<?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-20298752</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:28:38.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mels</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-3271588735343304512</id><published>2006-12-16T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T03:01:01.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Own</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay, this is officially going to be my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in blogger. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(at least i think it is..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to meet jiahui at 2 30pm but we ended up meeting at 3 15pm? this happens almost every time we girls meet now. headed to vivocity. i got my mac eyeliner, at last. also, the top at topshop that i wanted the other day and another top from forever21. bought a pencil case from thirtysevendegrees. omg, a pencil case. me buying a pencil case, it sounds as if i'm actually excited for school to start. mango was having a crazy sale but i had not enough moolah to buy anything fancier than a plain basic top. so i resisted the urge to waste away what remaining money i had left. jiahui and i were going to almost every restaurant to browse through their menus and choose where to eat. however, we ended up eating at bk yet again. took a bus back and kewei's sister got on the bus at katong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so right now, i'm wondering what the fuck am i going to do tomorrow. they'll be having church and i'll probably be waking up at 2 30pm, having late brunch and lazing around in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry again but i'm trying to persuade jh to not cook some noodles for herself. supper is sinful, don't you know?&lt;br /&gt;shit, we just sinned then. dammit, i'm such a fat cow. having cup noodles at 2am in the morning! it is yummy though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ifsandsors.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my new blog(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you gotta wait for a new post though. lololol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-3271588735343304512?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/3271588735343304512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=3271588735343304512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/3271588735343304512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/3271588735343304512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/12/on-my-own.html' title='On My Own'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-6398302567504675149</id><published>2006-12-14T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T02:37:56.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It won't hurt to find love in the wrong place</title><content type='html'>i am finally blogging. what tiring day today. i woke at an ungodly hour- 9am.  well, at least it is an ungodly hour to me, especially during the holidays. was ultra late for tuition, i think? anyway, i wasn't sure what the heck i was doing with that compass and protractor that was in my hand. i was just blindly following instructions that was being thrown to me. my mind is being a fucking sloth. i really wonder how am i gonna cope next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy and jh went to parkway while i headed to harbourfront mrt, twenty-six bus stops away from katong. met them at palawan beach after being a loner for almost two hours. i had to buy extra shorts just because i forgot to bring an extra pair to change into! $23 for a plain brown pair of cotton(?) shorts. alyssa and i tried to tan but the sun was being a shy bitch. we ended up fiddling with the sand. how sad. haha. lighting and thunder soon came to join the party and we were forced to leave the beach. went to clean up at the showers. there was a freaking "guy" in the female toilet! he/she was holding his/her breast and talking/joking about it to his/her friends while walking around the cubicles. okay, i'm so evil. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a bus, or should i say, took a few buses over to vivocity. had carl's jr for dinner! my first time eating after so many missed opportunities. it was immensely filling but extremely delicious. i can't wait to eat there again. walked around vivo with alyssa! here comes the scary part. i wanted to buy two tops. when we went to pay, i found out from them that my topshop card was damaged (i really don't know how it happened). no sweat, the salesperson gave me a form to fill up to get it replaced and i paid for my tops with my atm card as i began to fill the form up. then she alerted me that my card was being denied with a very annoyed look on her face. fuck it. i figured i didn't have enough cash to buy two tops so i just bought one. i was so embarrassed! i couldn't even get to buy eyeliner. took a train home and went to dy's house to collect the jersey that i had left with him three weeks ago during the adidas sale. and within that span of an hour or so, they all couldn't stop teasing me about every action that i did and every word i uttered! i was so tired from laughing. no, actually, i was tired from trying to control my laughter but failing. the dog of dy's neighbour was being so hostile! mitchell sent me home after that. was feeling sooooooooo honoured. happy now? lol. please don't get emo, thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to buy school books tomorrow. i can't recall where i placed my book list. gah. wonder where are we going after that. i want to sleep after this post but i hate the part where i have to force myself to fall asleep. every night is like torture for me. i'm sleeping next to my grandma and her snoring is enough to make one register for an asylum. she snores even when she's just half alseep. how's that?! and it's not just regular snoring but all sorts of weird breathing noises too. thank God for non-tech savvy grandmothers, she won't be reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i have concluded that i can never ever walk out of a hair salon satisfied. my hair is kinda in a mess right now, all thanks to my very bright idea of having a haircut without prior planning. sometimes i truly hate myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-6398302567504675149?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/6398302567504675149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=6398302567504675149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/6398302567504675149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/6398302567504675149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-wont-hurt-to-find-love-in-wrong.html' title='It won&apos;t hurt to find love in the wrong place'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-5935381946566125962</id><published>2006-12-10T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T16:59:47.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dream is a wish your heart makes</title><content type='html'>quite a few happenings after the previous post. but first off, happy birthday joe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to celebrate his birthday yesterday. had dinner at some indonesian restaurant in clarke quay. loads of people turned up. was fun. it's been a long time since we all went out like that. but too bad, dy wasn't there. took a bus home with alyssa, xiang, bulu and aldie. bulu and aldie walked me home. i was feeling sooo honoured. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XvzKxEWUWcY/RXvMbgxp_RI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yjgKyPq3IKs/s1600-h/IMG_4620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XvzKxEWUWcY/RXvMbgxp_RI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yjgKyPq3IKs/s320/IMG_4620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006820183779179794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had family dinner on thursday night then headed down to sasa's chalet. guess i missed out alot of fun. anyway, watched them play mahjong for a while, took pictures, drank some sprite and coke vodka haha. jiahui and kewei got bloody high! ran here and there trying to try and get them to stop. then after a while april too got drunk. everyone was trying to get them to tone down. omg. it was such a tiring night. however, they managed to calm down after a few hours. some of them went to buy prata from simpang. we checked out at 10am. april wasn't too well but she recovered after resting at clarissa's house. we took a cab home. i saw a car accident right after it happened while the taxi took a turn at a junction nearby my house. the taxi had to passed by the smashed up car and i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAD &lt;/span&gt;to see what happened to the driver. i totally regret it. it was horrible. what a scene to see early in the morning. took a bath and plopped onto my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my navel pierced on tuesday. at last. after debating for like, almost a year! gonna go to hair secrets later to cut my hair. i have no idea how it's going to turn out. i just pray/hope/wish that it will turn out nice. prettyprettyprettyplease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-5935381946566125962?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/5935381946566125962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=5935381946566125962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/5935381946566125962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/5935381946566125962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/12/dream-is-wish-your-heart-makes.html' title='A dream is a wish your heart makes'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XvzKxEWUWcY/RXvMbgxp_RI/AAAAAAAAAAY/yjgKyPq3IKs/s72-c/IMG_4620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-8141605810327098886</id><published>2006-12-05T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T02:23:33.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear infatuation, hear me sigh</title><content type='html'>A&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Available: lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A - Age: 15 years and 3 months old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A - Annoyance: insects, kids making noise, teachers, school, tuition and homework/exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;B - Best friend(s): the 6 girls, huifang, dy, mitch, aldie, joe, az, nooraini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;B - Band(s): blink182!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;B - Birthday: 29th september(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;C- Crush: HAHA. loads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;C - Country: london.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;C - Cat: Ginger, Patches and Wendy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D - Dead pet's name: Jackie (dog) and Pinkie (cat) and a dozen no-names (fishes).. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D - Dad's name: Javis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;D - Dogs: maybe next time! can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E - Easiest person to talk to: joy, jiahui, huifang, mitchell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E - Eggs: NO HARDBOILED EGGS PLEASE and ew, egg yolk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E - Email: &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;aglamoursuicide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;F - Favorite colour(s): brown, black, grey, white, blue, purple and the list goes on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;F - Food: spaghetti and fast food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;F - Foreign language: i would love to learn French.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;G - Gummy bears or worms?: gummy bearzzzz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;G - God: i believe God's there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;G - Good times: are abundant with good friends and a large dose of laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;H - Hair colour: dark brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;H - Height: 168cm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;H- Happy: trying to be(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I - Ice cream: PHISH FOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I - Instrument: drums are awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I - Idol: no one in particular but i admire people who are able to pick themselves up failure after&lt;/span&gt; failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;J - Jewelry: is the key to some outfits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;J - Job: did i ever have one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;J - Jokes: what does a man consider a seven course meal? a hotdog and a six pack of beer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;K - Kids: none? okay. fine. ONE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;K - Karate: zilch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;K - Kung Fu: bruce lee. jet li! jackie chan? lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;L - Love or lust: like they say, love makes the world go round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;L - Longest car ride: i can't remember but it was a road trip from Perth to Albany, to Pemberton and then to Margaret River.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;L - Lipstick or chopstick?: lipstick please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M - Milk flavour: ew. chocolate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M - Mother's name: Magdalene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;M - Movie last watched: Casino Royale!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;N - Number of siblings: one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;N - Name of siblings: Jaryl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;N- Name: Melissa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O - One wish: i'll get back to you on this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O - One phobia: losing any of my five senses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O - Otter pop: ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;P - Parents, are they married or divorced: married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;P - Part of your appearance you like best: i don't know. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;P - Part of your personality you like best: open-mindedness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Q - Quick or slow?: depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Q - Queer or straight?: straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Q - Queen or king?: queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;R - Reason to smile: friends and family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;R - Reality TV show: american's next top model?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;R - Right or left: right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;S - Song last heard: Desafinado- Frank Sinatra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;S - Sex: Female.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;T - Time you woke up: 12pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;T - Time Now: 12 58am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;T - Time for bed: no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;U - Unknown: =): please tell me your name!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;U - Unicorns: are so special! if only they existed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;U - U are:  just a girl at heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;V- Vegetable you love: CORN. corncorncornnnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;V - Vegetable you hate: bittergourd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;V - View on politics: i am trying to grasp as much as i can from whatever sources i can get hold of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;W - Worst habit: LAZING AROUND DOING NOTHING AT ALL (maybe snacking). it's a sin, i tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;W - What's up: the sky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;X - X-rays: Jaws. lol! for my braces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;X - X-rated: lol. more for the guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Y - You have something to say?: i should really start doing something useful for myself or for the people/environment/society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Y - Year it is now: 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Y - Yellow: kewei, the yellow lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Z - Zoo animal: polar bearsss. the zoo is gonna move them to Germany.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Z - Zodiac: libra; i'm the scales! that explains why i'm so indecisive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Z - Zoolander: never got to watch it. ben stiller's in it though, if i'm not wrong. ought to pretty funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to do this to waste space in this post. went for tuition just now. had my nails painted again! ten bucks for a full manicure and it's really not bad, i must say. painted it a nice deep blue colour.. and i ruined two of my painted fingernails in less than one hour after leaving the shop. how great. will be going to marina square tomorrow, off to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edited, 2 18am}&lt;br /&gt;hah, surprise. i'm still around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Friendster Horoscope for December 5, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Libra (Sept 23-Oct 22)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="dc"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;Very good news is coming your way today -- find another person to share it with!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In Detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;Very good news is coming your way today, and you need to find another person to share it with! It doesn't matter whether this person totally understands the magnitude of your relief or happiness -- what matters is that this person knows how to have fun. Celebrations like this call for creativity, and although you have tons of that, you need a collaborator. Think of the friend you can always have a good time with; then call her or him up and make plans for tonight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="dc"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;ha. what good news could it be..? i wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-8141605810327098886?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/8141605810327098886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=8141605810327098886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/8141605810327098886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/8141605810327098886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/12/dear-infatuation-hear-me-sigh.html' title='Dear infatuation, hear me sigh'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-5072017011516549355</id><published>2006-12-03T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T19:50:54.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When will you come a-knocking on my door?</title><content type='html'>this is my 93rd post. what the hell. even marcus has hit his 100th post and i'm still at my 93rd post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just stayed at home again for the entire fucking day. joy and jiahui have gone on an exciting double date with their boyfriends while i'm stuck at home with my mom, grandmother and a bunch of cousins, both toddlers and adults, whom i don't even remember their names. God, those toddlers can get so irritating. running around screaming, shouting and entering rooms like it's their own house and then falling down and crying their lungs out after that. you'd think that they'll stop, at least for some time, after getting hurt, but nooo, in less than five minutes, they're back up on their feet making mischief again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandmother has come back to stay over. my poor cats are being locked up again. i woke up at 3pm thinking of having at least a peaceful house to relax in and do whatever i please while this mundane day passes. guess i was wrong. i couldn't even get to eat koko crunch for brunch as my maid had to cook some fish noodles, which i kind of hate, just because my grandmother was coming over for lunch too. then she suggested ordering pizza and kfc for dinner, but my cousins were coming over to view the jewellery my mum had made and might be staying for dinner, so all we're gonna have for dinner is fried beehoon with chicken wings and maybe some fishballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy can't get her navel piercing anymore ( :( ), so that leaves just me alone to suffer during the healing process, especially in school! oh man. can you imagine doing pe. omg. anyway, decided to get it done on wednesday. hope there'll be space to fit me in their schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to parkway with my mom yesterday. the carpark was unbelievably packed! it took us a long time to get a space. i had planned to order contact lenses from the optical shop BUT after conducting a short eye test, the optician said that it would be better if i came back wearing my spectacles so that she could conduct a proper eye test for me as she thinks that my degree might have gone down. but to me, it feels as though my degree has gone up instead. i can't imagine stepping into parkway with my spectacles! so fugly. argh. after that, we headed to jack's place to have our dinner. it's been eons since we last sat down and chatted about random things like we did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got home yesterday night, i did what i normally would do before going into the house; look up and check out the moon and stars for that night. i noticed a big halo around the almost full moon last night. it was beautiful! my brother's girlfriend was at my house. i tested out the new games that he bought (four!). he wanted me to play tony hawk's project 8 (he bought a ps3 a few weeks ago when it came out). so after a failed attempt at trying out skate tricks, i just kept creating new skaters in the game. hahaha. how retarded. the soundtrack in the game was pretty good. +44 was inside! after he sent his gf home, he took over the controller and i just watched him play. he was in a good mood and that was awesome. laughs were constant and we were making fun of everything. it's been ages since that happened(:  he changed the game to superman returns after a while. superman is über cool. his health is the buildings' health. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone seems to have something to do.. or somewhere to go.. everyday. why is it not the case for me? i don't seem to have any talents that i could hone on. i can't seem to find any hidden talents in myself either. maybe i really am that useless. haha. fuck, that sounded so emo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-5072017011516549355?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/5072017011516549355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=5072017011516549355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/5072017011516549355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/5072017011516549355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-will-you-come-knocking-on-my-door.html' title='When will you come a-knocking on my door?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-7250968143173176425</id><published>2006-12-01T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T22:42:37.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To write love on her arms</title><content type='html'>okay, so i really wasn't kidding. i quit yesterday. please don't ask me why! i don't know exactly why either.. i wasted my entire day yesterday but at least i got to explore the newly opened ikea at tampines. haha. whatever, they're now at work while i'm rotting at home. sometimes i hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been staring at that paragraph for close to two hours and i still do not know what else to write. might edit this post as i try to get past this painfully unexciting day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit- 6.30pm}&lt;br /&gt;okay, i have decided on a photosplash on my trip to london and paris earlier this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin's wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/769791/IMG_3045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/636024/IMG_3045.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/979981/IMG_3046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/239872/IMG_3046.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harrods was gigantic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/658139/IMG_3059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/29813/IMG_3059.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/510668/IMG_3058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/38131/IMG_3058.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny buskers. (check out that cutie in the second picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/148448/IMG_3061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/433175/IMG_3061.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/335474/IMG_3064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/302103/IMG_3064.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quirky and weird shoes in a shoe shop along Bond Street.&lt;br /&gt;these weren't the strangest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/249129/DSC00669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/421030/DSC00669.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty cake from Harrods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/716484/DSC00682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/503841/DSC00682.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a shop in Covent Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/483361/IMG_3072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/840741/IMG_3072.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin's cat. she actually posed for the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/159884/IMG_3084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/261341/IMG_3084.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/159291/IMG_3085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/336798/IMG_3085.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arc De Triomphe.&lt;br /&gt;it was within walking distance from the hotel i stayed at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/515913/IMG_3096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/704916/IMG_3096.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/61854/IMG_3106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/436704/IMG_3106.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/692730/IMG_3097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/487520/IMG_3097.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huge Louis Vuitton building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/317039/IMG_3109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/691184/IMG_3109.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effiel Tower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/86774/IMG_3133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/97181/IMG_3133.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/17363/IMG_3148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/916592/IMG_3148.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/25840/IMG_3130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/892855/IMG_3130.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/121831/IMG_3145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/148158/IMG_3145.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/955665/IMG_3159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/666595/IMG_3159.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place de                      la Concorde. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/287668/IMG_3160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/50557/IMG_3160.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldn't resist. haha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/608698/IMG_3168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/766731/IMG_3168.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Panthéon.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/99413/IMG_3138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/818938/IMG_3138.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to remember what this building is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/797499/IMG_3151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/578526/IMG_3151.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/214304/IMG_3152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/468778/IMG_3152.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Louvre Museum. the painting of Mona Lisa is in here but i didn't get to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/482905/IMG_3180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/636896/IMG_3180.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/968270/IMG_3172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/864526/IMG_3172.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="listing-title-nolink"&gt;the Notre Dame Cathedral. queue was extra long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/858618/IMG_3186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/222946/IMG_3186.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/158049/IMG_3194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/162113/IMG_3194.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="listing-title-nolink"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;restaurant on a boat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/660863/IMG_3200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/342572/IMG_3200.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palais Garnier. an opera house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/801230/IMG_3166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/111006/IMG_3166.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland in Paris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/346786/IMG_3224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/66761/IMG_3224.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my cousins(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/11122/IMG_3225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/965973/IMG_3225.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/63864/IMG_3244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/889479/IMG_3244.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/877667/IMG_3252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/519392/IMG_3252.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/212377/IMG_3250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/969817/IMG_3250.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in London.&lt;br /&gt;The Buckingham Palace during the change of guards. (extremely bad shots)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/334343/IMG_3300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/576224/IMG_3300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/857924/IMG_3301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/25579/IMG_3301.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/741578/IMG_3296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/289746/IMG_3296.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at all those people picnicking and suntanning on the grasspatches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/241849/IMG_3315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/104940/IMG_3315.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/714005/IMG_3349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/916024/IMG_3349.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Westminster Abbey and Big Ben(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/171684/IMG_3341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/516019/IMG_3341.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/214584/IMG_3327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/741728/IMG_3327.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the London Eye! (ugly photo. plus the crane further spoils the entire photo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/789133/IMG_3332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/762375/IMG_3332.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ultra modern buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/494507/IMG_3363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/255988/IMG_3363.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/661956/IMG_3365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/555245/IMG_3365.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Tower Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/988906/IMG_3360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/847625/IMG_3360.