it's jus so promising.. &amp; so calming.. jus cant get enuff of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i donno wat these means but i know i really love u.. so much that i would let go of the world jus for u.. i really thank u for loving me so much.. taking really good care for me.. i really really love u.. i never told u this b4 but there r a few times that i wanna tell u this... I LOVE YOU.. those 3 words r all i could say to u.. there r no other words best to describe my feelings for u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i donno y.. i really donno y.. it's jus the things that u do.. the touch.. the smell.. the face... oh im so so deeply in love with u.. u r jus my everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u always put me b4 urself.. &amp;amp; u r so worried that i will leave u one day coz u may not fulfill wat i wan.. that's rubbish.. im not that kinda person.. &amp; i wont be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u would learn to speak English jus for me.. u would change jus for me.. u would listen to wat i say.. when i say this is better for u, u would try it &amp;amp; never say that my idea is bad.. though sometimes it's a little bad.. *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u would forget wat u like.. jus for me...u wouldn't scold me at any point when u r very angry.. instead, u kept quiet &amp; calm urself down.. i know im the cause for all ur worries &amp;amp; all ur anger.. but I LOVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU.... I LOVE YOU... I LOVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/1601/320/ABCD0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;the day we know we need each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the one &amp;amp; only,&lt;br /&gt;MelodyAnne&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/16773503-115972159947529521?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/115972159947529521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=115972159947529521' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/115972159947529521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/115972159947529521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2006/10/for-u.html' title='for u...'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-115857107136732866</id><published>2006-09-18T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T17:17:51.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday to annemelody83.blogspot.com !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;wow!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;i din realize that it's been a year since i blogged!!!! happy birthday annenemlody83.blogspot.com !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;the one &amp;amp; only,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;MelodyAnne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-115857107136732866?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/115857107136732866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=115857107136732866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/115857107136732866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/115857107136732866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-1st-birthday-to.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday to annemelody83.blogspot.com !!!'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-115857053496963143</id><published>2006-09-18T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T17:22:56.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a long time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;hello hello hello!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man......... (taking a deep breath) it's been a long long time since i last updated.. haha!! when i look at my last blog.. it was 26 Dec 2005.. it's 26 Dec 2005!!!!! man....................... *speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im still working with Ford.. selling trucks which are "BUILT TOUGH".. but nowadays, business has been down down down... if u know wat i mean.. maybe i shud consider changing job.. but i love Ford.. shit.. i love Ford.. or maybe i've been sitting in my office for too long now.. having to be adapted to the freedom i hav in office.. haha! sales.. u know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. back to my purpose of blogging.. there are so many ppl blogging nowadays.. it's like so so so so many ppl from children to adults as old as late 40s.. (that's as far as i know).. it's like a trend nowadays that ppl hav to BLOG to be TRENDY.. yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. i wanna include some happy moments i had during the days while i was "gone"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/1601/1600/MeL%20@%20Office%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/1601/320/MeL%20%40%20Office%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;me at my Ford Pending office..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/1601/1600/Photo-0039.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/1601/320/Photo-0039.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;align=center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;ring a bell? does it ring a bell?? tell me wat u're thinking!!&lt;/align&gt; yes!! u r correct!! it IS wat u're thinking!! there r some changes in the pic that u r curious about.. hehe~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/1601/1600/DSC00210.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/1601/320/DSC00210.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;haha! wat do u think? do i change a lot?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;well.. i gotta stop now.. it's 5pm &amp; im at home.. it's a Monday at 5pm but im at home.. hahah!!!!! wat kinda job would give u such free space?? but shhh... keep it to urself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;til next time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;the one &amp;amp; only,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;MelodyAnne&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/16773503-115857053496963143?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/115857053496963143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=115857053496963143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/115857053496963143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/115857053496963143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-been-long-time.html' title='it&apos;s been a long time...'