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/254852/IMG_3376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/343235/IMG_3376.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Tower Of London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/140281/IMG_3394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/319575/IMG_3394.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-7250968143173176425?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/7250968143173176425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=7250968143173176425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/7250968143173176425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/7250968143173176425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-write-love-on-her-arms.html' title='To write love on her arms'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-1958905077385695959</id><published>2006-11-30T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T01:59:28.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a feeling, it's a feeling I'm concealing</title><content type='html'>i'm supposed to be asleep now what the hay. there's work tomorrow, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;omgwtf&lt;/span&gt;. i have never worked before in my life! lol. i'm such a spoilt kid. i doubt i'll enjoy it and i'll probably be quitting after tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just kidding. we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught casino royale with jiahui today. fantastic show! the stunts were awesome and not a minute was boring. the conversations were injected with wit, humor and underlying intent. many twists in the plot! love it. anyway, after that, we bought bbt and sat on the ledges to boy-scout lol. there were none. 0. jh was being crazy, trying to scare random people! after wasting a hell lot of time, we walked over to have ajisen for dinner. i was extremely bloated after the meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i doubt i'll be able to wake up on time tomorrow. damn. now my ear is swollen. what the hell is wrong with me. i think i should go to bed right this moment. goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, it's finally the last day of november!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-1958905077385695959?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/1958905077385695959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=1958905077385695959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/1958905077385695959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/1958905077385695959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-feeling-its-feeling-im.html' title='I have a feeling, it&apos;s a feeling I&apos;m concealing'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-7330773263625254455</id><published>2006-11-24T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T02:16:17.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are the only ones we are running from</title><content type='html'>the good news is that the pain in my left eye is mostly gone and the cut on my tongue is healing fast.&lt;br /&gt;the bad news is that the pain in my right eye is caused my a small pimple-like growth on my lower lid. (yuck.)&lt;br /&gt;plus, the blister on my foot is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;killing &lt;/span&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;mel, it's been almost nine years..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the adidas warehouse sale at expo this morning with the guys. i can't believe i actually bought a jersey for $25! lol. it was just so random. wanted to buy france though but i ended up buying spain because there wasn't any sizes left for france. the place was crazily packed with some people buying almost everything in sight. the cashier queue was insane too. after lunch at bk with them, i went to meet up with joy and jiahui and headed to marina square. bought a necklace from diva. sat down at macdonald's. we had 50cent ice-cream and fries. i ordered a mocha frappe and we had the intention to take millions of photos, but that thought was erased when we found ourselves so fugly in every single picture taken, especially me. my hair was wrong, so were my eyes and my skin. the only thing i felt great about myself today was being able to wear my new white shorts! after suffering from intense boredom, we decided to change our nail colour! i got metallic blue. wanted something more of electric blue but they didn't seem to have what i had in mind.. but oh well, this would do fine for now! was late to meet kw, claire, april, marcus, suf and rin at simpang. we ordered stingray and roti prata. they took sooo long to prepare the food! took crazy photos. they wanted to go to the airport for some ice-cream but i was broke and didn't feel like going and after discussing, everyone decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;why are you still thinking of him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to sit around at the park before going home to clear out my thoughts but just as i was contemplating in front of my neighbour's house on whether to do what my heart was telling me or to just go home, dominic passed by on his bike lol. embarrassed, i decided to forget it and head home. brother's classmates were in my living room having a project discussion. guess they're gonna stay over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;what you've been wishing for, it'll never happen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to wait almost two hours to get the computer from my mom as she was busy with work. i was on the verge of being bored to tears when my mum finally had enough of her work. my brother came up and saw the saosin cd i collected from hmv just now on the table (after six weeks, finally!). he not only pronounced saosin wrongly, he insulted them too (just because he doesn't appreciate this genre of music). that's not the end. he and his "team" are racking their brains to think of an idea of an online community of sorts for their project. he asked ME in an extremely unpolite manner for suggestions and expected me to offer some even after being so rude. he called me an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'ONLINE FREAK'. &lt;/span&gt;yes, in that tone. hello? who's the one in front of the computer almost three quarters of each passing day? and since i'm a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt;, i don't think i would be able to come up with any constructive ideas anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;give up on this tiny hope. move on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;why is it that some people who i totally do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;feel like talking to have to keep bugging me while some people who i am dying to talk to do not even give two hoots about me? how pathetic.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;..but i don't think i can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARGH, STOP TALKING TO ME!!!!! NO, I WILL NOT GO TO THE ADIDAS SALE WITH YOU AT ELEVEN A.M. TOMORROW MORNING WHEN I ALREADY WENT THERE TODAY AND NO, I DO NOT WANT WATCH HAPPY FEET WITH YOU. I AM SO SORRY. THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR GIFTS  ALTHOUGH I TOLD YOU IT WASN'T NECESSARY AND NO, I'M NOT OBLIGED TO GET A BELATED BIRTHDAY PRESENT FROM YOU EITHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God.. okay, sorry about that. i just couldn't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the butterflies in my stomach.. it's rare that they act up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's gonna be another stay at home day for me i guess. well, at least i won't be spending money. did i mention that i used my brother's money to buy the jersey during the sale? i was supposed to look out for any nice jackets and buy it for him but too bad, there wasn't any. he wouldn't even notice that he's still missing cash and i'm not gonna pretend that i didn't take any money, i'll pay him back in full soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;all along, it's always been you i'm still missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;damn. i feel like having macdonald's hotcakes for breakfast tomorrow(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=): please end my misery and tell me who you are!&lt;br /&gt;PRONTO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-7330773263625254455?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/7330773263625254455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=7330773263625254455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/7330773263625254455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/7330773263625254455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-are-only-ones-we-are-running-from.html' title='We are the only ones we are running from'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-9074951260416641360</id><published>2006-11-23T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T21:40:04.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you smile, I melt inside</title><content type='html'>and so i'm having a blink 182 marathon right now. the good ol' days! stayed at home for the entire day rotting on this chair friendstering and blah, had boring dinner and shamelessly snacked on any sinful food that was left in my kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no tuition tomorrow. yay. i don't feel like doing any math. my eyes are killing me. i woke up to a (slightly) swollen and pain right eye and also pain (except different pain) in my left eye. the blisters on my feet are still hurting and there's a cut on my tongue. am i dying? lol. i'm wondering how am i gonna wear my lenses tomorrow. what if it gets worse? no, i cannot afford to waste my holidays away, unable to face people! hopefully it'll be fine by tomorrow. i better go to bed early. bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday darius(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-9074951260416641360?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/9074951260416641360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=9074951260416641360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/9074951260416641360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/9074951260416641360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-you-smile-i-melt-inside.html' title='When you smile, I melt inside'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-2467921311698247309</id><published>2006-11-23T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T17:19:03.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You keep twisting the truth, that keeps me thrown askew.</title><content type='html'>it's 1 30am and we still have not decided where to go later. hopefully it won't become a waste of a day. although i do feel like sleeping in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following paragraphs will bore the shit out of most of you.. but too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jiahui yesterday and headed to bugis for the fourth consecutive time. but we went there just to collect the pair of shoes that i reserved at pazzion the day before. some black patent pumps which matches my new bag almost exactly. $63 lost to a cash register. was left with twenty dollars. quickly left bugis for cineleisure. we found it to be raining when we reached somerset. had to get caught in the drizzle but it got lighter and we made it to cine. jh bought her tshirts and we walked around a little bit more. i was looking at some pretty tops at hula&amp;co but was too broke to dare to try on anything.  bought a waisted belt though. it was just ten bucks! i just had to have it. i kinda asked my mom for an early allowance and she actually agreed to go the bank to deposit some cash to my atm account once the rain had stopped over at my house area! hey, i was left with ten dollars okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain got heavier as we tried to walk over to far east and those people with part-time jobs asking for donations and surveys in the middle of the street weren't helping either. oh, and i think IMI should just burn itself down. stopped by pacific plaza. saw this cute playsuit from mambo! when we wanted to leave, it had already become a heavy downpour! but jh and i decided to dash over to the overhead bridge anyways. when we managed to reach the top of the bridge, i looked down to see hordes of japanese guys waiting around DFS galleria so i suppose they probably saw us run across. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omghowfuckingembarrassing&lt;/span&gt;. well, the whole of far east had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; for us. okay, fine, shoes for jiahui and maybe some quirky dresses but i was still broke at that point. then, my mom (a lifesaver (most of the time)) messaged me telling me that she deposited money already! so i had already set my mind on getting the jeans from roxy and a skirt at topshop. i did just that; hitting the daily limit of my atm card. after getting my stuff, we moved on to marina square to have dinner and to look for a skirt for jh. she found it! and i finally got to eat. i devoured like, every grain of rice in that bowl from yoshinoya. i am left penniless, literally. april came to join us and we walked around until 9 when she had to meet her sister. took a train home. so, i have blisters everywhere now and had to tiptoe my damn way home from the temasek bus stop. argh. that was pure torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had supper at 12. dammit.&lt;br /&gt;minced meat noodles at 12am = &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;what's fun to you might never seem as fun to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-2467921311698247309?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/2467921311698247309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=2467921311698247309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/2467921311698247309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/2467921311698247309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-keep-twisting-truth-that-keeps-me.html' title='You keep twisting the truth, that keeps me thrown askew.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-3243010058984766109</id><published>2006-11-20T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T16:12:52.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you ever turn and start to notice me?</title><content type='html'>as promised, the pictures from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/112892/Picture%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/462319/Picture%20011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/820009/Photo0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/574612/Photo0042.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/789365/Picture%20032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/72853/Picture%20032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/345442/Picture%20055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/73951/Picture%20055.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/745472/Picture%20049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/945876/Picture%20049.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/974722/Picture%20057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/761326/Picture%20057.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/870744/Picture%20059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/689655/Picture%20059.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i woke up at 230pm today. was so exhausted. gonna meet the girls at that bugis cafe for dinner. bugis again.. bah. haha. jiahui and kewei are working now.. and i bet they're suffering. heh. going for some survey job interview tomorrow at town. hopefully we'll all get the job and earn some fast cash? or is it not considered fast cash. lol. oh, i'm gonna wear my monday tshirt today. how apt.&lt;br /&gt;my friendster is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deadddddddd&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-3243010058984766109?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/3243010058984766109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=3243010058984766109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/3243010058984766109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/3243010058984766109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/11/would-you-ever-turn-and-start-to-notice.html' title='Would you ever turn and start to notice me?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-8006203407662111621</id><published>2006-11-19T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T23:42:18.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put your money where your mouth is</title><content type='html'>my brother is back even before i have started on this post, so i'm just gonna make this a fast one. unless he decides to not be an asshole and let me use the computer but i doubt it, judging from the tone he is using to speak to my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with april and jiahui at parkway. walked around. i finally bought my hair straightener so i can return the one i borrowed from april soon. i had to announce to my grandma and mom this morning that i was going to get one at parkway just to get the cash to buy it. if not i'd be dead broke. (actually, i am still dead broke) after that, we headed down to bugis and i bought a plain top from topshop. the shoes were so cute and gorgeous! crossed to bugis street and shopped for shorts and skirts but i ended up buying a black bag instead. that was where all my money went. the shop owner gave me an embarrassingly ugly pink cheapo plastic bag to carry home. camwhored alot today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder where we're going tomorrow. i just need to get out of this house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mitchy! if you're reading this.. remember to make an appointment for us okay! hee. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, my brother is not being an asshole tonight. at least, not yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures from friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/375342/DSC02241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/687840/DSC02241.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/931439/DSC02263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/61744/DSC02263.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pictures from today!&lt;br /&gt;...which i will upload another day because my brother is being an asshole again.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHFUCKDJffhdshjkasjfocaj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-8006203407662111621?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/8006203407662111621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=8006203407662111621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/8006203407662111621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/8006203407662111621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/11/put-your-money-where-your-mouth-is.html' title='Put your money where your mouth is'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-8005644268164570142</id><published>2006-11-18T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T17:10:41.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best is yet to come</title><content type='html'>slept at 3am last night and woke up at 1pm. then my family started a cantonese drama serial marathon. five more episodes till it's over. pretty interesting show as it goes through four different eras. my bro's taking a bath now so we're giving our eyes a well-deserved break. my house is devoid of salty snacks just when i have a craving for some. dark chocolate maltesers are good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandmother is around therefore, i can't go for any simpang dinner or meet-up later. she's been living here for going on a month already. all i'm worried about are my poor little cats! they've been suffering in their cage and only able to be let out at around 7am and put back in at around 10am or maybe earlier depending on what time my grandma wakes up, which is usually pretty early.you know them adults. lol.since she doesn't mind living here, why can't she just deal with the fact that we like animals and stop being such a wet blanket? they don't even make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; contact with her. i bet they hate her guts and i think she feels it too. she keeps complaining that they're giving her the evil eye. bah. the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only &lt;/span&gt;animal that she likes are fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, my bro's out. time to finish off those five episodes. (omg, i sound like a freak.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-8005644268164570142?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/8005644268164570142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=8005644268164570142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/8005644268164570142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/8005644268164570142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/11/best-is-yet-to-come.html' title='The best is yet to come'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-8788040614458800197</id><published>2006-11-17T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T21:40:19.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry all your thoughts across an open field</title><content type='html'>alright, i just got back from town. super boring day but at least i got out of my house so i shan't complain. seventeen is finally out. had tuition just now. didn't get a single thing into my head again. am i just wasting my money? lol. which reminds me.. i kinda lost track of whether i've paid last month's tuition fees yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw dominique the other day.. hahaha. handsome. missed him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been waking up early for many days causing me to feel so tired everyday. some days it's just because i get woken up by my grandmother's incessant and not to mention &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loud &lt;/span&gt;snoring which happens to be right beside my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/880916/IMG_4308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/272391/IMG_4308.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i look ridiculous (lol) but anyway, my school won first prize for the fashion design thing. i totally didn't expect us to win. jonoh was over the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures from wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/571107/DSC02118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/258154/DSC02118.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/454585/DSC02143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/367587/DSC02143.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/464210/DSC02190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/464861/DSC02190.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/676676/DSC02172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7168/2477/200/436528/DSC02172.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's going to be sooooooooo boring. saturdays always seem to be boring for me.&lt;br /&gt;someone pleaaase ask me out.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goodness, this post is so freaking random. i have nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah:&lt;br /&gt;about the picture in my previous post,&lt;br /&gt;U2 are the two Us on the building walls on the far right.&lt;br /&gt;The Bee Gees is below the two Us. B G G vertically down.&lt;br /&gt;Jewel is next to the goldfish beside the boxes of orange.&lt;br /&gt;Seal and Dead Kennedys are on the wall near to the Pet Shop Boys. They're on posters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, that's right. didn't think of Streetlight Manifesto. haha where did you find Velvet Revolver and Goldfinger?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-8788040614458800197?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/8788040614458800197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=8788040614458800197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/8788040614458800197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/8788040614458800197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/11/carry-all-your-thoughts-across-open.html' title='Carry all your thoughts across an open field'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-4225085768937723328</id><published>2006-11-10T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T16:56:59.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise Your Music Muscle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/Exercise%20Your%20Music%20Muscle%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/320/Exercise%20Your%20Music%20Muscle%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS INCREDIBLY COOL. TRY AND SPOT 74 BANDS. haha.&lt;br /&gt;get the bigger picture &lt;a href="http://www.hydeparkrecords.net/v.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what i managed to find:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gorillaz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cypress Hill&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The White Stripes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Eagles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Beach Boys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alice In Chains&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blur&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Counting Crows (wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spoon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;U2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Bee Gees&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Carpenters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bloc Party (wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black Flag&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rolling Stones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smashing Pumpkins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blind Melon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Green Day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Augustana (wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jewel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Matchbox Twenty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nine Inch Nails&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eminem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scissor Sisters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Garbage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Radiohead&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iron Maiden&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Killers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choir Boys (wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;White Snake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Police&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Deep Purple&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Vines (wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prince&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Queen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Sex Pistols&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yellowcard (wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guns N' Roses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scorpions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;50 Cent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pet Shop Boys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;White Zombie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dead Kennedys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Postal Service&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Pixies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blondie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Eels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;still so many more! but i guess the rest are those that i've never come across before. isn't it fun?! sadly, i don't have the answer list! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i got the answer list, thanks to iffah!&lt;br /&gt;http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b377/freakos69/virgingamebands.jpg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-4225085768937723328?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/4225085768937723328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=4225085768937723328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/4225085768937723328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/4225085768937723328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/11/exercise-your-music-muscle.html' title='Exercise Your Music Muscle!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-3456249093607510061</id><published>2006-11-10T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T16:29:12.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd rather forget the days we spent than to stay sad</title><content type='html'>i can't believe it. i'm at home. at 2pm on a friday, i'm at home. despite having gone out of the house, i'm home again now. how mundane. had tuition just now. i was practically in another universe from mathematics land. didn't get a word of what mrs ng said about solving those damned graph equations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;despise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pms.&lt;/span&gt; it's the bane of every female's life. serious and instantaneous moodswings, terrible cramps, nagging headaches, fatigue and soreness, FUGLY PIMPLES, awful bloating, scary food cravings... the list goes on and nothing on that list can ever be good. imagine, we have to go through all that suffering &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every &lt;/span&gt;month. this just sucks so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my maid has disappeared while on her quest to find a chicken rice stall to buy lunch from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met april and joy at plaza sing last night to have dinner. we took pretty prints and april and i bought a pair of havaianas each! i bought a blue and white pair. then i, being a pig and all, bought a regular cup of ben and jerry's. phish food is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heavenly, &lt;/span&gt;i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/200/2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/DSC02066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/200/DSC02066.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                       ugly fingersszzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am super excited for december. sasa's birthday! we'd definitely have lots of fun(:  and christmas would be here too! christmas shopping, presents, good food, jolly carols, goofy cam-whoring, the countdown and the perpetual merry atmosphere at home and on the streets! it's gonna be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and my poor navel, you're gonna be in so much pain. hee. can'twaitcan'twaitcan'twait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i really dislike television, but yet the world can't do without it.&lt;br /&gt;i admire figure skaters. i think that they're simply amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you take me for, a toy? that you can stash away once you get sick of it? or a pet? a pet that you can call upon as and when you like it? oh please. you know that i know better now, so why bother trying? you and your heart are more fleeting than fall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-3456249093607510061?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/3456249093607510061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=3456249093607510061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/3456249093607510061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/3456249093607510061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/11/id-rather-forget-days-we-spent-than-to.html' title='I&apos;d rather forget the days we spent than to stay sad'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-1980364488877489243</id><published>2006-11-05T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T12:54:15.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something come turn my luck around</title><content type='html'>why is that when i finally get to sleep till noon, the alarm clock in my head has to ring at 7am, again at 9am, then yet again at 1030am, forcing me to wake up earlier than i wanted myself to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuck. i hate plain milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i got back my result slip and, sad to say, scored many Cs. i have not shown it to my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday lao!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at lao's bbq, i ate four chicken wings, three sausages and many roasted marshmellows. lol. felt like such a pig. in fact, i've been feeling like one alot recently. maybe i am one.  i walked so freaking much yesterday, you wouldn't believe it. we had to walk the same way that we got to the pit to get back to the bus-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that, took a trip down to tampines. bought cds from the fray, jet and mcr and a red belt. met dominic on the way back. alright, he's not proud anymore.. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it. sometimes HOUSE PHONES SHOULD JUST BURN IN HELL. NOISY THING. NOT EVERY PHONE CALL IS MEANT FOR YOU, GRANDMA. I CAN EASILY RECOGNISE IF THAT WAS MY COUSIN'S VOICE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. AND MAID, PLEASE DO NOT PULL UP THE WINDOW BLINDS THAT IS RIGHT NEXT TO ME WHEN IT IS SO BLOODY GLARING ON MY EYES AND THE DAMN COMPUTER SCREEN.&lt;br /&gt;KEYBOARDS SHOULD GO JOIN THE PHONES SWIMMING IN THE LAVA WORLD TOO. SO FUCKING IRRITATING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-1980364488877489243?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/1980364488877489243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=1980364488877489243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/1980364488877489243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/1980364488877489243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/11/something-come-turn-my-luck-around.html' title='Something come turn my luck around'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-8696175445054771753</id><published>2006-10-30T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T19:45:05.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This way to happy</title><content type='html'>school was bloody boring today. the air-con in the maths room was out of order. what luck. the classroom was a million times breezier than being in that darn maths room. i learnt nothing during chemistry and slacked and pretended to listen during ss. english was cancelled to i don't know when. was supposed to meet the girls at simpang for breakfast but i woke up at seven and took my own sweet time to get ready, resulting in me being late (nothing new) to have breakfast and had to meet them in school instead. i really thinking of skipping tomorrow but there's poa and liau would most probably call my mum if i do not attend her lesson.  tomorrow is going to be freaking dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendster is pissing me off. also, my grandmother is pissing my mom off by arguing over some beading thingy/concept. lol. oh yeah, she came over to stay for a few days. my poor kitty cats are locked up in the cage again. :( and dammit, she wants me to tie some (hideous, sad to say) yellow string that she got from a temple around my ankle. she does this every year and i'm forever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;begging &lt;/span&gt;my mom to allow me to cut it off after wearing it for two days or so. it's supposedly a talisman of sorts, but i don't see much good things happening to me. well, noticeably, more of bad than good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to parkway yesterday with jiahui, joy and april. walked around a bit but i was left with a pathetic amount of $2 in my wallet and a measly sum of approximately $50 in my bank account. this time, i'm really going broke, for real. after walking in endless rounds, we decided to slack at mccafe. took maaaaaany random shots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/Picture%20047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/200/Picture%20047.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/Picture%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/200/Picture%20035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/IMG_4289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/200/IMG_4289.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/IMG_4249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/200/IMG_4249.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/Picture%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/200/Picture%20041.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/IMG_4290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/200/IMG_4290.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/Picture%20054%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/200/Picture%20054%282%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/IMG_4241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/200/IMG_4241.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-8696175445054771753?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/8696175445054771753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=8696175445054771753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/8696175445054771753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/8696175445054771753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-way-to-happy.html' title='This way to happy'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-4394848132422557066</id><published>2006-10-29T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T19:45:25.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers to our never-ending friendship and conversations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/IMG_4189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/200/IMG_4189.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-4394848132422557066?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/4394848132422557066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=4394848132422557066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/4394848132422557066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/4394848132422557066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/10/cheers-to-never-ending-friendship-and.html' title='Cheers to our never-ending friendship and conversations'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-3229671749842776410</id><published>2006-10-28T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T22:46:30.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth in my eyes</title><content type='html'>why is it always that my to-do list is endless during school semesters but when holidays (well, sort of) finally arrive, all the plans or things that i wanted to get down to doing never seem to happen or are just simply forgotten? i just end up wasting my free days and ranting about how bored i am in here, like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met apr, jingying, joy, kw, jh and sasa yesterday at cineleisure. then crossed over to heeren to take prints. the first level is done with the renovations at last. then mac-ed at taka. met two weirdos there. went shopping with clarissa last night. i bought an eighteen-dollars plain black dress from some unknown shop. lol. then went to topshop. topshop spells trouble for me, in a way. i bought the denim skirt i've been longing for. i almost skipped past the last size 8. i also bought a shirt, a tube and two pairs of knickers! sasa won another toniandguy voucher on my topshop card! lol. you can probably figure out the total amount by now so i should seriously stop spending money now, although this it is kind of impossible for me, especially when the holidays are approaching. anyways, walked around a bit more explored That CD Shop. it's really nice! took the last train home. met another weirdo on the train. we missed the last bus but luckily for us, mitchy, aldie and shaik were at tanah merah too, so they walked us back to our homes. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, as i was saying, today was utterly boring. my mom and maid kept stuffing me with meals. it's so freaking irritating when i'm not even hungry but yet i have to stuff the fucking food down my esophagus. my maid bought late lunch for me and i started eating at 4pm. then she comes up to collect the plastic container after i've finished and guess what she asks my mom? she asks her what should she do for dinner. like, for pete's sake, i just finished eating and you want me to think about food again. my mom &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had &lt;/span&gt;to be having her damn moodswings and she raised her voice at me when i told her i was full. so at 7pm, i reluctantly went down for fried beehoon. then she started one of her looooooooong lectures again. she was complaining to me about my bad attitude and my pissed off face that i return home with everyday be it after school or even after a long day out. she claims that it has gotten so bad that she needs to talk it out with me. she asked me what was wrong with me recently, with my caring more about friends than family (which is not true). she also inquired about what could be bothering me so much. she wanted to know what is making me upset everyday. it's true. i find myself glum whenever i reach home and i always do not feel like talking much to my mom or brother on some days.&lt;br /&gt;well, i'll tell you what's making me so upset everyday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x i hate the fact that i have absolutely nothing to do when i reach home.&lt;br /&gt;x i really dislike my brother whenever he announces to my mum  'hey, look at the thing. it's back.' right after i enter the master bedroom when i reach home.&lt;br /&gt;x i despise him even more when i realise that he is hogging onto the computer, which offers the only snippet of  entertainment for me.&lt;br /&gt;x i can't stand it too when my brother returns home later than me in a good mood, probably due to a makeout session or whatever, and talks to my mom all enthusiastic about his great day out and then, noticing that i'm all quiet, condemning me as a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt; yet again.&lt;br /&gt;x i totally loathe him when he returns home in a bad mood, probably after a quarrel or school, and manages to spoil the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entire &lt;/span&gt;atmosphere of the room once he enters, along with his violent tendencies all spilling out as he rants on about how he feels that his life is fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;x i resent him when he almost automatically pauses/changes the music that im listening to when he returns home thanks to his intense hate for three-quarters of the music that i like - good mood or bad mood, it's the same.&lt;br /&gt;x i do not appreciate the humid weather in singapore &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x i detest the messages and calls i get from my mom asking me to go home once it hits midnight.&lt;br /&gt;x i am tired of enduring my mom when she is beading and gets all frustrated by them and later, throws her temper on us. but more often, on me.&lt;br /&gt;x i am so sick of the insane heat that i have to walk under to get home after school.&lt;br /&gt;x i am extremely irritated with fucking cca because they just wouldn't get off my back.&lt;br /&gt;x i totally do not enjoy it when they tell me that my name has been sent to the principle and i will spend the rest of the day thinking about what will happen to me in school the next day.&lt;br /&gt;x i am angry with myself for the lack of goals that i set for myself and how many i actually do achieve out of so few.&lt;br /&gt;x i am disappointed with myself that out of all the relationships i've ever had, if you even count them as real romantically-linked reationships, none lasted more than four months.&lt;br /&gt;x i am filled up to my neck with disdain at my stupidity to be able to get cheated/dumped/played over and over again in one long row.&lt;br /&gt;x i am stunned, at first, by my idioticness to let the guy who was really being true go. but afterwards, i learn that it is actually better this way.&lt;br /&gt;x i look back at my old (maybe still there) crushes and find them constantly changing partners but know that they'll never be with me, ever, and i get sad.&lt;br /&gt;x i browse through  gorgeous girls' friendsters and blogs and find that their lives are 290489847 times more interesting than mine will ever be.&lt;br /&gt;x i am disgusted with myself for being so fucking lazy, so boring and so... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unfun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i abhor time for passing so fast.&lt;br /&gt;yet, at the same time, i wish time would pass faster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-3229671749842776410?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/3229671749842776410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=3229671749842776410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/3229671749842776410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/3229671749842776410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/10/truth-in-my-eyes.html' title='The truth in my eyes'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-6694367486912100376</id><published>2006-10-24T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T22:47:45.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can stop spoon-feeding me fiction now</title><content type='html'>woke up at 1230 today. had macdonald's hotcakes for breakfast and have planted myself in front of my comp for more than three hours doing nothing much except changing my template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprised aldie at his house last night with a small slice of tiramisu cake complete with a candle and a ripcurl wallet that we bought. we actually went up the wrong block and the wrong level and rang the doorbell of a stranger's house! thank God that no one was in, but the dog in that house was going mad. but we eventually found his house and sang him the birthday song! slacked in his house for quite a while. saw the pair of boxers that dy and the rest gave him. lol. kewei was being super duper high. she made all of us crack up. his area was very crowded due to hari raya. saw many cute malays guys lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiahui and kewei had to go home while joy and i didn't feel like going home so early. so aldie followed us to parkway mccafe to sit around. we chatted about everything lol. wanted to call mitchy along but he was playing soccer and by the time he could cab down, i had to get going. we shared a cab and i reached home at around 2am. the total cab fare was $17.90, i think. expensive. the cab driver was very nice to us though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope aldie enjoyed this small celebration although it wasn't very special. haha. the wallet seems to suit him well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgot to mention that i got back a few of my results on monday. i got fourth in class for my overall. lol!  got 50/100 for my maths. phew. they helped me pass, i guess.  got 29/50 for literature and 25/50 for ss (if i remembered correctly) making my combined humans mark so lousy. oh yes, for poa i got 70+/100. can't recall my exact mark. made many calculation errors. very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid &lt;/span&gt;calculation errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am wasting my public holiday away. farewell assembly in school tomorrow, i hope it'll be fun. dang, have i ever mentioned that i hate school?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-6694367486912100376?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/6694367486912100376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=6694367486912100376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/6694367486912100376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/6694367486912100376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-can-stop-spoon-feeding-me-non.html' title='You can stop spoon-feeding me fiction now'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-5604485117239654862</id><published>2006-10-23T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T15:15:30.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m an honest mistake that you made. Did you mean to?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy birthday aldie!! (:    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i'll see you in sec 5 next year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cried buckets of tears during World Trade Center just now. it's just so.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moving&lt;/span&gt;. the fact that i thought about the real incident and about all the other people who didn't make it out and their families.. it just made it worse. i don't understand how it was possible for some people to not cry? after the show, we walked around in big circles deciding where to go and ended up going home. lol. wasted a lot of time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with joy, april, gladys and her friends yesterday. finally went to vivocity! it is gigantic and we only got to explore one level. only ended up buying a long-sleeve tee from Gap. then headed to suntec. bought a red handbag! joy, i can't wait to use it. lol. then off again to bugis. took prints. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. it turned out nice though! had steamboat dinner with them. they were funny and i was so freaking full. couldn't really get to sleep last night, thus resulting in me being so lethargic today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is just a game,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Broken all the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I will get over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is just a lie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happens all the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Swear I know this much is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt; hoekhim&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-5604485117239654862?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/5604485117239654862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=5604485117239654862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/5604485117239654862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/5604485117239654862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-honest-mistake-that-you-made-did-you_2135.html' title='I’m an honest mistake that you made. Did you mean to?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-3702710605577313307</id><published>2006-10-21T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T17:47:36.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Washed out like a monochrome photograph</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess not then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was wrongly woken up by my mother extra early on a bloody saturday morning just because she thought i had chinese tuition which i already told her was cancelled this week and when i irritably reminded her again, she turned it around and said it was my fault for not stating so earlier. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;. couldn't get back to sleep after that partly due to the fact that it got so fucking humid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;washed up and watched my brother try and complete dead rising on the xbox360 but the ending just dragged on and on and now there are still tasks to complete so that the main guy (whose hired helicopter pilot, supposedly coming to save him, got eaten by a zombie and crashed all means and hopes of escaping) can get out of that damned city without turning into the living dead and join them mindless beings or get shot dead by the impending machine gun armed swat team (pardon my digression), so he saved up and left for a movie date with his girlfriend, leaving me with nothing else to do except this - to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that that was the longest sentence i've ever written in my whole fifteen years of existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's my god sister's 22nd birthday today and we're gonna celebrate tonight! this year hasn't been going great for her, so hopefully it'd change for the better after today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had maths tuition yesterday morning. was half an hour late. had two hours of it but it seemed pretty fast. took a 12 and alighted at bugis. mac-ed for lunch then took prints. i looked shiet. bought my m)phosis shorts again because the other time i bought it, that kookoo salesgirl gave me a small instead of a medium and i was dumb enough not to check the size when she handed it over. topshop had stock of all the skirts except the one i wanted. claire left halfway. jiahui managed to use up her cash vouchers at last! we crossed over to bugis street and were outraged by the price of $2.50 for a single cup of pearl milk tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to check out icon instead. that place is squeezy as hell but there are one or two stores that were worth walking in for. bought some accessories and am eyeing a gorgeous bag that we were all lusting over! april, gladys and her friends came to join us. walked around with them a little bit more but got tired so we left them and took a bus back home. the bus ride home was one that managed to help me reflect on this matter and line up my thoughts... although letting my mind wander did make me rather upset, what i mused about is most probably not far from the truth itself. dropped by cold storage to stock up on ice-cream. i bought the melon ice-cream from Haägen-Dazs. i missed it. that was the earliest i've reached home since.. i don't know when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love with the sound of The Magic Numbers.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know something is wrong, I just don't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You say it's only me and that I'm so perfect for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't want to try no more, I don't want to make this right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I just want you to be true with me, one time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-3702710605577313307?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/3702710605577313307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=3702710605577313307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/3702710605577313307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/3702710605577313307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/10/washed-out-like-monochrome-photograph.html' title='Washed out like a monochrome photograph'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-1487852044726724382</id><published>2006-10-19T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T16:44:52.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days</title><content type='html'>i heard that almost half the class didn't attend school today.. and i happen to be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shan't blog much about yesterday because it plainly sucked (only for me though). although the girls and i did double up in laughter one too many times during dinner, creating a ruckus but not giving a damn about it and that i finally got my black pants.  a quarter satisfied now and another quarter to be put at ease tomorrow after tuition. for the rest of the fraction.. well, we'll see about that(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been almost a week gone by.. and it's been nothing but friends, friends and more friends. hopefully, this weekend, there'll be me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-1487852044726724382?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/1487852044726724382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=1487852044726724382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/1487852044726724382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/1487852044726724382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/10/there-are-things-that-drift-away-like.html' title='There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-6823860662933737297</id><published>2006-10-16T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T23:14:15.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hypocrisy burns</title><content type='html'>wow, this is rare. i'm blogging two days in a row. well, got back from plaza singapura an hour ago. took a 14. now i'm done with my cup noodles and since i am so bored, i have decided to blog. watched Talladega Nights with the girls at the cathay. the show's pretty funny with will ferrell and his usual nonsense haha. walked around plaza sing after that. took prints. quite nice. bought a pair of black shorts from m)phosis. resisted the urge to go on a crazy t-shirt shopping frenzy. i'm saving up for the pants and skirt(s) that are on my seemingly never-ending shopping list. maths tuition changed to friday morning. should i be glad or irritated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched Walk the Line on dvd a few days ago. it was really interesting to learn about johnny cash's life. before watching the show, i knew nuts about his life and only recognised him by his name and some songs lol.. but now i know. watched corpse bride too. the stop motion animation work is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that i miss quite a number of people. i miss azerinna and nooraini. i miss huifang. i miss hsinrui, vivian and jean. i miss the guys and the late outings and the funny stuff that they do and say. i miss hk because i haven't seen him in four days! i just simply miss all these people so freaking much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit, there's school tomorrow. wonder what are the post-examination activities that we're gonna have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-6823860662933737297?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/6823860662933737297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=6823860662933737297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/6823860662933737297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/6823860662933737297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/10/hypocrisy-burns.html' title='The hypocrisy burns'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-4812139326364279127</id><published>2006-10-15T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T17:54:00.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see what you hear</title><content type='html'>i have come back to revive my three-quarters dead b&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/User/My%20Documents/Mel/Friends/Esplanade%20%5B121006%5D/IMG_4140.JPG" alt="" /&gt;log yet again. as everybody should know already, the end of year exams, which seemed like it lasted eons, is finally over. however, the sad news is, i've been rotting at home for one day, coming on two and counting. almost two days practically wasted away because it just struck me one minute ago that i have untouched magazines lying around waiting for me to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to make a trip to vivocity. maybe tomorrow? anyway, my godsister and i hit town again on friday. i bought many tops but no bottoms. i've already decided on where to go buy them though. her birthday is next week! we're gonna have a kfc and pizza hut feast at mine! haha fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i ordered the new saosin album from hmv but it's gonna take six weeks! had fun with the girls at marina square and esplanade on thursday. took many pictures. lol. then went to meet hk around 1130(:&lt;br /&gt;did i tell you that my mom knows? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures from thursday night &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/IMG_4140.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/200/IMG_4140.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/IMG_4146.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/200/IMG_4146.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/IMG_4152.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/200/IMG_4152.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/IMG_4175.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/200/IMG_4175.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/IMG_4156.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/200/IMG_4156.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/1600/IMG_4162.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7168/2477/200/IMG_4162.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't believe that there is still maths tuition tomorrow and three more chinese tuition lessons! freaking boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-4812139326364279127?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/4812139326364279127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=4812139326364279127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/4812139326364279127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/4812139326364279127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-see-what-you-hear.html' title='I see what you hear'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-116022347103581708</id><published>2006-10-07T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T20:17:51.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a sprinkle of luck</title><content type='html'>exactly one week after the previous post. the exams have started and it's been terrible. social studies, chinese, english paper 1, MATHS.. all fucked up papers. i'm sooo dead. to think i even had four hours of tuition and that damn lifesaver maths formulae book. science , poa, lit and fnn are next week. i'm extremely worried for my science. i might seriously get grounded this coming holiday. i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need &lt;/span&gt;to study!!! are you reading this, girls?! please bring me out to study tomorrow! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i simply can't wait for exams to be over. i'm going on a shopping spree with my godsister on friday! plus, i'm going to do up my room real soon! however, i can't imagine what would happen if i get back my horrid results and my mum decides not to let me re-decorate my room. i was flipping through the ikea catalogue and discussing with her about what i want to buy just now. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the haze has been insane these few days. it's like as if a million people decided to start burning heaps of cardboard boxes together. the smell is so.. overpowering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh, boring post. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-116022347103581708?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/116022347103581708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=116022347103581708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/116022347103581708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/116022347103581708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-need-sprinkle-of-luck.html' title='I need a sprinkle of luck'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115962856421491678</id><published>2006-09-30T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T23:07:45.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long live the weekend</title><content type='html'>i had the most awesome birthday ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a buffet dinner at the marriott on thursday. took pictures with my family! got many angpows. heh. orchard road, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met hoekhim yesterday morning! he passed me a bouquet of flowers and we walked to school together. played floorball for pe. super fun. was so exhausted after the game. then had tuition. didn't really have the mood to do maths. actually, i never have the mood to do maths but nevermind. went home, got ready and met hoekhim again. we happened to take the same bus too! went to cineleisure and bought tickets for john tucker must die at 820pm. we had an hour to eat and he planned on taking me to swensen's. however, the queue there was freaking long so he brought me to bakerzin. sadly, bakerzin was full house too! walked over to ngee ann city hoping to find a nice restaurant but every restaurant was full of people! we ended up having mos burger for dinner because of lack of time. haha. he kept blaming himself for this even though i didn't even mind having mos burger. silly boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were late for the movie and missed the first part. the show was pretty funny. after the movie, we headed home... and when we reached the park outside my house, four girls came running out wishing me happy birthday! hahaha! i was seriously surprised, i didn't expect it at all! they had to cook up lies to make me come home earlier.  they had a blackforest cake and even arranged candles that spelt out my name on the floor! so sweet of them. then they passed me my present. incanto charms. the perfume i was longing for! the cake was delicious. they had to rush off after everything. my sweetie gave me a pretty necklace(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much girls! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; jiahui, joy, kewei, claire, april, sasa &lt;/span&gt;for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dearest hoekhim &lt;/span&gt;for the sweet presents and the funny and fabulous night out! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hsinrui, vivian, jean and jacqueline&lt;/span&gt; for the presents and birthday wishes!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also thanks to all the other people who wished me (no matter early or belated)! i really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 2pm today with my whole body aching. my godsister came to my house and we chatted. haha havent done that for so long. kind of wasted my day. snacked alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-115962856421491678?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115962856421491678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115962856421491678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115962856421491678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115962856421491678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/09/long-live-weekend.html' title='Long live the weekend'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115900337261266765</id><published>2006-09-23T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T18:01:30.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder if you know</title><content type='html'>i wonder just what are you doing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a terrible week is passing. hope tomorrow wouldn't be as bad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm staring at the state of my room.. and i find it almost revolting. okay, fine, i'm exaggerating but still, it sucks bad. i'm gonna pack it. do it up. throw a billion things away. be unsentimental for a few hours then regret my actions but the stuff would be gone by then anyway. i'm going to do all this.. after the exams. exams that are coming in less than two weeks time. damn it. i'm feeling the tension now and it's not being nice.  i haven't studied fuck!!! totally zero.  zilch. english homework lying next to me. i better finish it. to think i'm even going to go out tomorrow. and i don't even know where we're going yet because someone happens to be missing on such a boring saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that person's been located. lol  so much for rambling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-115900337261266765?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115900337261266765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115900337261266765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115900337261266765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115900337261266765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-wonder-if-you-know.html' title='I wonder if you know'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115867660996486847</id><published>2006-09-19T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T22:42:31.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This mix makes me so unpredictable</title><content type='html'>i am finally able to catch the internet at its promised speed. it's been hating me since i don't know when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad that tuesday is going to be over. have i ever mentioned that i detest tuesdays? today was an exceptionally terrible tuesday due to the fact that i overslept and woke up at 730am. i jumped out of bed, literally, thanks to lichin's phonecall and managed to rushed to school by 746am. is that super speed or what? my grandmother had locked the bedroom door therefore my maid couldn't enter to wake me. however, she could have at least used one third of her brain to think of other possibilites such as calling the house phone or one of our phones in the room. when i reached school, the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;security guard stopped me and wanted to refer me to abraham for being later than 750am. but it was still 746am and i kept insisting that it was still early enough to let me pass that until he finally and very calmly let me off. in addition to that, he even asked me a dumb question that many people have asked me before: "are you malay or chinese?" exactly which part of me looks malay to you? can someone please tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after doing cwo, which was inevitably &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;, i went up to the hall. abraham was giving a lecture or rather just plain complaining to everyone about students fighting and the teacher's day celebration where alot of students just left without proper dismissal. i slept through maths and ss. i have just been so bloody lethargic these few days, no idea why.. though i was able to keep myself awake during poa, probably because of the power nap i had during ss. had practical for fnn at last, although we baked fruit and nut muffins again. yawn. there's a test on meat tomorrow. oh God, there is assembly tomorrow. imagine the dullness that i will be facing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday was almost just as boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was great though. went to marina square with hoekhim. was late again. heh. watched the devil wears prada. awesome show! the clothes, shoes! bags! coats!  all so gorgeous! i was so mesmerised by everything. seems like my casual thoughts of working in a magazine in the future is actually becoming what i really am thinking of wanting as a job. anyhoo, we combed the entire citylink and marina square twice. had dinner at bily bombers. yummy but extremely filling. we were so freaking full. sat on the benches outside to enjoy the cool breeze and just talked. i love it when we can just sit there and chat. chatted about everything under the sun.. or moon, for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom was being irritating again. it's not like i've never returned home late before and it's not like it was even that late. i've returned home later than that before. i don't see a big problem. just because my grandmother is there, she gets so worked up over stuff like this. my grandma doesn't even care that much about me to scold or nag at me when i come home late. my mom came out of the house just to wait for me to come home. i hate it when she does that. the only other time she did that was new year's this year which was when i came home at 4am. even then, my grandma didn't even bother. she treated me normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes being a nice person doesn't help, does it? it probably just helps that person get a reputation for being a fucking doormat that everyone can walk on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten more days! let's see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-115867660996486847?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115867660996486847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115867660996486847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115867660996486847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115867660996486847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-mix-makes-me-so-unpredictable.html' title='This mix makes me so unpredictable'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115781036093404786</id><published>2006-09-09T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T21:59:20.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just our hands clasped so tight</title><content type='html'>sorry about the lack of updates everyone. i know how frustrating it is to take out time to view a blog without frequent posts. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, internet's been down for almost five days, that explains why i haven't been blogging. don't know why it just doesn't want to co-operate with us. tthat irritating chunk of plastic, metal and wires. garh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shijie's, alyssa's and claire's birthdays have all passed! did many things during this entire week. went to east coast yesterday to cycle and bowl. now the left side of my body is aching. oh, i dropped the ball during my turn at bowling and everyone who saw laughed at me!! so freaking embarrassing! haha. they played wih sea snails. eugh. the sea snails looked... cringy. joy and april fell down. poor girls. hope their wounds recover soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrated claire's birthday on thursday night at jiahui's house. although it was pretty simple, i still hope she enjoyed herself! that box of snacks is gonna last you almost a month, girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. last day of the holidays is tomorrow, which is about two hours away. grandmother cameover to stay. can't go out much. wonder how long she'll be staying.. my poor cats must stay in their cages again. haven't done &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; homework! argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only been two days and yet...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-115781036093404786?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115781036093404786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115781036093404786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115781036093404786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115781036093404786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-our-hands-clasped-so-tight.html' title='Just our hands clasped so tight'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115719827075199889</id><published>2006-09-02T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T19:57:50.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart is yours to fill or burst</title><content type='html'>life has been pretty good for me despite the fact that i did badly for common tests, which i have yet to inform my mom about. heh. there's gonna be poa and english lessons on thursday and co on i don't know which fucked up day.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; yesterday and headed to town. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;i kick myself for not buying a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;single &lt;/span&gt;thing! how dumb is that. it's all too expensive! a pair of jeans that costs two hundred and thirty-nine bucks?! insanity. i told the guy working at collage that i'll save up and come back and he bought the lie. haha! nice tshirts and tops seem to disappear from the racks just because i'm out and about in town. darn. after that, we headed home to change then went for the bbq. i didn't know a single soul although i've seen them in school before. so embarrassing lol. reached home at about 12plus and started on my tuition homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept at three! how sad. had to wake up at ten this morning. i was so stoned during tuition. visited my grandmother. she's getting on much better now. i'm so glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are my saturdays becoming so mundane? i'm so tired of this skin. can't seem to find anything nice. it's too bad that i don't know how to make blogskins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy that jiahui is finally backkkkkkk! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-115719827075199889?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115719827075199889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115719827075199889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115719827075199889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115719827075199889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-heart-is-yours-to-fill-or-burst.html' title='My heart is yours to fill or burst'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115694541090212020</id><published>2006-08-30T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T21:43:31.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey unloving</title><content type='html'>teacher's day tomorrow! at last, a relaxed day ahead. the only unfortunate thing is that i have to perform onstage. dang. hopefully i won't screw up though. argh. it's gonna be so damn embarrassing being up there for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CO &lt;/span&gt;in front of... my goodness. i don't wanna think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays are getting really near. quite a number of plans lined up. i'm thinking of being a loner for a day and head to town on my own. i'll probably be able get my to-do list done quicker. then maybe go for a bbq when i finally get my shopping done? after that, maybe head to april's house? haven't decided yet though. i don't even know if my mum would allow me! lol. oh well. i seriously &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cannot &lt;/span&gt;wait for sunday. it's such an insane wait, even though it's just four days away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather was playing tricks on me today. had to walk home with lichin in the drizzle. so sad. we were like paupers who couldn't even afford umbrellas. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss london. i miss the enjoyable weather. i miss the people. i miss their Brit accents. i miss the quaint houses that line the neighbourhoods. i miss the tube. i miss their quirky fashion sense. i miss those gigantic multi-level topshop shops. i miss bond street. I WANNA GO BACK THERE SO BADDDDD!! i love it there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-115694541090212020?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115694541090212020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115694541090212020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115694541090212020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115694541090212020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey-unloving.html' title='Hey unloving'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115652002532649084</id><published>2006-08-25T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T23:50:19.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quit playing those heart games with me now</title><content type='html'>A- You like to curse a lot&lt;br /&gt;B- You like people.&lt;br /&gt;C- You're wild and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;D- You have one of the best personalities ever.&lt;br /&gt;E- Damn good kisser.&lt;br /&gt;F- People adore you.&lt;br /&gt;G- You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;H- You have a very good personality and looks.&lt;br /&gt;I- You have a fine ass&lt;br /&gt;J- Everyone loves you.&lt;br /&gt;K- You are really silly.&lt;br /&gt;L- You live to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;M- One to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;N- You are dead sexy.&lt;br /&gt;O- You are one of the best in bed.&lt;br /&gt;P- You are popular with all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;Q- You are a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;R- Fucking crazy&lt;br /&gt;S- Easy to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;T- You're loyal to those you love.&lt;br /&gt;U- You really like to chill.&lt;br /&gt;V- You are not judgemental.&lt;br /&gt;W- You are very broad minded.&lt;br /&gt;X- You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Y- One of the best damn bf/gf anyone could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;Z- Always ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M &lt;/strong&gt;- one to have fun (yes, i love fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E &lt;/strong&gt;- damn good kisser (wouldn't know. dare not ask.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L &lt;/strong&gt;- you live to have fun (ditto, &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;- you have a fine ass (well... i have four&lt;strong&gt; I&lt;/strong&gt;s in my name. LOLOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S &lt;/strong&gt;- easy to fall in love with (doubt it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S &lt;/strong&gt;- easy to fall in love with (yep, i doubt it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A &lt;/strong&gt;- you like to curse alot. (though i do keep an effort to control, it's still true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today mostly sucked. somnolence took over me through all the lessons except for pe where i was jumping about like an idiot. co was a total bore. looks like i have to perform for teacher's day after all. shit that. currently, i'm staring at my pile of chinese tuition assessment books that i gotta flip open to do. no sleeping in for me tomorrow once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to get away from all this. away from all this uncalled for stress. stress that only homework, tests and exams can give. it's the bane of my insignificant life right now. the incessant naggings of teachers/relatives/tutors telling me that i have to do well; that i have to stop treating everything as a joke; that o levels are gonna be here before you know it, it never seems to stop. if only i could just regard it as hyperbole, but i can't, because it simply just isn't. i feel that i don't seem to have any talents in me. i'm not excelling in &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; subject, or anything else for that matter, at the moment. how damn useless huh. seeking solace in movies, shopping and late nights out might suffice for now. so bring it on, pretty please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, maybe rin is right. he should pass the throne (of ultimate emoness) to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-115652002532649084?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115652002532649084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115652002532649084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115652002532649084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115652002532649084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/08/quit-playing-those-heart-games-with-me.html' title='Quit playing those heart games with me now'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115641924906481852</id><published>2006-08-24T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T19:34:09.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been dying to reach you</title><content type='html'>i know i'm irritating, not blogging regularly. heh. anyway, today was.. what else but mundane? had poa test. don't know if i can pass. keep forgetting the format for the trading and profit and loss account. garrr.  oh, i got 6/25 for chemistry and 9/25 for physics. like, how great is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i got 71% for my fnn overall! lol! so unexpected. ms alsagoff mentioned some four month attachment to temasek poly for fnn. if i agree, i'll have to juggle two courseworks but then i'll get higher chances of being able to study the food technology course in TP. it's quite cool. i really want to go to TP. but the problem is.. i don't wanna do food tech!!  damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five hours of co tomorrow. it's seriously gonna kill me. i am &lt;em&gt;soo&lt;/em&gt; sick of it. i don't even intend to perform on teacher's day and there's nothing they can do about it. i won't get that one point? too bad for me then, that's my problem.&lt;br /&gt;gotta practice that dumb ACES day dance tomorrow. haha. it'll be so embarrassing. luckily, my pe is the first two periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm itching for shopping again. LOL. my shopping list is getting longer by the day. argh. i've already said to myself not to shop for a month!&lt;br /&gt;or is a month already over?&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-115641924906481852?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115641924906481852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115641924906481852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115641924906481852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115641924906481852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-been-dying-to-reach-you.html' title='I&apos;ve been dying to reach you'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115608583419495375</id><published>2006-08-20T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:50:32.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From strangers into lovers</title><content type='html'>alright, my internet's finally working. so much things i wanna blog about. shall start with friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, obviously it was boring. i mean, how fun can a schoolday be. however, we understand the softball rules at last! and i just realised that softball's exciting! lol. i got my maths results- 20/40, english- 20/40, chinese- 25.5/50. like, wtf. all just passes. my mum is gonna faint when she learns about this. i'm going to fail my science for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyway&lt;/em&gt;, headed to tampines for lunch. went to the open plaza to spin again lol. sasa and i felt sick after that. sorry to the 'friday gang' for not confirming where we were going. it was an impromptu decision for us.&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, headed to my grandmother's house to visit her. she's unwell, all of a sudden. it's really scary. i've hardly ever seen her so weak in all my fifteen years. i almost cried when i saw her but managed to control. helped her to get things and supported her when she wanted to get up and walk to the toilet. she can't even get up on her own, much less walk. her knees are swollen. i pray that'll she'll be alright and recover really soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had tuition in the morning. went to visit my grandmother again later in the afternoon. a little better today. nothing much happened. talked to my grand-aunties about lots of things. both past and present. they're really funny! i love all of them so much. they had to battle many cockroaches the past few nights. their worst fear! yuckyuck. horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed to her house again. she's feeling better today. they decided to spring clean her house. found many dead cockroaches hidden under the sofas and hidden corners. ew. but right now, her house is sparkling clean again! met suf at roxy. joy and rin were super late!! settled at bk as usual. jiahui came soon after. we were supposed to study fnn but ended up camwhoring and crapping. only covered one topic. tried to find some nice t-shirts but there was nothing much. my brother owes me money!&lt;br /&gt;joy and i saw &lt;em&gt;HIM&lt;/em&gt;!! AHH!!! handsome as ever. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's gonna be dreadfully boring. haven't finished the lit project. must remember to bring coloured paper. hope hoori goes through lit paper instead. i hate mondays. and tuesdays. not forgetting wednesdays. oh, thursdays suck too. fridays aren't any better either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/130/618/320/IMG_3682.0.jpg" border="0" /&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/130/618/320/IMG_3691.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/130/618/320/IMG_3685.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/130/618/320/IMG_3699.1.jpg" 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/20298752-115608583419495375?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115608583419495375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115608583419495375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115608583419495375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115608583419495375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/08/from-strangers-into-lovers.html' title='From strangers into lovers'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115556099383337209</id><published>2006-08-14T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T21:28:02.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisting my stomach into knots</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1.Who is the last person you high-fived? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;can't remember. huifang? lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. If you were drafted into a war, would you survive? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. Do you sleep with the TV on? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;almost never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4. Have you ever drank milk straight out of the carton? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hardly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5. Have you ever won a spelling bee? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7. How fast can you type? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fast enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8. Are you afraid of the dark? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;9. Eye color? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10. Worst fear? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;insects, embarrasment, wearing a fashion faux pas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;11. When is the last time you bathed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hehe. 12am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;12. Do you knock on wood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for fun when i say wrong stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;13. Are you drinking anything right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;14. Are you attractive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;am i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;15. Can you hoola hoop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i've tried and i kinda suck at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;16. Are you good at keeping secrets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okay, this one i'm good at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;17. What do you want for Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ohh, that list will be longer than the christmas tree, with fun being at the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;18. Do you know the Muffin Man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i would want to. he's cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;19. Do you talk in your sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no, according to my family members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;20. Who wrote the book of love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;21. Have you ever flown a kite? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;once, i think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;24. how many people are on your contact list ofyour cell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;25. Have you ever asked for a pony?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nope. i've always asked for cats when i was still young though. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;26. Plans for tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ha-ha. tests on social studies and literature, plus two and a half hours of f&amp;n. thinking of how i'm gonna die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;27. Can you juggle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no, i can't juggle for nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;28. Missing someone now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yep. missing them a hell lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;29. When was the last time you told someone 'Ilove you' and really meant it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;guess it didn't mean anything then, did it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;31. How are you feeling today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;frustrated and tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;32. Are you black?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;33. Have you ever been suspended or expelled from school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;34. What are you looking forward to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;getting to see that rusty guy! christmas! and oh, O LEVELS TO BE OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;35. Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so far, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;37. Have you ever eaten dog food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i don't want to try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;38. Can you handle the truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yes, i can handle truths better than i can enduring lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;39. Do you like ham?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it's nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;40. What 3 things can always be found in your refrigerator?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eggs, butter andddd ice? lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;41. Any cool scars? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lots but they're soo &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;42. Do you like or have a crush on anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yes. a HUGE crush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;43. How many kids do you plan on having?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;one or two max.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;44. What do you do when no one is watching?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;talk to myself and sing loudly if there's no one around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;45. Are you in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;head over heels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;46. Do you talk to yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yes, alot of the time lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;47. Do you like dancing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dancing is really fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;48. Three of your favorite tv shows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;friends, fraiser, whose line is it anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;49. Three things about the opposite sex that appeal to you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;looks, style, personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;50. Who are you thinking about right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;RUSTYYYYYYYYYYY AND VOLCOMMMMMMMMMMMMM! AHH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;51. Who did you last talk to on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;jiahui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;52. Where is your phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;53. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;moo ice cream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;54. What is your favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;brown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;55. What is the last movie watched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the lakehouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;56. What song are you currently listening to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the theft - atreyu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;57. Are you currently suffering from a broken heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yes, it broke in the bus on saturday night. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;58. Would you ever date anyone on your friends list?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;certain someones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-STANDARD BOYFRIEND(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*boyfriend or girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*preferred age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- older than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*preferred height?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- taller than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*sense of humor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- yep. important factor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*piercings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- sure but not too many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*accepts me for who i am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- yes, duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*pink hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- never!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*mushy or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- yes, but not all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*thin or fat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- thin. athletic? heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*personality or looks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- looks are important but if there's no personality, what's the point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*long or short hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- i would prefer short and styled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*smells good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- yes, please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*smokes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- won't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*drinks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*has a tattoo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- that'd be cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*boy-next-door type?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- fine, but i prefer bad boys. lol!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*loves and updated in music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- major importance. or at least likes the same music genres as me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*plays the piano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*plays the guitar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- even better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*plays violin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- okay, but drums would be perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*sings well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- a plus point!