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-113560959956253550</id><published>2005-12-26T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T23:06:39.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas</title><content type='html'>heya... long time no see... how's life... merry christmas... new year's jus a few days to come... another year has gone... my christmas was a pretty boring one... on christmas eve, i went to the midnite mass, after that went home to change into casual wear, then supper, then went to fren's house to play cards &amp; chit-chatting craps... went home around 3... sigh... sad christmas... the next day... i spent it so wisely that i sleep for the whole day... a really great christmas... but then at nite, we had a family gathering at my granma's house &amp; enjoying all the good foods &amp; the family members reunion... such a really great nite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh God, im writing craps!!!! internet connection is really bloody slow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pictures that i took randomly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAP!!! internet connection was too slow.. it doesn't allow me to insert pics... nvm... next time then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one &amp; only,&lt;br /&gt;MelodyAnne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-113560959956253550?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/113560959956253550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=113560959956253550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/113560959956253550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/113560959956253550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-dreaming-of-white-christmas.html' title='I&apos;m Dreaming of a White Christmas'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-113371378710153923</id><published>2005-12-05T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T00:29:47.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RESURRECTED!!!</title><content type='html'>I'M BACK!!! THE ONE &amp; ONLY IS BACK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will post again later... bz for the moment.. cya!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-113371378710153923?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/113371378710153923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=113371378710153923' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/113371378710153923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/113371378710153923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2005/12/resurrected.html' title='RESURRECTED!!!'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-113167615609221236</id><published>2005-11-11T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T10:29:16.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my PC is dead!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>no not really... my printer &amp; my monitor is dead... i heard a bomb sound when i wanna switch my monitor on last nite... damn... my printer... i donno wat's happening to it...  so guys.. sorry yea... will be back as soon as possible...  cya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one &amp; only,&lt;br /&gt;MelodyAnne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-113167615609221236?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/113167615609221236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=113167615609221236' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/113167615609221236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/113167615609221236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-pc-is-dead.html' title='my PC is dead!!!!!!'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-113032699495161898</id><published>2005-10-26T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T19:44:38.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's To The Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;hello.. i'm back... after a long long rest... haha... nah.. im not resting.. jus feel very tired after the 9-4 training sessions i have... well, to say the session is boring.. it is not... we learn something in either way... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i went for an interview last Saturday... with Ford Concessionaires.. the salary &amp; everything is very perfect except it's nothing to do with whatever i have studied for the past years... but my family supports me for the job.. that's what we need i guess.. they're so confident in me that even the Branch Manager, Mr. Law is feeling confident towards me.. hmm... Mr. Law is my uncle's friend... it's nothing to do with the connections by the way.. it's the way he sees me during the interview &amp;amp; the way i talk &amp; all that... they're currently opening a new brnach at somewhere Jalan Kulas or Jalan Satok.. we are the 1st sales persons in the branch.. currently there's me &amp;amp; another gal which, happens to be my friend.. wat a small world here... she's much younger than me but i really reckon she's much more "expert" in this field.. what do u think? i'm a Computer Science grad &amp; she's still studying Business... c'mon! who do u think is more knowledgeable in this field?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;earlier this week after the interview, i was having doubts &amp;amp; all... as u all know.. i'm now currently having some training in Systematic Kuching taking the Graduate training Scheme... Ford said i'll be working with them some time in December... &amp; my course finishes in December... but we'll be having some contract with certain company after the course.. at 1st i was quite stressed about the issue.. since i joined the course, i wanted to have the contract.. coz they match the job contract according to my qualification.. &amp;amp; this job at Ford, has nothing to do with whatever i study.. so in a way, i cant let the contract go coz i have the feeling that they'll put me in a good company &amp; thus, i have a great future doing what i do according to what i've studied.. then, i had some discussions with my family, they really encourage me to go for Ford.. it's an opportunity grabber they said.. a good start to get to know the world &amp;amp; to know people... i guess that's what i need for the meantime... i'm so so very fresh to the outside world... it's like a virgin who have never seen a penis before.. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;now im confident that i can do it.. yes i can! Ford, HERE I COME! hmm... anybody who's reading this.. can u guys help me solve a Q here.. here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What will you do, as a gal, (as pretty as me *winks*), if you were accompanying a GUY for a car test drive session, then suddenly, he's trying to harrass you or trying to touch you... what will you do..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;gimme some answers to this super-duper-extra-complicated question that keeps repeating in my head for the past few days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/1601/320/jon%20%26%20mel.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;well, i guess i'll have to end this post now... the above shown picture is a picture of me &amp; my bro, Jonathan.. i have no idea where did i take this pic or who took it for me.. but i remember that dress i was wearing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;til then, thanks for reading!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the one &amp;amp; only,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;MelodyAnne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;P/S: Song of the Day: Eve 6 - Here's To The Night... very nice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&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/16773503-113032699495161898?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/113032699495161898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=113032699495161898' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/113032699495161898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/113032699495161898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2005/10/heres-to-night.html' title='Here&apos;s To The Night'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-112894319760606389</id><published>2005-10-10T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T19:49:45.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enigma - Sadeness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;This is among the most beautiful lyrics i have ever read.. &amp;amp; also the most beautiful song i have ever heard.. a very well produced song by Enigma.. if i may ask, who is Sade? isit Hosanna?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Latin) Procedamus in pace In nomine Christi, Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Let us go forth in peace In the name of Christ, So be it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Latin)Cum angelis et pueris,fideles inveniamur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(We shall find the faithful in the company of angels and children)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Latin)Attollite portas, principes, vestraset elevamini, portae aeternaleset introibit rex gloriae Qius est iste Rex glorie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Lift up ye heads o ye glorious gates,and be ye lifted up ye everlasting doors,and the king of glory shall come in. Who is the king of glory? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(French) Sade dit moi Sade donne moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Sade tell me Sade give me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Latin)Procedamus in pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In nomine Christi, Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Shall we proceed in peace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In the name of Christ, Amen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(French) Sade dit moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;qu'est ce que tu vas chercher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;le bien par le mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;la vertu par le vice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sade dit moi pourquoi l'evangile du mal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;quelle est ta religion ou` sont tes fide`les?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Si tu es contre Dieu, tu es contre l'homme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Sade tell me what is it that you seek?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The rightness of wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The virtue of vice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sade tell me why the Gospel of evil ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What is your religion? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Where are your faithful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If you are against God, you are against man)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(French) Sade dit moi pourquoi le sang pour le plaisir ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Le plaisir sans l'amour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;N'y a t'il plus de sentiment dans le culte de l'homme ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Sade tell me why blood for pleasure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pleasure without love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Is there no longer any feeling in man's Faith?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(French) Sade es-tu diabolique ou divin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Sade are you diabolical or divine?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(French) Sade dit moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hosanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sade donne moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hosanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sade dit moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hosanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sade donne moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hosanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Sade tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hosanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sade give me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hosanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sade tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hosanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sade give me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hosanna)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Latin) In nomine Christi, Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(In the name of Christ, Amen) &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/16773503-112894319760606389?