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- as long as he's not vainer than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*with glasses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- doesn't matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*with braces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- doesn't matter either. he'll take it off someday anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*shy type?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- outgoing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*sporty or couchpotato?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- sporty! woo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*sings or dances?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- as long as he's good at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*loves you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- YA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*serious and sincere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- sincere? yes. serious in the relationship? yes. serious character? not 24/7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*obsessed with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- not overly obsessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*matured?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- yes but yet still knows how to have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*has time with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- yes but who doesn't neglect his friends either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*trusts you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- you know, trust is extremely important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*barkada type or boyfriend type?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- wtf is a barkada? the latter then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;there is something seriously wrong with my mouse. it's lagging like crazy. so freaking irritating. f&amp;n test is postponed to next week! but there's still f&amp;amp;n tomorrow. haven't studied for my ss. shoot. hopefully lit won't be too difficult. tomorrow's gonna suck bad. chinese was difficult, as usual. couldn't understand the cloze passage at all and i didn't know how to write three of the five words. wonder if i'll pass? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh yeah, my dad's back. he came back on sunday morning and he's leaving for china again on wednesday. three days. wow. he's driving the new car, just hope that he doesn't get it scratched or anything. he's always so careless with stuff. just look at his phone(s)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;last saturday and sunday were fabulous days!! can't wait for next sunday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;heh. rusty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that's so childish and retarded but whatever, you &lt;/span&gt;know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-115556099383337209?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115556099383337209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115556099383337209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115556099383337209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115556099383337209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/08/twisting-my-stomach-into-knots.html' title='Twisting my stomach into knots'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115530879550303679</id><published>2006-08-11T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T19:59:28.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a war, of head versus heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;benefit &lt;/em&gt;is finally coming to singapore!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;like, yay. can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished my tuition homework for tomorrow. common tests just started. english was today. quite tough. almost didn't have time to complete my summary. missed out a few points already. i told you i hate summary. hopefully i won't do so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had co again. wasn't so bored only because i had huifang and vivienne to talk to. left early to go for maths tuition with kw and claire. had to get my mum to call ms poh to get me released earlier and guess what? ms poh took the opportunity to tell on me about my behaviour in her class to my mum. how great. my mum says that i'll be grounded if i do badly for common tests, which i have a feeling i would. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might go watch fireworks tomorrow. depends on whether my mum would let me out. i pray that she will. i must catch the fireworks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;problems are never-ending, aren't they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-115530879550303679?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115530879550303679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115530879550303679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115530879550303679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115530879550303679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-war-of-head-versus-heart.html' title='I&apos;m a war, of head versus heart'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115514322866139130</id><published>2006-08-10T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T02:45:23.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day</title><content type='html'>i'm supposed to blog so that rin will sing. lol&lt;br /&gt;soooo.. here i am blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had national day celebrations yesterday. mr lak's going to new york to study! so lucky huh. anyway, went home got ready then met up with joy, april, clarissa, zao, rin and suf and headed to plaza sing. ate at burger king. rin and apr had a food race. rin is a monster. he can finish a burger in four bites. scary. hahha. wasted our money at the arcade playing racing and those toy-picking machines while waiting for the time to pass.&lt;br /&gt;watched the lakehouse but without sasa and apr. it's such a nice show lar. don't understand how they can sleep through it. took neos with the girls. quite nice! the guys were so stoned so they left, leaving suf alone to wait for us. jh and sasa left too soon after. the rest of us took a train down to tampines to have dinner. crapped with them alot! made a lot of noise there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out to marina square (again) today. watched a movie. wanted to watch click but it was left with the front row so we watched tokyo drift instead. the cars were damn beautiful and the japanese guys who were extras in the show.. alot of them were handsome! didn't get to watch click though. ): all the stupid toilets had long queues. i ended up going to the toilet at the carpark lobby. sucky.&lt;br /&gt;went to sit at gelare for a while. people-watched. citylink was &lt;em&gt;swarmed&lt;/em&gt; with all sorts of people. we joined in that crowd of people and went to esplanade. tried to find the best spot to watch fireworks but instead, we totally missed it. don't know why either. maybe we didn't stick around long enough. we waited from 745 to almost 9 for the fireworks. az told me that the fireworks at ndp was long over. the police said that there was not gonna be anymore fireworks. weird huh. suspected it too because people were walking back and giving up spaces. so sad that we didn't get to watch the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;went to have dinner at spageddies and saw ms lim there with her husband! on the back to mrt station, saw melvin! haven't seen him for so long. the train back home was surprisingly empty. some toddler peed on the train and people didn't know so they stepped on it. LOL. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;saw dominic cycling while on the way home. he's like, so darn proud okay.&lt;br /&gt;today didn't work out as planned.. but although we didn't watch click and we missed the fireworks, i still kinda enjoyed myself. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE RIN. NOW, SING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-115514322866139130?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115514322866139130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115514322866139130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115514322866139130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115514322866139130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-day.html' title='What a day'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115479434524813443</id><published>2006-08-05T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T00:12:25.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies and masquerades</title><content type='html'>went to tm just now with jh, joy, suf and rin. played at the playground. lol. we sound like little kids but anyway, yeah, they spun us around the spinning wheels. hahaha we all got super high. i felt so dizzy and disoriented. it was so scary, i felt like i was going to fly off any moment and my hair flew so wildly as i spun lol. it was so embarrassing! so many people watched us. after that, we had dessert at the food court. walked around a bit. did window shopping lol. had fries for dinner. didn't really camwhore. then went home. emo-ed all the way from macs to the park outside my house. sat there for about fifteen minutes or so, just blasting music and staring into space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i so stupid?&lt;br /&gt;why is it always like this?&lt;br /&gt;time and again.&lt;br /&gt;i'm always getting all this crap.&lt;br /&gt;a neverending supply of suger coated, honey covered, sweets of vicious lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;fucking hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-115479434524813443?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115479434524813443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115479434524813443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115479434524813443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115479434524813443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/08/lies-and-masquerades.html' title='Lies and masquerades'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115461274243127031</id><published>2006-08-03T20:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T21:57:12.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You have stolen my heart</title><content type='html'>i can't believe that despite what i said a few posts back, i still went for that dumb st. pat's performance! dammit. i didn't know two of the songs so i just kinda faked through while laughing to myself. it was so embarrassing.. although only 20% of the whole school population was cute/hot. lol. okay, i know you people are like, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had quite a bad day today. liau kept picking on me, as usual. i don't understand why others can sit anywhere they like except me! she kept making me change places. how biased. i passed my physics test! hoori kinda blew up today because half of the class didn't do her kite-flying comprehension. it's the most difficult comprehension i've ever come across. well, got to complete it by tonight. then, because of that dumb performance, ms poh gave us the chinese compo to do at home. my research for fnn isn't exactly completed. not done with the punishment either. don't think people are even gonna bother about it though. was supposed to have chem &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; coming back from the performance but we skipped it and did the english compre instead. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, have not been blogging almost for six days.. alot of birthdays have passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday luciana! sorry for not attending your birthday dinner.. but i hope you liked the present! (:&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday chinhan! sorry for not wishing you earlier! :P&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday hsinrui! hope you like the earrings! *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday mitchell! in four more hours. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. i have no mood for homework right now.. i &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sigh. will things ever work out the way you want them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; to? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what we're gonna do for pe tomorrow. hope it's fun. im feeling so unfit right now. haha. tomorrow is going to be spoilt all because of? CHINESE ORCHESTRA. &lt;em&gt;how great&lt;/em&gt;. :'( i've got a painful blister on my finger already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when i finished blogging, my brother has to come back and destroy my plans. his whole life is on this computer! he even studies on it. his school notes are in powerpoint slides. can you believe it? so amazing. his "high-tech" school is making it worse for me. now i can't listen to my music anymore while i do my homework and i don't even have enough space to &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; the bloody homework. fuck this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-115461274243127031?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115461274243127031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115461274243127031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115461274243127031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115461274243127031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-have-stolen-my-heart_03.html' title='You have stolen my heart'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115409767073868464</id><published>2006-07-28T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T22:43:59.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We pass just close enough to touch</title><content type='html'>co never fails to make me irritated with the world. they expect us to return to school on a holiday, which is next wednesday, at 130pm. wasting my whole holiday because it will end at 5! anyway, mr boo was shouting at all the cellists because we took so long to get settled. but it's not our fault! he was the one stressing all of us. we were so frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a saturday that was supposedly chocked full of activities has turned into a saturday with only tuition in the morning and nothing else. how sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;why can't we just be normal around each other again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;could you just forget that it ever happened, if it helps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i really want this awkwardness to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;it gets so tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-115409767073868464?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115409767073868464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115409767073868464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115409767073868464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115409767073868464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-pass-just-close-enough-to-touch.html' title='We pass just close enough to touch'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115392048638738170</id><published>2006-07-26T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T21:30:42.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey unfaithful, I will teach you to be stronger</title><content type='html'>i wasted my whole afternoon listening to mr and mrs boo nagging while my butt hurt as i sat on one quarter of the hard, spoilt chair that felt like it was about to break any moment, in a small stuffy classroom, feeling all hot and sweaty with my eardrums almost bursting due to the drums and cymbals being played behind me. it was &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; terrible. barely played anything. but at least i caught up with huifang and vivienne, so it wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, been having quite a bit of bad blood with mrs liau recently. just because i failed her test. she keeps picking on me! i can't stand it. screaming at me for no reason and sending me out of class without a warning first. crazy. it's not like i was talking non-stop. marcus and i were just looking at each other's papers and drawing on the table lol. dumbbbbbb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the teachers seem to be having menopause or something. i bet it's the stress that they get from their superiors. this stress is then passed down to us from them. and they have to set all the tests on the same day. making our brains go all gooey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEE WHAT I MEAN BY LIAU KEEPS PICKING ON ME?! SHE JUST CALLED MY HOUSE ASKING FOR MY MOTHER. AND I HAD TO GIVE HER HER HANDPHONE NUMBER. SHE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THAT MELISSA ANSWERED HER CALL. DUMB. SHIT. I'M SO SCREWED. SHE'S GONNA TELL MY MOTHER ABOUT A LOT OF STUFF THAT'S PROBABLY NOT EVEN TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;don't wanna blog anymore. to think i still have &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; stuff to worry about. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-115392048638738170?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115392048638738170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115392048638738170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115392048638738170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115392048638738170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-unfaithful-i-will-teach-you-to-be.html' title='Hey unfaithful, I will teach you to be stronger'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115363271148124534</id><published>2006-07-23T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T13:31:51.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I promised the world and a dozen roses</title><content type='html'>went for the marife cruz's english course yesterday. it was not as boring as i thought it would be. bedok south was the only retarded school to wear uniform there. the rest were in their own clothes. lol. i felt so out of place. anyway, went to change during the break. my skirt was really loose but i forgot to bring my belt. then after the break, i felt like falling asleep. ate at kfc then headed to marina square with clarissa to find joy, april, zao, suf and rin. they were laughing at strangers when we arrived lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy was torn between shopping and church. a coin flip by zao determined her decision. haha. we shopped for five hours according to the guys. they were seriously stoned. it didn't feel like five hours and we could have gone on much longer, if not for the curfews. i had to control myself from buying anything except the sandals from m)phosis and the dashboard cd. i got dc's CD!!! it was difficult to control but i've used up so much of my savings already. i deserve a slap. wonder when i'll get my allowance. i'm hoping soon. okay, another slap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum bought a new car! mazda 3. that's the car that i like. and it's gonna be in black. how cool is that. lol. i can't wait for it to arrive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-115363271148124534?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115363271148124534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115363271148124534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115363271148124534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115363271148124534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-promised-world-and-dozen-roses.html' title='I promised the world and a dozen roses'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115340818905467447</id><published>2006-07-20T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T23:27:26.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going on, none the less</title><content type='html'>kewei didn't come to school. hope she's feeling better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started out the day super pissed. there was some dumb "emergency" co meeting they called. and they expect us to go to st. patrick's to perform. like, &lt;em&gt;hell&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;. never, ever, ever am i going to do that. nonono. dream ooon. i don't care. i hate co. i hate it &lt;em&gt;so much&lt;/em&gt;. i've never hated something so much before. it's unimaginable. you wouldn't understand. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, claire and i were late for the poa test. liau was already in a super bad mood. i didn't have accounting paper, so she took the opportunity to scold and nag at me. i was already angry with the earlier issue that i didn't even bother to look for any paper. i just sat there sulking like an idiot. lol. luckily, my classmates were helpful and they managed to find a sheet of accounting paper for me. although i got the paper, i'm still gonna fail like never before. she was going to everybody's table and scolding them one by one. she also deprived us of half an hour just because we were late which was due to that &lt;strong&gt;dumb&lt;/strong&gt; meeting. this is the first chapter of poa that gets me so fucking confused. trading and profit and loss account as at 31 december 2004 blahblah.. everything that i stared long and hard at before the test just filled my mind when i looked at the notes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the day was okay though. had chem test. lol. it was cool. i notice that whenever i go to renaldo's, i'd go there broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. it was racial harmony yesterday. i was so jealous of all the people wearing a costume! i reaaally wanted to wear one at that moment. i regret. i hope the whole class will wear costumes next year! huifang wore an egyptian costume, like cleopatra! i was so excited. lol. after that, went to parkway for a while. met up with april and clarissa. bought some stuff i wanted to. home. something exciting happened! lol! but, something quite sad happened too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. common tests are coming. time is flying past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-115340818905467447?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115340818905467447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115340818905467447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115340818905467447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115340818905467447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/07/going-on-none-less.html' title='Going on, none the less'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115314350975330015</id><published>2006-07-17T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:56:45.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies, glances and messed up chances</title><content type='html'>school was tiring. three rounds around the school for mass run. insane. had tuition today. joy started bullying me. contrary to what she posted in her blog, i was trying to protect myself and unknowingly jerked my arm back, accidentally hitting her in the face. she laid on the floor and started muttering her 'last words' to all of us while i was trying to drag her back up. i didn't know her gums bled until she showed me her fingers that she had smeared with blood. she made us all worried! lol. her gums are scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. went on a major shopping spree at citylink and marina square with joy yesterday. we seriously bought quite alot. lol. i'm so satisfied with all my purchases. it's been pretty long since i had such a fulfilling spree. now the only thing left on my checklist: &lt;em&gt;footwear&lt;/em&gt;! found a pair of sandals from m)phosis and i'm gonna buy another converse pair. now the only headache is.. what colour?&lt;br /&gt;i feel so fucking bimbotic lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! i finally reserved dashboard's dusk and summer at hmv. i can't wait! hopefully it will arrive soon. bought albums from AFI and lostprophets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want tuesday! tuesdays mean boring ss and five periods of f&amp;n. chinese tuition on thursday night, just because of the dumb english narrative writing workshop on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit}&lt;br /&gt;just realised how handsome wang lee hom really is. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-115314350975330015?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115314350975330015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115314350975330015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115314350975330015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115314350975330015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/07/apologies-glances-and-messed-up.html' title='Apologies, glances and messed up chances'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115302596395486290</id><published>2006-07-16T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T13:02:29.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing more than a line in your book</title><content type='html'>going shopping with joy later. i want to buy soo many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went baybeats yesterday. didn't get to enjoy at all. we arrived too late and couldn't get to see shit. we couldn't find april either. there were loads of people hanging around. some scary, some hot, some cute and cool and some just plain weird. saw nick, beng jie and some malay guys from sec 5. saw yasmine and her sister, nadiah and khai too. then after that we met up with april, wan, alyssa and clarissa. we talked for quite a while. then went home. i came out of the house for nothing. i only had a cup of corn for dinner. lol. oh yeah, but i bought a bag for school. i love the insides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SUNDAY. shit. school, mass run and tuition tomorrow!! sucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-115302596395486290?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115302596395486290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115302596395486290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115302596395486290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115302596395486290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/07/nothing-more-than-line-in-your-book.html' title='Nothing more than a line in your book'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115289917685380268</id><published>2006-07-15T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T01:50:34.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robbed of all its passion</title><content type='html'>played badminton again today. and! i was so happy that there was no co today! went to have lunch with jmhs, april, mervyn, finn and boo. went to alter uniform yadayadayada.. then, they all went home one by one as the buses came. joy and i went to april's house. after a while, joy suddenly went mad and started trying on april's clothes. lol. she was trying to get me to join her but i just wouldn't because i will never ever be able to fit her clothes. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished my chinese tuition homework. so dead beat. i've never felt this tired since.. i don't know when. super drowsy. like i could just pass out on the table. lol. i'm so pissed by the fact that i have to wake up early tomorrow. can't even sleep in on a bloody saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baybeats tomorrow. hope my mum will let me go till late. alot of people can't make it last minute. well, i hope that many others &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; make it last minute. lol. whatever. i'm talking nonsense. my brain just isn't functioning properly at the moment. i was being a total airhead to the taxi driver just now while paying. he now probably thinks that i got an f9 for maths or something. haha. how embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping on sunday!&lt;br /&gt;i think i should go rest now. recuperation time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-115289917685380268?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115289917685380268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115289917685380268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115289917685380268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115289917685380268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/07/robbed-of-all-its-passion.html' title='Robbed of all its passion'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115270250379745014</id><published>2006-07-12T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T19:15:48.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'd rather hold your grudge</title><content type='html'>the horoscope thing that dy sent me. some parts are quite true. haha. anyway, read if you want. tell me which parts are true, if you would. lol.&lt;br /&gt;i've got nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;school sucks, co sucks, homework sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Libra woman usually has an egg oval facial shape. She has nice smooth skin and a good figure. She will spend so much effort to keep her skin clean and pretty. She can be easily allergic to cosmetics and make-up, but taking care of her face and avoiding wrinkles is her hobby. She is good at it and tend to look younger than her age. She can be very naughty, like a little boy, but yet fully 100% a woman. She looks nice in either jeans or evening gowns. She is gifted in how to dress and how to match her clothes. She likes to dress in black and wear perfume. She likes a mild, flowery scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks that women are equal to men. Sometimes she can think faster than you, but she will not leave you far behind. She will try not to make you feel like you are competing or defeated in any games. She plays with you even if she is winning. She is a little flirty and even she has no idea what she wants. She cannot decide what to do, and what not to do, so she cannot set her schedule very well in all cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any argument, she can really argue. She can argue for hours, and mostly win the argument. If it is not a serious argument, she can argue and once in a while give you a smile too. She will make a good politician, because she would be able to tell which party will win the election. She always has good reasons, though she likes to contradict herself. She can not decide what is right and wrong for her, because everything has a good side and a bad side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women in other Zodiac signs might not care what other people think, but a Libra woman cares what other people feel, or what you feel as much as her own feelings. She can adjust to her environment very well, so at work she will be at the ladder going up. She likes teamwork in doing things. If you ask her for help or advice, she will help you unless she does not like your guts. She can change you and make you think you have changed by yourself without her influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good side of being with a Libra woman is that she will never interfere with your privacy. She will not make you lose face in front of your friends. Even if she cares about how much money she has left in her bank account, she will never forget to let you know how much she cares for you. She thinks taking care of the house is a woman's job and she can do it well. But if you expect a Libra woman to fear you, then you are wrong. She is a strong woman, even if she looks at you with that sweet and innocent baby looks and may lose to you in a few poker games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she is the one you are after, then go step by step. The best way is using her friends to introduce you to her. Do not make her feel or treat her like a bubble head. You have to move forward toward her with confidence and security. Show her that you are a kind , polite and a real gentleman. Be a slow hand or else you might get smacked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-115270250379745014?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115270250379745014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115270250379745014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115270250379745014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115270250379745014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/07/youd-rather-hold-your-grudge.html' title='You&apos;d rather hold your grudge'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115253517928719549</id><published>2006-07-10T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T20:39:39.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Standstills of life and frames from the mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WHY DIDN'T FRANCE WIN?!