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/112894319760606389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=112894319760606389' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/112894319760606389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/112894319760606389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2005/10/enigma-sadeness.html' title='Enigma - Sadeness'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-112843028104164042</id><published>2005-10-04T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T20:51:21.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;wow.. it has been over a week since i last posted.. damn.. im so not loyal &amp; sincere to my blog... sigh... last week was a great week... had my training/classes monday til friday with my jolly facilitator &amp;amp; my coursemates... hmm... although at the end of the day we r all very exhausted.. it was worth all the while... sweet memories will be there... &amp; i tried Nasi Pataya today! it was delicious!!! i tell u again... IT'S DELICIOUS!!!! *wiping off saliva* im gonna eat it again tomoro... today we had 4 newbies in our class... they seem to be unable to adapt into our environment.. the new guy seems to wanna compete with the facilitator by trying to show that he's more knowledgable than him or all of us... but oh well.. i hope my instinct is wrong... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;well.. im feeling totally exhausted.. tired &amp; having a not-so-stable-emotion.. donno why... i shud handle this stress like wat we learnt today... hrm.... *breath deeply*.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;ok then... happy reading this short short post..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;MelodyAnne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-112843028104164042?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/112843028104164042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=112843028104164042' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/112843028104164042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/112843028104164042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2005/10/missing.html' title='missing....'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-112763536647686677</id><published>2005-09-25T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T17:28:05.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Finally Found Someone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;wow... last friday was my cousin's wedding... it was a great &amp; joyous day for my family &amp;amp; his bride's side of the family.. definitely a day we've all been waiting for.. as for my family, he's the 1st guy cousin to get married, &amp; for the bride's family, she's the youngest daughter of her family.. the day began when we all gathered at his house b4 they go to church.. my cousin was all anxious &amp;amp; excited about his big day.. he was hurrying &amp; figuring out wat's left &amp;amp; wat's up next that he has to be prepared for... haha.. all his cousins came back especially for his wedding... his cousins r all so nice &amp; it's definitely a happy &amp;amp; cheerful family.. every single hour is a laughter.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;then we all proceed to church, even in the church, everyone was still laughing.. the service starts at 1030am.1st with the bride's uncle (her dad passed away so her uncle has to bring her) bringing in the bride &amp; hand her to the groom, my cousin. he's a funny guy too.. he act as if he was so nervous walking down the aisle and jokingly wiping his cold sweats from his face.. haha.. then we began the service by singing the hymns &amp;amp; saying prayers.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the time has come for exchanging of the wedding vows. they held each other's right hand and saying vows (the "I do") then my cousin was such in a hurry that after they exchange rings, he quickly lift his bride's veil and kissed her without the priest asking him to do it. haha! we were shocked too coz it happened so fast that we were not ready yet for the kissing part but then it's still according to the process of the service. then after that we continue the mass with hymns &amp; prayers again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the service finished around 1130am and we were all rushing to take pictures with relatives and most importantly, the bride &amp;amp; the groom.. i din get to take with either of them but we got it in a whole big photo. i havent got that pic yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/1601/320/Photo-0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;me &amp; Darren outside church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Darren's the one whom i picked from the airport &amp;amp; surprised the rest of the family coz he was not expected to come back to attend the wedding due to work. he's my cousin, Dexter's cousin. so meaning he's my cousin's cousin. then after everything, we go back to the groom's house (my uncle's house) for the traditional "serving tea" session. 1st one to receive the tea is my uncle &amp; aunty (the groom's dad &amp;amp; mum).. once again, my uncle would look so terrified drinking the tea (jokingly, haha!) &amp; the parents will give the bride &amp;amp; the groom red packets as good wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/1601/320/Photo-0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the playful bride, Emeline with her husband's cousin, Andrew upon arriving home (groom's house)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/1601/320/Photo-00201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the bride, Emeline aka Ah Bie and her groom, Dexter aka Ah Tu with my other cousin, Tze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/1601/320/Image%28331%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;groom's parents b4 drinking the tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/1601/320/Photo-0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;baby Timothy (the man who is trying very hard to steal the limelight of the day, haha!) &amp; his