&lt;/strong&gt; dumbdumbdumb. the italians were playing super rough. why the heck did zidane attack that italian guy? it was a stupid move, he should have just saved it till after the game. he ruined his game and really brought down the morale of his team. besides getting a red card, he couldn't even come out to take the medal. and whywhywhy did they put thierry henry OUT?! how sad. boo. &lt;em&gt;boooooooo&lt;/em&gt;. argh. i am upset. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't even catch any sleep. stayed up all the way from the time i woke up yesterday until now. it is utterly exhausting. there was mass run. the weather seems to enjoy playing with us. it rained right after we finished running. then we felt like as if we were in a freezer room instead of a classroom. had chinese test. the 135 phrases test. i screwed it up badly. only filled up sixteen out of the fifty blanks. haha. i kept dozing off while reading the questions. ms poh even had to wake me up once. after school, went to katong and had lunch. slept quite a bit at tuition lol. wasn't concentrating at all today. snacked alot during tuition. joy's dad fetched us home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. five periods of f&amp;n tomorrow. all theory. i hope it'll be in the computer lab again. oh yes, new sitting arrangement. i'm in the middle of marcus and brandon. lol. quite okay, except that chinkwee is beside brandon and brandon is not happy about it. chinkwee was being mighty irritating today. something probably happened at home. he would just suddenly burst out in song and was writing some extremely strange and disturbing "rules" that a president should follow to elect ministers and auditors(?). lichin and i were laughing at it. haha. anyways, i'm so glad she's feeling better today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't concern me. it didn't from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;saosin is love&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-115253517928719549?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115253517928719549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115253517928719549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115253517928719549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115253517928719549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/07/standstills-of-life-and-frames-from.html' title='Standstills of life and frames from the mind'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115210110566564723</id><published>2006-07-05T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T20:05:05.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little's Enough</title><content type='html'>i'm craving for spaghetti. i see two full spaghetti sauce bottles in the kitchen. but nooo. my maid doesn't want to cook it. she wants to cook chicken and potatoes. sdfjksdjfksdhfklsd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy and april are calling themselves fatties right now. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tkt is a crazy woman. no, seriously. she's mental. i mean, what the fuck is wrong with her? hahaha. it's like watching a comedy. only one person is allowed to do shit like that. she isn't him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was doing my homework at six. amazing. i don't think i've ever done that. i always complete my homework at night. lol. well, not that my workload is any lighter. F&amp;N is trying to murder me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-115210110566564723?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115210110566564723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115210110566564723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115210110566564723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115210110566564723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/07/littles-enough.html' title='A Little&apos;s Enough'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115202702120938899</id><published>2006-07-04T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:30:22.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little haven of repose</title><content type='html'>rushing my homework now. gonna sleep so late. damn. i'm so tired. i survived two and a half hours of f&amp;n today. amazing. tuesday can really kill me. no co tomorrow! i'm so happy. i'm guessing that many guys will be staying up to watch the germany vs italy match later. will be seeing lots of zombies walking around in school tomorrow. lol. sorry for not updating regularly, by the way. i know it's irritating. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here's something for the girls(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loving a man, a woman grows eyes on the back of her head so that in a crowded room, with her back turned to him, she sees his every movement. Wanting him, she sprouts extra ears to catch at his every word above the din of one hundred people. The man has no idea when he finally leaves the room with once noticing her, of the fullness of her pain.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- taken from The Bondmaid by Catherine Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda true, ain't it? it sounds like a good book. might try and look for it. ironically, i wrote a poem on this book for the dumb reading task even though i haven't read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-115202702120938899?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115202702120938899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115202702120938899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115202702120938899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115202702120938899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/07/little-haven-of-repose.html' title='A little haven of repose'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115157902885577687</id><published>2006-06-29T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T19:03:48.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strip my mind of this emptiness</title><content type='html'>emo emo emo... i seriously don't know what's wrong me. so fucking emo. over what? i'm not very sure what's the main reason either. it's already been so long but yet i'm still so bloody affected. threw a stupid tantrum. i'm so angry with myself. sorry joy and claire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to add to the stupid list of suckiness of my day. we five got caught by abraham after returning from simpang. not only did that suck, we got all the girls in 3e involved just because she thinks we have a problem with our dressing. she's gonna do a spotcheck tomorrow. plus, we have pe. will be feeling so horrible. i so hope, wish and pray that there won't be any co. pleasepleaseplease. that will really make me feel much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother keeps complaining about his mundane life. whose is worse? the worst part of his teenage life is OVER. well, actually, he's an adult already. all i can say is, i'm very much certain his life is way better than mine right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so stressed over school and homework. it's just the first week of school! so much homework that i owe all the teachers. tomorrow's the deadline and they're all still undone. the essay, the reading tasks, the book reviews, science worksheets, f&amp;n worksheets. i keep thinking about the damn exams that are so far away. okay, not far away but that isn't even here yet. God, what is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starving. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-115157902885577687?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115157902885577687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115157902885577687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115157902885577687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115157902885577687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/06/strip-my-mind-of-this-emptiness.html' title='Strip my mind of this emptiness'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115117734116026478</id><published>2006-06-25T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T03:29:01.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are the star that's in my sky</title><content type='html'>a cousin of mine got married yesterday. i had to follow my mum to the wedding dinner just because it's my brother's birthday and his friends were coming over to celebrate. fine, it's a perk being his birthday although it's not yesterday but today. my dad obviously couldn't make it as he is working. so i was forced to attend. it was SO boring. luckily the food was good. there were ah lians. not full-fledged ah lians, but still they are very much toward that type. yes, at the wedding. they can't even dress well for a wedding. from the groom's side, i guess. irritating. i think yet another cousin of mine is going to get married this october. my goodness. you know what? i don't know their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having a sore throat right now. not good. just when school is about to re-open. shit. talking about school. i have not completed my f&amp;n task analysis and whatever worksheets she gave us. it's a really thick stack. i'm so dead. hope no teachers read this? lol. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched three movies this week. she's the man, scary movie 4 and just my luck. she's the man and just my luck were great shows plus, hot guys acting in it. the endings just make me so jealous. reaaally jealous. but let us not talk about this right now shall we. scary movie 4 was quite disappointing. it wasn't as funny as the third movie. i expected to laugh like i was watching austin powers, but no, it was not funny to that degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAMMIT, SCHOOL IS STARTING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-115117734116026478?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115117734116026478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115117734116026478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115117734116026478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115117734116026478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-are-star-thats-in-my-sky.html' title='You are the star that&apos;s in my sky'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115062122636889747</id><published>2006-06-18T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T22:29:51.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not a marionette</title><content type='html'>i have not eaten anything the entire day. my house is almost empty of food. my maid isn't in. my mum has to drive out to buy for me. heh. i sound like a totally spoilt kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls are supposed to come over and get our homework over and done with. kw said she'll be here around 2 plus but it's already 3 40pm and i still have not heard from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's father's day! my dad's still in china, don't know his number there either, can't wish. his birthday was on the 15th but i didn't wish either. i don't know whether he even remembered. it's possible. i feel like such a bad daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for tuition yesterday. forgot how to solve most of the problems. lol. after that, went to parkway for a while, then headed to their church service. father's day drama was funny. &lt;em&gt;WE SAW THAT HOT RUSTY GUY at church&lt;/em&gt;. i mean, that hot guy who works at rusty. whatever, he was still on fire. lol. then went to april's house, supposedly to do homework, but we ended up having macdonald's, watching soccer and taking photos. watched the portugal and iran match. came home and watched the czech republic match. what the hell!! they lost to ghana by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWO &lt;/span&gt;freaking goals! oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that homemade video of those few girls giggling as they stripped another girl? that is just &lt;em&gt;sick&lt;/em&gt;. what are they, lesbians in heat or something? disgusting. they're disgusting. &lt;em&gt;yuck&lt;/em&gt;. to even think that they feel it's "&lt;em&gt;cool&lt;/em&gt;" to do something as stupid as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 4 15pm!! my sunday is slipping away..... got tons of homework to finish that i can bet three quarters of the class wouldn't. they still haven't called!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-115062122636889747?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115062122636889747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115062122636889747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115062122636889747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115062122636889747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-not-marionette.html' title='I&apos;m not a marionette'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115039713956545576</id><published>2006-06-16T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T02:45:42.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plays pretty for baby</title><content type='html'>this is the first time i changed my blogskin in, like, 568643715 years. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching the england match against trinidad and tabago. it's 74:23 into the game but there's still no score. what the hell. england has yet to score a single goal of their own until now in this year's world cup. they're getting edgy already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to jiahui's house today. went for a run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-FINALLY! A GOAL. 83 minutes into the game.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was woken up at 3 30pm by kewei and we chatted for half an hour so technically, i got out of bed at 4 15pm. 4pm in singapore is 9am in london. seems like my internal clock is still messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-another goal! 90 minutes. nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm stoned. no plans for later. i need to get &lt;em&gt;out there&lt;/em&gt;. it's the great singapore sale, for pete's sake!&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry. i want to try that "hiphop" ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;joel says he's gonna make a list of who he misses the most. you know who tops his list?&lt;br /&gt;lao! haha. it's true. i haven't seen that guy for &lt;em&gt;ages&lt;/em&gt;! i wonder how he's doing in ns. have got to meet up with all of them one day. a late night full of nonsense, laughter and excitement. there are always stuff to do and to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plays pretty for baby. i'm addicted to that song. it's so different from other saosin songs but it's still nice. oh, and i bought boykillboy's cd in london. they're quite rad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is that a chance i'm looking at? should i go for it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-115039713956545576?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115039713956545576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115039713956545576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115039713956545576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115039713956545576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/06/plays-pretty-for-baby.html' title='Plays pretty for baby'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-115022881218379927</id><published>2006-06-14T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T00:25:28.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As the heat sets in</title><content type='html'>yes, i'm back at last. i'm left with less than an hour to blog as i'm using my brother's laptop, so this post might be pretty short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trip was AWESOME. i love london. it's amazing. i am so going back there. the first few days were chilly, but that chill abruptly became intense heat. freak summer, they call it. i went shopping the first few days. oxford circus and covent garden. the topshop outlet on oxford street was effing HUGE&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; it was bliss, i tell you. i bought a great pair of jeans from H&amp;amp;M. i found atreyu's a deathgrip on yesterday album over there! P!ATD's too! coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my mum and i went to paris for four days. we went sightseeing during the first two days. the eiffel tower was beautiful. so was the arc de triomphe. actually, the hotel we were staying in was less than a ten minute walk away from it. i saw a giant louis vuitton too. it was like an entire building. two floors. we then headed to disneyland where we met my cousins and auntie. their rollercoasters are W-I-L-D. 360 degree loops, crazy twists, sudden speed bursts and whatnots. how fun. the sun was not being kind on us though. i got a tan just waiting for rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after two days of thrilling rides, we went back to london for sightseeing. i came back sick though, not a nice memory but i got better the next day. went to see the change of guards at the buckingham palace, the big ben, westminster abbey and the tower of london. they were all pretty sights, especially the big ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were a few days where we just sat at home and talked and watched television. it was quite fun. we even watched three world cup matches in a row! also, lots of tennis matches. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! almost forgot about the wedding. the venue they picked was &lt;em&gt;marvellous&lt;/em&gt;! really. it was somewhere like a resort, with lots and lots of green and even wild deer and things like that. very fresh air. however, we were late as we couldn't find the turning to get to the place. we missed the whole ceremony! what a shame. had dinner, which was delicious. their younger friends starting coming in soon after. it was the dancing part of the night. left around ten or eleven, can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thank you girls for coming to fetch me at the airport!! hope you like what i got for you all. it's 4am and i'm still awake! going to escape again tomorrow. lol. free entry from the other day, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so hard to believe that so many things can happen in just two weeks. it's something to ponder about. imagine what you can do if you made full use of the entire two weeks. what things you can acheive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-115022881218379927?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115022881218379927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=115022881218379927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115022881218379927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/115022881218379927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/06/as-heat-sets-in.html' title='As the heat sets in'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-114890522859360570</id><published>2006-05-29T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T20:25:31.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angst is never good for your soul</title><content type='html'>is it just me or is the whole world against me today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, it was my dad. i mean, &lt;em&gt;come on&lt;/em&gt;, solitaire on the computer WILL NOT DO ANY FUCKING HARM TO ME. &lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt;. then, he kept rushing me to go down. like as if the dinner plates and food would grow their own teeny tiny legs and brains and plan an escape route. hello? i just finished bathing! who's the one forever on the phone? who's the one who always comes late? who's the one who comes home only for one week in 2 months but is always out still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second was my grandmother. i was just standing by innocently when my mum was the one who was scuttling around the house, not watching where she was going. and when she tripped over the dinner table chair, my grandmother blamed &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;. this is &lt;em&gt;shit&lt;/em&gt;. she practically screamed at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why is my goddamned left ear &lt;em&gt;BLOCKED&lt;/em&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come i have to leave singapore pissed off? pms shouldn't occur 24/7, you know.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, goodbye. see you in two weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, it's my mum's turn to make me go nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JESUS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-114890522859360570?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114890522859360570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=114890522859360570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114890522859360570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114890522859360570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/05/angst-is-never-good-for-your-soul.html' title='Angst is never good for your soul'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-114872575665828733</id><published>2006-05-27T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T21:55:50.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The art of procastination</title><content type='html'>going to parkway soon. dad just came back from china this morning. so he's gonna treat us to dinner! then we'll go get some extra things for the trip. just did some packing today. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;remember our agreement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, parent-teacher meet was last night. my results are terrible! 56.something% and i'm sixth in class. can you just look at our standard? i failed my science; E8. my english was a B4, got A1 for POA. that was the only A i got. the rest were Cs. borderline passes. yes, that horrible. my dad doesn't know shit, neither am i planning to tell him. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, two more days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;looks like it's not going to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hope i can enjoy myself. i still have like loads of homework to do. missing two tuition lessons along the way. an essay to pass up by the 18th. gah. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-114872575665828733?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114872575665828733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=114872575665828733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114872575665828733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114872575665828733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/05/art-of-procastination.html' title='The art of procastination'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-114854938723165331</id><published>2006-05-25T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T17:34:53.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know it's you I can't forget</title><content type='html'>i never loved home more than this. haha. got back from camp a few hours ago. it was held at sarimbun camp. the one which i went to during primary five. it was a very vague memory.. however, i do remember the nature rumble and the river challenge. perhaps i remembered wrongly, but i think they added many new things? the toilets are still the same though; dirty and disgusting. i guess all camp toilets are like that. half of my group was pretty mundane.. i just &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to be placed in different groups from jh, joy, claire and kw and put in the same group as __. why is it always the case?! so irritating. it's like as if someone up there is playing a fool with my life and feelings. making me so embarrassed and spaced out throughout the whole camp. i was mostly alone, by the way. being the eleventh girl, the odd one out. how sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God, i managed to sleep in the same tent as jh and claire. if not, i really would have died there and then. i attracted alot of mosquitoes, now i'm suffering from all the itching. it's like as if i don't have enough scars on my legs, they just had to add on to it. so ugly. &lt;em&gt;shit &lt;/em&gt;mosquitoes. didn't get any good sleep either. was squashed up and i couldn't find any comfortable position to sleep in, so i kept waking up. it was bloody cold in the morning too. the instructors were all very nice to us. except one. ha, but whatever, the rest were great. i miss them already. i loved the campfire! it was super fun. almost everyone went high and did those retarded dances and sang songs. all the groups performed their cheer and item. my group won the best item award! it was really cute. a bollywood dance/skit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i have to wreck my brains on what clothes to bring to london. leaving next monday.. or should i say tuesday morning. i finally bought a dress! it's beautiful. i love it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;missing and still missing.. wishful thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great singapore sale starts tomorrow! shop your hearts out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-114854938723165331?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114854938723165331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=114854938723165331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114854938723165331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114854938723165331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-know-its-you-i-cant-forget.html' title='I know it&apos;s you I can&apos;t forget'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-114812037833314988</id><published>2006-05-20T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T18:19:39.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth is a whisper</title><content type='html'>alright, i wasted my saturday being online. how pathetic. &lt;em&gt;i want to go out&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandmother came over today and my cats were sitting in their cage protesting. they keep giving me those 'pity me' eyes and sad meows. i feel so bad but since my grandmother dislikes animals so much, might as well put them in there when she's here to avoid her rambling about them or worse, she might even shoo them away. but still, poor meows. plus, now that she's here, i can't go out for dinner, supper or even jh's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to 3d's bbq yesterday. it was okay, we took pictures with SAFGs but didn't take with the guys. lol. wasted. &lt;em&gt;alot&lt;/em&gt; of food was wasted too. many people left early. seven guys, joy and me were the only ones who stayed longer. yx taught the guys how to play the card game that i forgot who invented at joe's chalet. then he went on to mix the chilli and tomato sauce and watermelon together with spaghetti for the forfeit. ew. shijie kept having getting the forfeit! we cabbed back and i reached home around one. i had tuition homework to do but i was too dead beat to write anything. therefore, i had to wake up early just to complete the comprehension. the good thing is, it was the last lesson until school reopens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm seriously bored out of my mind. someone entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-114812037833314988?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114812037833314988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=114812037833314988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114812037833314988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114812037833314988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/05/truth-is-whisper.html' title='Truth is a whisper'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-114795164996562408</id><published>2006-05-18T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T19:29:57.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautifully wrong</title><content type='html'>well, school has been so-so. the english speech and drama class is fun but super embarrassing at the same time. it also proved one thing: i &lt;em&gt;suck&lt;/em&gt; at acting. there's gonna be an impromptu speech from everyone for tomorrow's lesson. and then there was some money management talk yesterday. it's actually pretty useful if you think about it. today, there was a kara course for us. you must be thinking what the heck is kara, right? kara is a ladybug living in a minute world of her own in a computer programme. it was dumb, everyone was just doing their own stuff on the internet and not paying attention at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the school just upped the punishment for being late. that's bad. bad news for alot of people. mrs boo also warned us about our attendance. if we skip lessons, we have to stay back after the rest get dismissed to practise in the canteen. so idiotic. i &lt;em&gt;despise &lt;/em&gt;chinese orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back a few of my results. as expected, i didn't do well. dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english paper 1: 35/60&lt;br /&gt;maths: 50/100&lt;br /&gt;chinese: 77/130&lt;br /&gt;f&amp;amp;n: 51/100&lt;br /&gt;literature: 31/50&lt;br /&gt;chemistry: 15.5/50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum has been buying me clothes and plus the trip to london and paris. i'm feeling so guilty because here i am not scoring well in my exams. parent-teacher meet next friday. how great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my goodness. sec three camp is coming! don't know what bag to use and what to bring. haven't bought the mini-sized shampoo and soap from guardian yet. not sure which tshirts, shorts and shoes to sacrifice. lol. the toilet conditions are so gonna make me barf okay. oh, and what about the groupings? i'm so paranoid that i'll be grouped with people i don't even know. that would be terrible. like a nightmare. i just pray that it'll be fun and enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;the same scene everyday.. it's tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-114795164996562408?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114795164996562408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=114795164996562408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114795164996562408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114795164996562408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/05/beautifully-wrong.html' title='Beautifully wrong'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-114749741610118119</id><published>2006-05-13T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T13:23:26.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fooled by my own desires</title><content type='html'>i think my internet hates me. it's been down for almost a week. but, all's fine now. at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, lots of updates on my mundane life for you to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to east coast with the girls. they were all so late! luckily, i had trusty cleo to keep me company. we reached there around an hour late and.. this is just &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; embarrassing but... i finally learnt how to cycle?! lol. i'm such a loser okay. no childhood haha. i think they were all fed up from teaching me. anyhow, we cycled to another end to some deserted beach and took photos! kw was trying to build sandcastles but the sand wasn't listening to her. she looked super emo. after that, we went to parkway to buy elliot's present and had dinner at yoshinoya.&lt;br /&gt;cycling is fun. lol. the only thing not fun about this whole outing was the fact that the mosquitoes were having a feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with huifang (ah! i missed that girl so much.), sean and faiz at tanah merah. the guys were early but we girls were super late. so sorry! haha. anyway, we headed to town. bought tickets for MI3 then we shopped like crazy! huifang and i each bought a pair of shoes. the guys were amazed how much we could walk without stopping or feeling tired. i guess that's just every girl's instinctive talent eh? sean treated us to lunch at ramenten. how nice of him. went to topshop and i bought a few tops. i think i'm seriously going broke. we were a few minutes late for the show. the show was fantastic! full of immense action scenes. i loved it. after that, we headed to pacific plaza and scouted for sean's birthday present. three of us shared his present, which was a pair of surf shorts. they're funny. i really enjoyed myself. i haven't fulfilled my shopping list yet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am today, on a rainy saturday afternoon, on the computer listening to music. i quite love the goo goo dolls' latest album, let love in. somehow, i have a feeling that midyear results are going to be out on monday. ohmy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anytime you need me, i'll be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-114749741610118119?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114749741610118119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=114749741610118119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114749741610118119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114749741610118119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/05/fooled-by-my-own-desires.html' title='Fooled by my own desires'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-114690167975123878</id><published>2006-05-06T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T15:47:59.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ghost of a good thing</title><content type='html'>there are days when you truly want to blog but you just cannot think of anything to pen down. today happens to be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't matter. i'll just try and force myself to write and make it random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only three more papers left till the end of midyears! i'm beginning to depise f&amp;n. coursework is killing me. i have to hand in a task analysis and almost six pages of research on dietary fibre on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that bloody ass difficult to find just one blogskin that is normal and appealing?! i dont know... maybe it's just me, but i find that if the designer is not depressed and emo, then she's overloading on the pink or black or whatever colour wrongly. making it look &lt;em&gt;ugly&lt;/em&gt;. actually, i have no right to say anything because i have not made any skins myself, sooooooooo wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-114690167975123878?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114690167975123878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=114690167975123878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114690167975123878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114690167975123878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/05/ghost-of-good-thing.html' title='The ghost of a good thing'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-114623497544205725</id><published>2006-04-28T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T01:32:40.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad but true</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it went as quickly as it came. i'm crushed...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;please know that i'll always be here if you need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;exams in three days time. haven't really sat down and revised my work. i should. i got to. i &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt;. i don't want to do badly again. nowadays, getting back a result slip or even a test paper is like having a nightmare. like as if it's on a loop. i need to do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tons of stress has been acting on everyone. everybody seems to be having troubles and worries at the same time. uncanny. hopefully all these redundant problems will clear up soon before it really starts to affect our studies and life. everyone seems so.. &lt;em&gt;lethargic&lt;/em&gt;. it's not fun when it's like that. if only all of them can be happy with no difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised how hypocritical people can be. seriously. you couldn't even tell one bit. yes, that fake. it gets on your nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ookay, this happyhappy cantonese love serial isn't helping at all.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i haven't gone out in a trillion years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-114623497544205725?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114623497544205725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=114623497544205725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114623497544205725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114623497544205725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/04/sad-but-true.html' title='Sad but true'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-114553128962260231</id><published>2006-04-20T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:08:09.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you hear it shattering?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you tell me one thing, but they say another. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's very contradicting. i don't know which to believe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if that's what you truly thought, then why did you even bother?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to london during the june holidays. two weeks. my cousin is getting married there. it's good, just that i'm gonna travel with relatives i'm not close to, except my mum.&lt;br /&gt;learning fiesta is coming. got to reach school by 730. poor claire and kewei! they have to reach by 7 &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; report to abraham. it's going to drag and drag and dragggg and all i have to do is walk a few steps, turn and walk back. all that for naught. how dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly feel like wanting to refurnish and redecorate my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework and tests.. all in front of my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-114553128962260231?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114553128962260231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=114553128962260231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114553128962260231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114553128962260231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/04/can-you-hear-it-shattering.html' title='Can you hear it shattering?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-114535555850024286</id><published>2006-04-18T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T01:33:29.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the rage</title><content type='html'>my head is on fire. i'm so super irritated. maybe it's because of the bloody homework that's just piling up in front of my face. or that the weather is playing tricks on me. or why my mum &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; to be out when there is a serious thunderstorm. or maybe i'm just irritated with myself. gah, whatever.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm talking to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i doing? shouldn't i be studying now or something? mid year's is in two weeks time and i'm still whiling away my time like it's nothing. i must be nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the learning fiesta t-shirt for this year is so &lt;em&gt;UGLY&lt;/em&gt;. what were they thinking?! and the class choosing orange wasn't such a bright idea either. some of us wanted black but they cancelled out our options! i can't believe we're all gonna put on that horrendous piece of orange fabric next saturday! ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anyway, i gotta go. bye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;love(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-114535555850024286?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114535555850024286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=114535555850024286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114535555850024286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114535555850024286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/04/all-rage.html' title='All the rage'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-114499195585854722</id><published>2006-04-14T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T13:21:34.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your heart is an empty room</title><content type='html'>i'm being irrtating. not blogging for so long. hahaha. i'm getting down to it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, recap.&lt;br /&gt;i passed my five stations.&lt;br /&gt;i think i screwed up my poa test.&lt;br /&gt;midyear exam is in about two weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;class photo is next monday.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously want to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;it's good friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOY's birthday was on thursday! she was suffering for the whole day until after dinner. we made her a short video with all sorts of nice and candid photos. kw and claire bought a mocha cake after school. joy was not allowed to come out the room. hahaha. we finished up the video and blindfolded joy. then we switched off the lights and lead her to the computer! after she finished watching the video, we brought her to the cake and we gave her her present. we took like a billion photos. hope she enjoyed her day!! love you girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday seriously rocked. khor was absent from school, so we had lots of fun in maths lesson. our after school lessons were cancelled because of the speech day rehearsal. jh finally went for np! after super long. the rest of us didn't really go anywhere. that part was sad. haha. but oh well. and today's a holiday! but i'm wasting it away.. why am i wasting my holiday away? dammit. please give me something to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my lion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-114499195585854722?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114499195585854722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=114499195585854722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114499195585854722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114499195585854722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/04/your-heart-is-empty-room.html' title='Your heart is an empty room'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-114431831714878817</id><published>2006-04-06T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T01:31:36.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again</title><content type='html'>yes, i know! i'm finally updating. well, school has been boring and the teachers have been super irritating.. duh. but despite that, the days just seem to pass real fast. tomorrow is napfa? five stations. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i just got a new phone! i'm so pleased with it. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got back my chinese and chemistry test marks.&lt;br /&gt;chinese &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;24.5/50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, chemistry&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.5/26.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;like,&lt;em&gt; wtf&lt;/em&gt;. i totally screwed up okay. so, i had no mood to go for cg at kewei's house after school. i also thought it would rain heavily but it still hasn't. anyway, liau changed our places &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt; again. now, i'm sitting with harry on the other side of the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously have no mood to blog. my mind is blank. haha. toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-114431831714878817?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114431831714878817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=114431831714878817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114431831714878817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114431831714878817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/04/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-114355944267506167</id><published>2006-03-28T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T23:26:51.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lack of colour</title><content type='html'>had really good food at paramount with my grandmother because my dad's back.. and is going off. yeah. he came back on friday night (or should i say saturday morning) and now, he has gone off to the airport already.&lt;br /&gt;this is record-breaking. &lt;em&gt;four&lt;/em&gt; days! normally, he'd be around for about five to seven days. on the way to pick my grandmother, he was grumbling and nagging at my brother and us about chinese and how important it is for us to be fluent in chinese, blahblahblah. he caught my brother and his girlfriend at tampines interchange. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-114355944267506167?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114355944267506167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=114355944267506167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114355944267506167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114355944267506167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/03/lack-of-colour.html' title='A lack of colour'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-114321960207843953</id><published>2006-03-25T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T01:00:02.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadbeat Sweetheartbeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;JMHs got second place among the sec three girls for the team category for this year's cross country!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo. but they didn't present the bloody medals to us just because we didn't hear our names being called. it's not our fault. it was so noisy and i couldn't hear nuts. in the end, we had to be so shameless to ask for our medals from mr lim because we had put in so much effort to practise and really ran with all our might today. joy injured her leg before the run but still came in second place for the girls! &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt;. hope your wound will recover soon okay! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to jiahui's house, as usual. ervin, shijie and jordan came along though. we ate dinner by the pool and played at the playgrounds. hah. we sound like total kids. then we all gathered to watch the nine o'clock show on channel eight. we were making so much noise while watching hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my dad's back from china again. chinese tuition tomorrow &lt;em&gt;morning&lt;/em&gt;. plus, the 10 page physics report that needs to be handed up on monday. that's one mark deducted already. going to claire's house to finish it, i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-114321960207843953?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114321960207843953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=114321960207843953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114321960207843953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114321960207843953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/03/deadbeat-sweetheartbeat.html' title='Deadbeat Sweetheartbeat'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-114276994287370770</id><published>2006-03-19T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T20:05:42.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the tomorrow that you were worried about yesterday</title><content type='html'>NOOOOOOOO&lt;em&gt;OOOOO&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL IS STARTING. DANG. HOLIDAYS ARE OVER TOO SOON. I'M BEING CAUGHT OFF-GUARD. I'M NOT READY FOR SCHOOL. NO, NOT YET. I DON'T WANT SCHOOL. I HATE SCHOOL. SHIT SCHOOL. DON'T GIVE ME SCHOOL. GO AWAY. &lt;em&gt;RAR&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-114276994287370770?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114276994287370770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=114276994287370770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114276994287370770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114276994287370770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-is-tomorrow-that-you-were.html' title='Today is the tomorrow that you were worried about yesterday'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-114257830329263785</id><published>2006-03-17T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T14:51:43.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to dance</title><content type='html'>the chalet was fun but &lt;strong&gt;daiyu&lt;/strong&gt;, our birthday boy, has fallen ILL!! really hope you recover soon!! take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you believe it? i managed to complete my bloody online maths homework by 2am! there was a computer near the reception counter. gavin and mitchell were there to help! ha. yay. thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to know many people. fun and interesting people. funny people. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-114257830329263785?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114257830329263785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=114257830329263785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114257830329263785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114257830329263785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-time-to-dance.html' title='It&apos;s time to dance'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-114243085734891549</id><published>2006-03-15T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T21:54:17.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warmness on the soul</title><content type='html'>i think it must be pretty depressing to read my blog. i just noticed that i subconsciously focus on the downside of things rather than the brighter side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am at jiahui's house now. i was supposed to do my homework. but dang, i didn't touch a single thing. if my mum finds out, she's gonna kill me. i've got to lie again. this is bad. skipped tuition too. thanks to the school. they kept us from nine to almost four thirty just to do maths, maths and more maths. lectures, maths and newspaper article summary (just because we were late for a few minutes). have to finish all the indices assessments by tomorrow! it's so difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays are gonna be gone in a blink of an eye. not much time for anything. i want to go shopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what? i'm exhausted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-114243085734891549?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114243085734891549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=114243085734891549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114243085734891549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114243085734891549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/03/warmness-on-soul.html' title='Warmness on the soul'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-114235225532195510</id><published>2006-03-14T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T00:09:08.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lips of deceit</title><content type='html'>i'm &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sunburnt &lt;/span&gt;on my face.&lt;br /&gt;of all places, my face.&lt;br /&gt;it's not pain though.&lt;br /&gt;ho-hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to escape today! most of the rides that are more fun were closed, to our dismay. so, we sat on almost every ride that was opened. including the retarded ones. hahaha. as you would know, it was blazing hot. we queued up in endless lines for hours just to sit on rides that lasted no more than five minutes. it was heat, wind, heat, water, heat, wind, heat, air-con, heat, wind, heat, air-con, hot hot heat for us. lol. i've got a runny nose now. go-karting was fun.&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm slow, but i just found out that the buger king in there does not offer MEALS. plus, they only have one drink cup size which is super large and it costs 2.50 per cup. what a shameless way of cheating our money. the lockers too! grr. but i guess ranting won't help in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we headed to pasir ris beach in the evening. unfortunately, it was low tide and sad to say, the shore looks horrendous at low tide. it lets you see how filthy it is in there. the winds were blowing at us and it really felt like air-con. it's a full moon tonight. so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my class has to report to the school foyer at 9am. God knows for what. let's just hope that it's nothing serious. maybe just to collect our progress report for the CA. they have managed to spoil my plans yet again. i wanted to go for the 9am session for my maths tuition tomorrow but nooooo, they had to barge in with some stupid meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's midnight. what am i still doing online? goodnight, my loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-114235225532195510?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114235225532195510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=114235225532195510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114235225532195510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114235225532195510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/03/lips-of-deceit.html' title='Lips of deceit'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-114224397375909124</id><published>2006-03-13T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T17:59:33.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In black and white</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;get.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;out&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've wasted three days of my holiday. talk about spending time wisely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-114224397375909124?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114224397375909124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=114224397375909124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114224397375909124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114224397375909124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-black-and-white.html' title='In black and white'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-114200356559654985</id><published>2006-03-10T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T13:37:50.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delirium trigger</title><content type='html'>forgive me for being so idiotic in the recent post. now i've re-read it and i feel so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;-hides away-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, the long-awaited one week holiday is here at last!!! however, i still have tuition on monday, wednesday and saturday. co is on tuesday. tuesday &lt;em&gt;afternoon&lt;/em&gt;, mind you. i told you they wouldn't even think of sparing us. but do they really have to put it in the afternoon? whatever, i don't think i'm going anyway. i'm going to a polyclinic first thing in the morning to get my little white paper slip of assured easement and shoved it in her face. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother's finally out till late. so i get to use the computer! i can't imagine how i'd be like when he's in the army. either i'd be glued to the screen or i'd go out the whole day until when we're both back home, we wanna use it. yes, i'm that irritating. heh. that's what you get for having a younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found a website that sells abercrombie &amp;amp; fitch! and they're located in singapore! whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it, i still have tuition tomorrow morning. so tiring! i'm seriously bushed from this whole week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-114200356559654985?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114200356559654985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=114200356559654985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114200356559654985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114200356559654985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/03/delirium-trigger.html' title='Delirium trigger'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-114174168871972086</id><published>2006-03-07T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T22:29:58.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're my static lullaby</title><content type='html'>i seriously don't know what's wrong with me. i've been feeling really tensed and fed up with everything recently. i'll lose my temper at the slightest irritation. especially in school. how dumb. such terrible mood swings are distracting not only to me, but also to everyone around me. the only way i can relieve this stress - listen to screamo. &lt;strong&gt;LOUDLY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atreyu, saosin, here i come.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i should try screaming into a pillow instead of spoiling my ears.&lt;br /&gt;i know, i sound totally insane. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God, holidays are starting next week. no need to wake up extra early. unless, they decide to have co, which i think they will. eugh. plus tuition and an unimagineable amount of homework. that week will probably be sucky too. sec three is crap. i can't even think what sec four is gonna be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS IT &lt;em&gt;TEN&lt;/em&gt;?!? i hate wednesdays. totally. &lt;em&gt;despise&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is fucking emo. please just let this phase pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-114174168871972086?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114174168871972086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=114174168871972086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114174168871972086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114174168871972086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/03/youre-my-static-lullaby.html' title='You&apos;re my static lullaby'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-114129420901967790</id><published>2006-03-02T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:12:59.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pros and cons of breathing</title><content type='html'>helloooo, i'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;kewei&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;s birthday on monday! we went to swensens at parkway after school and had free ice cream! we ordered an earthquake and spaghetti. hahaha. yum. had lots of fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i got back most of my common test results and it just &lt;em&gt;sucks ass&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;english: 21/40 (wtf?!?!?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;maths: 22/40&lt;br /&gt;chinese 27/50&lt;br /&gt;physics: 13/25&lt;br /&gt;chemistry: 11.5/25&lt;br /&gt;literature: 15/25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicely done eh?&lt;br /&gt;it's horrible.&lt;br /&gt;english is just so dumb. i totally hate summary. it pulled my entire mark down. i'm so super pissed at this fact.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;em&gt;seriously&lt;/em&gt; have to work harder. but that's just what i tell myself after every exam.&lt;br /&gt;greaaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the four of the flowers are going to run 4.3km while here i am going to have dinner and overeat. grandmother's birthday. haven't done my english homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-114129420901967790?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114129420901967790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=114129420901967790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114129420901967790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114129420901967790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/03/pros-and-cons-of-breathing.html' title='The pros and cons of breathing'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-114043448396373824</id><published>2006-02-20T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T19:21:23.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calm before the storm</title><content type='html'>internet's been a total bitch to me recently. don't understand why.&lt;br /&gt;well, it's spoiling my mood. i might not blog often. sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-114043448396373824?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114043448396373824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=114043448396373824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114043448396373824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114043448396373824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/02/calm-before-storm.html' title='Calm before the storm'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-114010577807197309</id><published>2006-02-16T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T00:02:58.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another summer day has come and gone away</title><content type='html'>i'm finally home and all clean. tiring day. went to jiahui's house again. we wanted to go jogging but were too lazy to move off our asses. we actually fell asleep! then we had dinner. tita cooked chicken rice! real chicken &lt;em&gt;rice&lt;/em&gt;. together with some chicken wings. delicious! chatted awhile. we wanted to go to the rooftop and stargaze but the doors were locked. so we ended up playing in the baby pool and jacuzzi! ohmygosh. how retarded and mad! but it was &lt;em&gt;super&lt;/em&gt; fun and we were totally drenched when we got back to her house. we ran away from the security guard &lt;em&gt;twice&lt;/em&gt;! hahahaa so idiotic. and what happened to our english homework? we didn't do a single thing. hoori's gonna kill us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-114010577807197309?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114010577807197309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=114010577807197309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114010577807197309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/114010577807197309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-summer-day-has-come-and-gone.html' title='Another summer day has come and gone away'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-113991629145221829</id><published>2006-02-14T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:54:56.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another one of those days</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentine's Day&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;everyone&lt;/strong&gt;!! hope you people enjoyed your hot dates/fun outings/boring school/receiving splendid presents/receiving beautiful flowers today. hahaha. received presents from my dear flowers! thank you so much girls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school ended at 430 today. i dislike mondays, tuesdays and especially wednesdays!! today was pretty okay, although still really boring. but we were having fun look at each other's presents and their roses and stuff. however, i still have literature homework to pass up tomorrow. after school, five of us went to ljs for late lunch. as usual, we had our crazy talks and laughed alot! now, dinner is waiting for me downstairs. i'm so full already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh!! i don't want tomorrow to come. i don't want to lug my cello to school. i don't want to have the carbohydrates test. i don't want to go for co. i don't want to have tuition!&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i failed my chem test, my chinese test and i passed my food and nutrition by two marks. this is bad. really bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-113991629145221829?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/113991629145221829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=113991629145221829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113991629145221829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113991629145221829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-another-one-of-those-days.html' title='Just another one of those days'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-113975922601938105</id><published>2006-02-12T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:47:08.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's forever been the same; time for a change</title><content type='html'>we walked a whole marathon today. kewei lost her wallet!!! oh man. i hope she can find it back. some good soul pick it up and report it, please! her money, ezlink, atm card and all sorts of things are in there, plus, she just bought that wallet and our pictures are in there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first stop was cellgroup at lifang's house. i found that what brother kenneth said was very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. after that, brother ken sent us to city hall. i bought a notebook from prints. tried searching for a bag there but nothing. jiahui went home while kewei, joy and i took a train to somerset. had lunch at cineleisure and crossed over to heeren. no nice bags either. walked over to wisma then to ngee ann city. then we remembered about pacific plaza but guess what? almost all the shops were closed! so nevermind, went to far east plaza as a last resort. i knew from the start that i wouldn't be able to get a bag from there but just to give a try. we walked almost everywhere, rushing through the levels. they suddenly recalled plaza singapura having a newly opened flash and splash. so we rushed down and phew, we managed to catch them right before they closed. the guy working there was hot, by the way. bought a black volcom bag and i'm so delighted! after almost six hours of walking, i finally found &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poa test first thing in the tomorrow morning but thank heavens i know roughly what the whole chapter is about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-113975922601938105?