uncle, Andrew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/1601/320/Photo-0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"kuku &amp; kim kim drink tea" (uncle &amp;amp; aunt drink tea by baby Timothy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;after that is my granpa &amp; my granma's turn, then the list goes one according to their status in the family, that is from eldest to the youngest. meaning all the adults will drink the tea 1st then the cousins &amp;amp; nieces &amp; nephews.. the younger ones will serve &amp;amp; the elder ones will receive red packets. red packets r for good lucks for all occassions. most ppl nowadays look for the "content" inside the packet rather than the meaning behind the packets. but oh well, it's still up to the receiver to view it. after the tea session, we proceed to the cake cutting ceremony whr the bride &amp; the groom will cut their wedding cake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/1601/320/Image%28336%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;then we took lunch b4 the bride &amp; the groom go over to the bride's side for her tea session. then we will all go home for a rest b4 the banquet during the evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/1601/320/Image%28342%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nicely carved &amp; decorated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;ok now.. the banquet.. everyone's wearing their best evening wear for the banquet.. the guys would put on neckties &amp;amp; jackets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;the usual process continues, e.g. shaking hands by the parents of both bride &amp; groom on the entrance of the ballroom, we take our seats, the welcoming of the couple (the song "I Finally Found Someone" by Bryan Adams &amp;amp; Barbara Streisand ushered them in), and speech by my cousin himself to his bride &amp; the guests, followed by the speech by his uncle. then dinner again.. im not quite sure wat they're talking about up there coz i was bz with my food.. heh.. here r some pics to show u the nite's activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/1601/320/Image%28343%292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;the welcoming of guests (from left: my uncle, aunt, bride's mum &amp; donno who)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/1601/320/Image%28348%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Edward, my cousin (Dexter's elder bro) as the MC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/1601/320/Image%28346%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;cake cutting.. again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/1601/320/Image%28353%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;champagne pouring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/1601/320/Image%28358%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;"yam seng" session (the bride &amp; groom &amp;amp; their family tosed with the guests of the nite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/1601/320/Photo-0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;me &amp; Damian(Darren's younger bro) after dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/1601/320/Photo-0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;my aunt (dad's 2nd sis), my mum &amp; the 2 monkeys.. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;the nite ended with many relief and many memories. a relief for the bride &amp;amp; the groom and a memory for everyone. all their hard works for the day finally paid off and it is definitely a day to remember for the both of them for the rest of their lives. it's such a great day that no one shud forget it and it will be in our hearts for the rest of our lives. after the dinner, still, photographing sessions going on endlessly. everyone wants to get a picture with the gorgeous bride &amp; groom. i had so much fun that nite with everyone i can say. the couple, uncles, aunties, cousins, friends... they all played a very important part in our lives that without them, none of anything like that day would have happened. i wish the newly-weds, many happy returns &amp;amp; i will pray that both of u will love each other til the end of time. *cheers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;hope u enjoy the post &amp; sharing one of the memorable days of my life. til then, tata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;p/s: the pics r all taken by Nokia6680 &amp;amp; Samsung-D500C. the clearer ones r from Nokia6680 and the blurer ones r from samsung-D500C. pardon me for the low quality pics. more pics (the whole album) r available on &lt;a href="http://melodyanne.multiply.com"&gt;My Multiply&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;from the one &amp;amp; only,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;MelodyAnne&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/16773503-112763536647686677?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/112763536647686677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=112763536647686677' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/112763536647686677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/112763536647686677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-finally-found-someone.html' title='I Finally Found Someone...'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-112740734542372323</id><published>2005-09-23T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T00:46:20.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No idea</title><content type='html'>i have no idea wat to write nor have any brain with me now.. i jus feel like writing but i donno wat to write... im very ..............down........ AAAAARRRGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#($%%^&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-112740734542372323?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/112740734542372323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=112740734542372323' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/112740734542372323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/112740734542372323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-idea.html' title='No idea'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-112711992445525390</id><published>2005-09-19T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T17:00:19.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day of Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hello..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Bako (or the so called racing track for Kch ppl) to celebrate Lantern Festival with a bunch of frens.. haha.. was laughing all nite coz of their funny acts.. haha.. but i've had mosquito bites all over my body.. the mosquitoes of bako really have sharp "sucker".. it can even bite me &amp; suck my blood although im wearing a jeans.. bloody mosquitoes!&lt;/span&gt; *scratching*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;hmm.. well.. had my 1st day of training today.. i was experiencing a lack of "alertness" coz im not used to see the morning sun.. heh.. so u know wat i mean... but overall, the sessions were fun &amp;amp; exciting.. the facilitator/tutor is bubbly &amp; cheerful.. coursemates were friendly &amp;amp; all.. had a great day although i am not quite "awake" all the while.. thanks to my fren Regina for keeping me company the whole day.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. tomoro is gonna be another exciting day for me as i enter the 2nd day of training.. more of attending class during college times.. :) OH! i mistaken the training as 5 mths + 2 mths.. it is in fact 5 mths INCLUDING 2 mths attachment.. so it means the training is only 3 mths.. HAHA! so now i get the whole thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now.. anything else i'll update tonite.. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one &amp;amp; only,&lt;br /&gt;MelodyAnne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-112711992445525390?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/112711992445525390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=112711992445525390' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/112711992445525390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/112711992445525390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2005/09/1st-day-of-training.html' title='1st Day of Training'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-112685375368007841</id><published>2005-09-16T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T14:59:48.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring Me to Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;oh it's a song by Evanesence.. one of my favourite group :) hmm.. reminds me to get a life! (although the song doesn't mean that way).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;sigh.. another boring day.. i've been lazying around like this since the last day of my exam for BCSUW 6.. that was 8th August... omg! it has been over a mth im jobless!! feels great to have finished my bachelor's degree, though the feeling of working life keeps haunting me. i've never worked b4 (except the PC Fair last year that lasted for only 4 days) but the feeling of boredom, stress, etc kept reminding me when i think of the word &lt;strong&gt;"work"&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;hmm.. gonna start my training next monday.. hope that the &lt;strong&gt;"nitemare"&lt;/strong&gt; wont haunt me like wat my parents &amp; anybody else keep &lt;strong&gt;"warning"&lt;/strong&gt; me about. i wonder how or wat does it feel like to be a career woman *thinking far*.. i always prayed i will be a happy &amp;amp; successful woman in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I NEED TO GET A LIFE!!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorry... im under large dose of boredom.. heh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;it's friday today.. how nice if Kuching has a club like Zouk or Warp or bla bla bla... oh ya! reminds me of a fren who never go to pubs, never experience nite life b4. LOL. when i told him i went Victoria Arms @ Merdeka Palace last week, he said "u r quite wild huh?" WTF! then he kept sending me those readings from bibles saying this &amp; that about enjoying life &amp;amp; all. urghhhh.... damn... im not against those readings or his thinking about going-to-pub-means-u-r-wild.. jus that.. i wonder how small his brain is.. haha! kidding la.. no no no.. i pity him for being so innocent.. is that the word? i think so.. ok.. so.. hmm.. im lost in thoughts.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;be back again later.. it's raining over here but the sun is still scorching like hell.. God is angry but touched.. i guess.. haha! seeya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;the one &amp;amp; only,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;MelodyAnne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-112685375368007841?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/112685375368007841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=112685375368007841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/112685375368007841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/112685375368007841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2005/09/bring-me-to-life.html' title='Bring Me to Life!'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16773503.post-112680600561794811</id><published>2005-09-16T04:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T14:58:19.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster ate my blogs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;hello hello hello ppl... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;it's Melody again... Friendster ate up my blogs so i have to create my blog here... hopefully this site wont "eat" my blog like friendster does... sigh... anyway, this is jus Testing 1, 2, 3... will write again after this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the one &amp;amp; only,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MelodyAnne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16773503-112680600561794811?l=annemelody83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/feeds/112680600561794811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16773503&amp;postID=112680600561794811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/112680600561794811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16773503/posts/default/112680600561794811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annemelody83.blogspot.com/2005/09/friendster-ate-my-blogs.html' title='Friendster ate my blogs!'/><author><name>MelodyAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268950252397276417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-SGytSdYxQ/TbZZ8j7UrmI/AAAAAAAAANI/b8k5PubsmpY/s220/P3300581.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