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/113975922601938105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=113975922601938105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113975922601938105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113975922601938105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-forever-been-same-time-for-change.html' title='It&apos;s forever been the same; time for a change'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-113963926194982799</id><published>2006-02-11T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T14:27:48.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just tell me your name, please?</title><content type='html'>at last, i'm updating. o levels results collection was yesterday! plus, it was pouring heavily so cross country was cancelled! whee. we totally didn't feel like running. went to jiahui's house. we were sleeping almost half the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;common tests are coming. maths is getting tough. science is bull. chinese is nothing but gibber. social studies is absolutely stupid. tell me whyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm wasting my saturday away. yet again.&lt;br /&gt;but yay, i'm going to citylink mall tomorrow with my jmhs! really hope i can find a nice backpack for school and a notebook from prints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and one more thing, beehoon covered in chilli sauce and the china apple drink DO NOT GO TOGETHER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-113963926194982799?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/113963926194982799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=113963926194982799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113963926194982799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113963926194982799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-tell-me-your-name-please.html' title='Just tell me your name, please?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-113850839417169876</id><published>2006-01-29T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T12:19:55.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just how fun can it get</title><content type='html'>okay i'm updating. i know, like, finally. well, it's the new year! happy lunar new year to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going visiting soon. waiting for my dad to get ready thn we'll head over to my grandmother's place for lunch. it'll be fun there but after that, we have to go visiting on my father's side. how tiring. imagine how bored i'm gonna be later. stoning on a sofa listening to music and reading lime. everyone's gonna communicate in mandarin or hokkien and i won't understand much of it. tomorrow's going to be even worse. but at least there'll be lots of goodies to eat, even though that would mean extra calories. oh, did i mention that twenty minutes on the cycling machine burns only &lt;em&gt;seventy&lt;/em&gt; calories. yes, i did that. how pathetic is that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few days have whizzed past so fast! had chinese new year celebrations on friday in school. then after that, we jiemeihuas went to have lunch at parkway. ate some ramen. we were so full! had dark chocolate ice cream. delicious! shared bubble tea and walked over to the library. met up with alyssa, zakiah, nadiah, guowei, mitchell, gabriel, yixiang and rasheed at paya lebar mrt station. headed to plaza sing and watched memoirs of a geisha. we got the front row. so we sat on the carpet and watched. it was easier! but we looked a little nuts. great show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, got to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-113850839417169876?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/113850839417169876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=113850839417169876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113850839417169876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113850839417169876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-how-fun-can-it-get.html' title='Just how fun can it get'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-113784879357882728</id><published>2006-01-21T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T21:09:53.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia washes over me today</title><content type='html'>now i've got a cough and runny nose! garrhh. so irritating. i want to get well now!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, super bored. did this quiz to pass time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN random facts about you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i'm obsessed with my eyebrows. (i can't stand any stray hairs!)&lt;br /&gt;2. i am an selective perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;3. i like watching people play teevee games. (be it an rpg or shooting game)&lt;br /&gt;4. slow or acoustic songs make me nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;5. i learnt how to hold chopsticks correctly only at secondary two.&lt;br /&gt;6. i'm hokkien but i don't know how to speak it. instead, i speak cantonese! (thanks to my mum's side)&lt;br /&gt;7. i've come to appreciate tea late last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN things that make me smile:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. any object/drawing that is delightfully cute!&lt;br /&gt;2. being with any of my great friends!&lt;br /&gt;3. breathtaking scenery.&lt;br /&gt;4. when i spot hot guys. (HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;5. after watching a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;6. the beach.&lt;br /&gt;7. gorgeous clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN ways to win my heart:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. well, first things first, he CANNOT be a beng.&lt;br /&gt;2. I prefer guys with an english-speaking family background.&lt;br /&gt;3. he has to have at least &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; similiar interests as me, right?&lt;br /&gt;4. he has to be sweet!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;5. that guy has to be light-hearted and humorous and be able to carry a long conversation with me.&lt;br /&gt;6. i don't deny the fact that i go for looks. it's not THAT important though. just guys that know how to dress well.&lt;br /&gt;7. just has to be someone my type and someone i like lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN things I believe in:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. best friends are for forever. (:&lt;br /&gt;2. mr right is floating out there somewhere but no hurry yet.&lt;br /&gt;3. love/hate relationships seriously do exist.&lt;br /&gt;4. my dad is working very hard for my family. (or at least i'm trying to believe)&lt;br /&gt;5. treat people like how you want them to treat you.&lt;br /&gt;6. exercise. (i just haven't started yet. haha!!)&lt;br /&gt;7. shopping is for made for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN things I'm afraid of that are just BLAH:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. many dots on a small space. like, just rows and rows of &lt;em&gt;dots&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;you know&lt;/em&gt;, those type of dots. go take a look at a plaster. (&lt;em&gt;eeewww&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;2. having no friends.&lt;br /&gt;3. going out in a fashion faux pas.&lt;br /&gt;4. gaining weight.&lt;br /&gt;5. creepy crawlies!&lt;br /&gt;6. vomitting.&lt;br /&gt;7. doing something embarrassing in front of alot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN things I do everyday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. listen to music.&lt;br /&gt;2. think.&lt;br /&gt;3. message.&lt;br /&gt;4. go online.&lt;br /&gt;5. listen to my brother ramble/insult me.&lt;br /&gt;6. laugh.&lt;br /&gt;7. blog. (well, almost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN people I want to see right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my family!&lt;br /&gt;2. i know this is cheating again, but all my besties too! &lt;br /&gt;3. dominique. (:&lt;br /&gt;4. wendy! (even though she's a cat.)&lt;br /&gt;5. my primary six teacher?&lt;br /&gt;6. my dad???&lt;br /&gt;7. okay nevermind, i can't think of anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-113784879357882728?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/113784879357882728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=113784879357882728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113784879357882728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113784879357882728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/01/nostalgia-washes-over-me-today.html' title='Nostalgia washes over me today'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-113768133467636948</id><published>2006-01-19T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T12:07:19.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when i thought my day was boring</title><content type='html'>i'm sick. a terrible sore throat and a headache. doctor gave me two days mc. my mum and bro both say that i shouldn't waste my mc away. plus, if i go tomorrow, i would have to go for co because they would feel that i will somehow have the energy and strength to play the cello. so better be safe than sorry. if only there wasn't co tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy, kewei, jiahui, claire and clarissa were super sweet! they did a surprise home visit with fruits for me during the three hour lunch break! how nice of them.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; love you girls! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{edit}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they even bought me strepsils!! how very thoughtful of them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-113768133467636948?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/113768133467636948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=113768133467636948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113768133467636948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113768133467636948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-when-i-thought-my-day-was-boring.html' title='Just when i thought my day was boring'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-113739813713369956</id><published>2006-01-16T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:59:12.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The exterior is important too, somehow</title><content type='html'>i found myself looking like an &lt;em&gt;ahlian&lt;/em&gt; while i was walking home just now.&lt;br /&gt;oh my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;with my shirt tucked out (something's not right about this particular shirt), socks that were barely able to be seen (one side slipped down), really thin hair, short skirt and i was supporting my bag as it was heavy, so it was in front of me, yeah, i looked &lt;em&gt;awful&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;less than one hour to maths tuition and i'm still struggling with the homework she gave me. i just don't understand why i can't get the damn answers. it's so frustrating! i feel so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, think i will be having dinner at simpang with the guys. just hope that my mum will allow me out. there's lit tomorrow and more homework to be done. so i got to get home pretty early. either that, or i do my homework there, but that would be weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm running for the cross country!! with joy, kewei, jiahui and claire. 4.8 kilometres. i might end up dead or last or something. think we're going to jiahui's house to train at bedok reservoir after school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made mr khor so angry today during math lesson! he made us, the two front rows to stand up and we got our names written down, for what purpose, i'm not sure either. hahaha. but he's such a softie. he got us to sit after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough blogging for now. back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-113739813713369956?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/113739813713369956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=113739813713369956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113739813713369956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113739813713369956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/01/exterior-is-important-too-somehow.html' title='The exterior is important too, somehow'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-113733815077163828</id><published>2006-01-15T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T23:58:00.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect one can be so near, but yet so far</title><content type='html'>rushing my homework for tomorrow. well, at least i finished my school homework. now i'm stuck with my maths tuition homework, which is so bloody difficult. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes another &lt;em&gt;looooong&lt;/em&gt; week ahead for me. haven't been able to go out the guys for a while. hope we can have dinner together soon! or maybe go stargazing with dy, joe and aldie. i miss those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna be bushed tomorrow. tiredness is setting in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-113733815077163828?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/113733815077163828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=113733815077163828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113733815077163828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113733815077163828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/01/perfect-one-can-be-so-near-but-yet-so.html' title='The perfect one can be so near, but yet so far'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-113725400649017245</id><published>2006-01-14T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T23:53:26.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another night in my head, a dream that never goes off</title><content type='html'>lots and lots of fun in just two weeks! too much to type. go to jiahui's and kewei's blogs to read about what we have been doing the past few days. fun and laughter is abundant with them around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to orchard with my godsister today. met her at city hall after my chinese tuition. then went to meet my mum at taka and had ajisen for lunch. walked around ngee ann city for a bit. bought some mango tshirts. there was a sale going on! after that, my mum went home while we walked over to wisma. went into topshop and surfbabe but came out empty-handed. how sad. this pair of shorts i saw in surfbabe was so gorgeous but it was sixty five bucks! probably go back there and buy it once i'm feeling rich. &lt;em&gt;lol&lt;/em&gt;. crossed over to far east. she went to osmose and many other places trying to find office attire, but is forever ending up with shoes or accessories instead! haha. i bought an atticus tshirt and more socks for school. wanted to find this shop which sells notebooks but we couldn't find it all thanks to me, silly melissa lim to remember wrongly the shop's name and the level it was on . hahaha. i only remembered which building it was in. how great. wasted a trip there. &lt;strong&gt;gah&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh! we also ordered some customised shoes! mine is gonna be white with orange cats while my sister's is gonna be light brown with pink pigs. i wonder how they're gonna look! the salesgirl says it will arrive before chinese new year. hopefully so. then i won't need any new shoes? please, please, let them be nice! so that i can wear them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my maid finally returned from indonesia! whee. missed her.&lt;br /&gt;argh. have to go to stupid changkat cc again tomorrow just to play the cello for nothing when i don't even like going just because my conductor says we must go. dumb! but after that, i'm going to attend some soka thingy. will get to see some of the ycf people again!&lt;br /&gt;oh fuck. i just remembered i have maths tuition and school homework. screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-113725400649017245?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/113725400649017245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=113725400649017245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113725400649017245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113725400649017245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-night-in-my-head-dream-that.html' title='Another night in my head, a dream that never goes off'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-113699336777911999</id><published>2006-01-11T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T23:29:27.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days go by like the clouds</title><content type='html'>alright. i'm blogging ever so irreguarly. not good. anyway, just a quick update on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my haircut on monday after school at joemill's in roxy square. it was fourteen bucks. i told him to layer it a little and he thinned my hair and reduced my ponytail to something that resembles a dog's tail or maybe even thinner than that. yeah, it's that bad. now when i tie up my hair, the hair tie keeps coming loose. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a &lt;em&gt;looong&lt;/em&gt; day. had school until six. then i asked my mum to pick me up. school was perfectly fine, but once i got in the car, my mum asked me whether i had bought my poa textbook. i said no. i mean, it's not&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt; important according to mrs liau, and it's so fucking heavy, why would i wanna buy it on a day when my bag weighs a ton? mums just don't understand. but nevermind that, she suddenly blew her top at me for this small, trival matter. like, started talking in a loud decibel. i totally &lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt; it when people do that. that stupid, horrible, irritated and loud tone of voice. so i got pissed off too and raised my voice at her, trying to explain my reasons. then she got even more angry at me, but hey, be fair! an eye for an eye! what is this? is she going through menopause or something? i swear, these few months have been quite bad. losing her temper at the smallest of things. so edgy.&lt;br /&gt;so, as this seldom happens, i cried. i just hate it when i cry in front of her. after i sat down and chilled for a while, i had spaghetti and went for tuition. couldn't concentrate. only did like what, four questions? so pathetic. bah, i plainly suck at math.&lt;br /&gt;saw dominic. a hottie.&lt;em&gt; hahaha.&lt;/em&gt; i so love his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home at 915pm. bathed and i freaking cut myself on the top of my foot with my damned shaver. it couldn't stop bleeding, so now i got to put a plaster on the wound.&lt;br /&gt;have i ever mentioned that plasters look absolutely disgusting? ewew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's gonna be another long day but thank God, not as long as today.&lt;br /&gt;i still need a backpack and a notebook for school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-113699336777911999?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/113699336777911999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=113699336777911999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113699336777911999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113699336777911999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/01/days-go-by-like-clouds.html' title='Days go by like the clouds'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-113666382915835405</id><published>2006-01-08T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T16:13:39.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There she goes again</title><content type='html'>got home half an hour ago. my whole body is aching from yesterday's pe lesson. just one hour of pe and i'm already in this state! how unfit can i be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was yixiang's birthday yesterday! but we had cca fair, so we celebrated it today. went to parkway first with hsinrui supposedly to buy hairties and files. i ended up buying clothes instead, although i did get my hairties and clips. vivienne said she'd help me get my new school shoes from bedok interchange! what a nice girl. hope she managed to get it though. now all i need is my backpack. oh, and a notebook. okay, now i sound like a freak all excited about school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i went on to meet alyssa at about 5plus. we waited for birthday boy and the rest to arrive and took the train to douby ghaut. hung around for a while and waited for some others to meet us. bought the tickets for 930 show. wanted to watch elizabethtown but seats were full! aw, damn. we watched&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;wallace and gromit: the curse of the were-rabbit&lt;/strong&gt; and i enjoyed it thoroughly. it was so funny! the rabbits were awfully cute! i really admire the people who made these shows. they have to create every scene, movement by movement, all by hand. so superb. before the show, there was this short movie of the madagascar penguins and also the other animals celebrating christmas. it was crazy! so hilarious! i kept laughing like nuts the whole time i was in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;after we bought the tickets, we went to paradiz center. they played pool. i tried to hit the ball into the pocket but i kept hitting the white ball wrongly! grr. i'm so sucky at it. got to go to huifang's house to train? hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;after the show, we went for supper at the kopitiam. had a strong craving for ice cream so i satisfied that craving by having a &lt;em&gt;chocolate&lt;/em&gt; sundae! it even had mars balls in it. lol! then waited so bloody long for a nightrider and got home. my mum was already fast asleep. she doesn't exactly believe what i say anymore. ain't that sad. my mum has lost trust in me already. (even though i did lie a few times. heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school has drained me of my energy. seriously, every weekday is packed.&lt;br /&gt;monday, tuition. tuesday, f&amp;amp;n. wednesday, co AND tuition. thurs, chemistry. friday, co.&lt;br /&gt;plus, i have homework to do. this year is gonna be &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be sunday again tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;i took an hour to blog this so be happy already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-113666382915835405?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/113666382915835405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=113666382915835405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113666382915835405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113666382915835405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/01/there-she-goes-again.html' title='There she goes again'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-113629076748817104</id><published>2006-01-03T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:19:27.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Round and round, Carousel</title><content type='html'>first day of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3E. it's pretty nice. the girls are great, but the guys are being really cold. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was an especially tiring day for me. school ended at 4 20pm because of F&amp;N. and then after that, i had chinese tuition which was supposed to start at 4 15pm but i was almost half an hour late. so i got released at 6 15pm, adding on the fact that i didn't have a good night's sleep, i was practically drained of all my energy. tomorrow's gonna be as tiring as today. there's F&amp;amp;N again tomorrow and co after that. assemblies are on wednesdays instead of tuesdays this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to get new school shoes that are of a size 5, a notebook from Paperchase at far east plaza and bigger shirts and new socks for school!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-113629076748817104?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/113629076748817104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=113629076748817104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113629076748817104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113629076748817104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/01/round-and-round-carousel.html' title='Round and round, Carousel'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-113613822645702040</id><published>2006-01-02T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T00:08:57.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An end to a beginning</title><content type='html'>As I sit and watch the snow&lt;br /&gt;Fallin' down,&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss you at all.&lt;br /&gt;I hear children playin', laughin' so loud,&lt;br /&gt;I don't think of your smile.&lt;br /&gt;So if you never come to me,&lt;br /&gt;You'll stay a distant memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out my window I see lights going dark,&lt;br /&gt;Your dark eyes don't haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;And then I wonder who I am,&lt;br /&gt;Without the warm touch of your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I wonder who I am,&lt;br /&gt;Without the warm touch of your hand.&lt;br /&gt;As I sit and watch the snow&lt;br /&gt;Fallin' down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss you at all.&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss you at all.&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss you at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-113613822645702040?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/113613822645702040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=113613822645702040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113613822645702040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113613822645702040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/01/end-to-beginning.html' title='An end to a beginning'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-113610564517583613</id><published>2006-01-01T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T19:42:10.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is the New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. so me and the guys, namely, dy, joe, aldie, mitch, guowei, rasheed, melvin, yx and gavin, went to celebrate new year's last night.&lt;br /&gt;first, i met up with guowei, rasheed, dy, joe, aldie and yx and headed to bugis to watch narnia. it is a good show indeed, even though it's a little ridiculous. i mean, a whole world in a bloody wardrobe?? but i guess we can't blame them because it was a childrens' book written in the nineteen fifties? ah, whatever. the show was great.&lt;br /&gt;then we crossed to the opposite side to have dinner. i ate a bit. dy kept forcing food on me! lol. gavin and mitch came to find us and we hung around for a bit. cabbed down to paradiz center, met up with melvin and headed to a shisha place to have a drink and to wait for the countdown. they smoked, i didn't. i just drank my chilled apple tea and talked to hsinrui on the phone for half an hour. was supposed to get her to join us but i failed terribly. took many photos. they were acting gay, you see. after that, they ambushed joe in the alley, bullied him. hahaha. poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked almost the whole stretch of orchard to get to botanic gardens. those banglas (indian guys) were swarming the whole of orchard! some were okay, but some were just so irritating! holding their foam spray cans and spraying at innocent passerbys (like me, LOL). we got sprayed at three or four times, all were sprayed at different people in our group! they got pissed off and wanted to whack some of them but they were stopped hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met darius and glenna on the way. &lt;em&gt;ha&lt;/em&gt;. darius, still hot as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as we walked and walked, i had to intermittently lie to my mum. God, how evil is that? lying on the first day of 2006. i said i was at esplanade watching fireworks. that started at eight. in the beginning, we wanted to go there, but changed our minds as it was already pretty late when we got out of the theater. so i had to say i was trying to get a cab and that it was seriously jammed up. yeah, that lie carried on from 12 am to almost 3 am.&lt;br /&gt;once we reached the botanic gardens, we went into the private estates and went in the nearest one. the one that melvin said was haunted. the walk in was already freaky enough, and when we went in it was all dark, wet and eerie. and it was almost 3am! we left right before witching hour which was 3.33am. by that time, i was already in the cab. reached home nearing 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told my mum that three guys were gonna send me home, but, yeah as you could predict, i was alone as i forgot that i said that to her. so, whee, i got lectured like fuck by my mum and she accused me of lying, which was obviously true, i kept insisting i was at esplanade (still lying..), and didn't really say much. she's alright today though. and surprisingly, my grandmother didn't even really bother about me that much about coming home so late. yep, she stayed over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough of yesterday. oh fuck, i just wasted my whole sunday too. what is wrong with me. school is starting in a day. i'm gonna be alone in 3E. hsinrui, vivian, jean, kajie, yixiang, josh, they're all going to 3D! who the hell placed me in E? darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{edit}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! did i mention? lots of those indian guys were &lt;em&gt;holding hands&lt;/em&gt;. so many couples! and one guy even dared to squeeze gavin's arm. HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-113610564517583613?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/113610564517583613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=113610564517583613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113610564517583613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113610564517583613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-this-is-new-year.html' title='So this is the New Year'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-113594127638640238</id><published>2005-12-30T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T19:33:54.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a movie script ending</title><content type='html'>a new blog for the new year!&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's the second last day of 2005. enjoy it while you still can. lots of things have happened to me this short but bittersweet year.&lt;br /&gt;i've opened up more and in turn, i've made many good friends and got to know lots of new people, i've become more nutty, i've had my fun too (and i seriously mean &lt;em&gt;tonnes &lt;/em&gt;of it), went to perth again, felt extreme cold in china (lol), learnt more cantonese, experienced heartbreak, got cheated of my feelings, slipped in my grades, lied a couple of times, made my mum pissed off because of late nights.... uh, great. this is getting more onto the negative side eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, back to what i was saying, savour the last of 2005. oh yes, and just so that you know, i practically wasted my entire friday away. i need to go towning or something. buy some stuff. hands are getting itchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-113594127638640238?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/113594127638640238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=113594127638640238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113594127638640238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113594127638640238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2005/12/like-movie-script-ending.html' title='Like a movie script ending'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20298752.post-113585346618904690</id><published>2005-12-29T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T19:38:02.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Goodbye</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20298752-113585346618904690?l=summer-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/113585346618904690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20298752&amp;postID=113585346618904690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113585346618904690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20298752/posts/default/113585346618904690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-skin.blogspot.com/2005/12/hello-goodbye.html' title='Hello, Goodbye'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14849380280444847836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
