<?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-13844431</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:11:54.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yellow banana</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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>272</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844431.post-2885498997649456442</id><published>2008-09-16T17:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T18:10:22.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BULLSHIT</title><content type='html'>I don't care, I honestly don't care anymore. I am willing to forgo our friendship cause it clearly doesnt mean anything to you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that we haven't been able, or rather, haven't been, spending alot of time together as compared to what we used to. You say you miss all the old days, but have you EVER stopped and wonder WHY we haven't been able to go out as often as we used to? HAVE YOU? You say that we don't have time, that we're busy with school work and our timetable clashes, granted, for mondays to thurdays but a load of BULL for fridays. I have been able to meet my other friends almost every friday, even when we're not in the same school and I know what time your school ends on friday and it isn't much later than mine. The reason why we, nono, YOU, dont have time for me, and clearly not the other way round, is that since you've found HIM, you just HAVE TO spend EVERY SINGLE SECOND WITH HIM. Even when we're together, you constantly and messaging him. What's the purpose of that? You might as well just WALK AWAY AND GO FIND HIM. Obviously, he is more important than me so just go. I don't want you to feel obligated. GO IF YOU WANT. You used to tell us, when we asked you out on saturday, that saturday you cannot go out. OHHHHH. REALLY? How come now you can spend the entire saturday with him? You know, when you go into a relationshio and find yourslef losing all your friends and making friends with all his friends, it means you're in too deep. I can't help you anymore. I don't wanna be your friend cause at this point in time, I'm only being a fair weathered friend to you cuz I no longer talk to you about things that happen in my life. The only time I talk to you is when I have to ask you questions. And I'd rather not be a friend at all than be a fair weathered friend. Cuz fair weathered friends are much worst and I'm not sinking to your level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU YOU YOU. It was never about ME. It was never me cause I have always been here for you. But ask yourself, have you always been there for me? Tell me, what's has recently happened in my life? If you can't say anything, it means you havent been there. SIMPLE. CLEAR AS CRYSTAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you apologize, I may never well forgive you. Even if I do, I will never forget this. My friends, let this be a lesson learnt, that it is an absolute CARDINAL SIN to neglect your best friend in favour of your boyfriend. Remember this: your best friend was there BEFORE him, your best friend is there when you're with him but more importantly, your best friend will be there AFTER him. That is if she doesn't leave you. So I'm speaking out for all best friends, read, digest and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-2885498997649456442?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/2885498997649456442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=2885498997649456442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/2885498997649456442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/2885498997649456442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2008/09/bullshit.html' title='BULLSHIT'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-1820679341028461532</id><published>2008-06-17T00:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T00:30:11.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW SHADES</title><content type='html'>Couldn't stop thinking about my shades since Saturday and Mildred persuaded me to get them today so I went down to Wisma to get them but when I got there, there was one lousy scratched-up pair left. BUT there was this other pair. Quite nice too and it was the same price. So I GOT IT! YAY. I'm happy! [and i'm also supposed to be studying now! HEEE (:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I still lust after my raybans! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-1820679341028461532?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/1820679341028461532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=1820679341028461532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/1820679341028461532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/1820679341028461532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-shades.html' title='NEW SHADES'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-4130778514307813268</id><published>2008-06-12T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:50:12.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to you.</title><content type='html'>Nothing lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes in life,&lt;br /&gt;You have to say Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;'Cause life has to go on.&lt;br /&gt;The show &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll definitely miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for everything you've done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-4130778514307813268?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/4130778514307813268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=4130778514307813268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/4130778514307813268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/4130778514307813268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2008/06/goodbye-to-you.html' title='Goodbye to you.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-796127007599693483</id><published>2008-06-07T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T01:42:41.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remember when i first started this blog, I used to post a different song lyric in every single post and I feel tempted to do that again but it was really hard coming up with different lyrics! But anyways, still on the topic of music, I was on the way to school today in the bus and that's the best time I have to really listen to my songs (lyrics wise) and I was really listening to Always Be My Baby (David Cook version) and I almost started crying. I don't know what came ove me but the lyrics were just so precious. And the  song has been stuck in my blooody head since. UNTIL NOW. I just watched Derek Cate on youtube. Yes, he has a new video! And as you probably know by now, I love his voice and the guitar playing. He did a cover of Chris Brown's With You. It was just decent for me cuz he can sing much better but the song, the song's stuck in my head now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhooose. I'm killing myself right now looking at my sweet little gibson hummingbird. I am making me cringe and craaaaaaaaaave that thing and it's not healthy. Within 2 weeks, I've been to the gibson website to just look at the hummingbird a couple of times! And guess what I saw? A pic of Paolo Nutini playing a hummingbird! Did I mention James Morrison has one too? And Marie Digby? And KT TUNSTALL! Between a hummingbird and the doves in flight. And between the hummingbird, there's a normal version and a custom version. And then you choose between koa or cherry sunburst finish. Oh, but the Doves' engavings are so much more intricate and it's less popular. I like unpopular stuff cuz then fewer people have em! CHOICES! Lol. But sadly, it doesnt look like I'll be getting myself one of em any time soon. Probably have to wait for my first REAL paycheck! And even so, it may not be enough! The Dove is the most expensive gibson and the hummingbird, the second most expensive (according to wikipedia, yes, I do my research)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know but I just love looking at acoustics. I know, the whole "but rockers rock out ELECTRIC"! But acoustic has always been my thing! It's so much more intimate and raw. And you can't hide behind your heavy bass or drumming. It's really personal and just that "rustique" sound to it gets me going. It's stripped down and bare and that's what's so precious about doing it acoustic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random: I finally know why DC has AC pasted oh his guitar! Apparently, they're his brothers' initials. Right, me and Yuling were quite close! We guessed it was his dad's! Not bad right! LOL. Other guesses were AC/DC or alternating current. HEEE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow, time flies when you're looking at gibsons and it's late and I woke up at 5.53 this morning and I'm beat. Goodnight! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Forgive, sounds good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Forget, I’m not sure I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;They say time heals everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But I’m still waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m through with doubt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There’s nothing left for me to figure out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I’ve paid a price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I’ll keep paying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I’m not ready to make nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I’m not ready to back down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I’m still mad as hell and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don’t have time to go round and round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s too late to make it right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I probably wouldn’t if I could&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;‘Cause I’m mad as hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I know you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Can’t you just get over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It turned my whole world around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I kind of like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I made my bed and I sleep like a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With no regrets&lt;/strong&gt; and I don’t mind sayin’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It’s a sad sad story when a mother will teach her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And how in the world can the words that I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Send somebody so over the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That they’d write me a letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sayin’ that I better shut up and sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Or my life will be over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m not ready to make nice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m not ready to back down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I’m still mad as hell and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don’t have time to go round and round and round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It’s too late to make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I probably wouldn’t if I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;‘Cause I’m mad as hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgive, sounds good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget, I’m not sure I could&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They say time heals everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I’m still waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-796127007599693483?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/796127007599693483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=796127007599693483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/796127007599693483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/796127007599693483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-remember-when-i-first-started-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-4396480890060695846</id><published>2008-05-29T19:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T20:12:58.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LIST</title><content type='html'>THE LIST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the coverted GSS list of mine. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CDs:&lt;br /&gt;1) Lenny Kravitz's It's Time For a Love Revolution&lt;br /&gt;2) Kevin Kern's In My Life&lt;br /&gt;3) Kevin Kern's Imagination's Light&lt;br /&gt;And whatever catches my eye. The guy in Sembawang is really good at getting me to spend money so we'll see what I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff:&lt;br /&gt;1) Shades. I would love to get my ray bans which I've been dreeeeaming of since sec 2. It still costs $259. HAH. But I wannt a nice pair of aviators. (:&lt;br /&gt;2) Vintage band tees. From the shop at Far East. I'm loving my AC/DC and Guns N' Roses shirt. Some Rolling Stones and Beatles perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;3) Shorts. I need more shorts!&lt;br /&gt;4) A nice versatile bag. Just got a black one from adidas (it was at more than half price discount!!) but I'm still on the lookout for nice bags!&lt;br /&gt;5) Pouch for ipod. My stupid cheapo one spoiled and I'm eyeing a new one from wallet shop but it's ex without the visa discount! I need my mum/dad/anyone with visa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Pre-U Sem for me is finally over! Yesterday was great cuz the schools were good and there were no technical glitches! RJC got shot as predicted during the Q&amp;amp;A session but John was really good and he managed to fend of all the questions. Bala from SP wasn't bad either. Anuja's cute NYP guy shot back at Pioneer and he displayed real insight and knowledge. Anuja was preeeetty high when I told her about him. Everyone loved SP's video and I personally like SP's team a lot cuz they're really nice and friendly. Their teacher even came to congratulate me after the presentation and gave me a nice firm handshake. (: The Abigails and John from RJC were very nice and polite too. Which leaves....well, you know. But at least that bitch didn't talk at all yesterday so I had nothing against her. And last but not least, I got to see my eyecandy yesterday! HEEEEE. (: He looked super cool, sharp and smart in his blazer. Sharon's been hearing all about him and how blazers really do make people appear smarter than they are! But it sad cuz it's all over now and no more eyecandy for me until Sharon (hopefully) works some magic! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update's over and now it's time to get cracking. 25 more days to go (i think!) then it's judgement time. Til then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-4396480890060695846?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/4396480890060695846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=4396480890060695846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/4396480890060695846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/4396480890060695846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2008/05/list.html' title='THE LIST'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-6702223924760868361</id><published>2008-05-20T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:05:31.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm no Superman</title><content type='html'>Out the door just in time&lt;br /&gt;Head down the 405&lt;br /&gt;Gotta meet the new boss by 8 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;The phone rings in the car&lt;br /&gt;The wife is workin' hard&lt;br /&gt;She's running late tonight again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know what I've been told,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You got to work to feed the soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I can't do this all on my own&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No, I know, I'm no Superman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm no Superman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got your love online&lt;br /&gt;You think you're doing fine&lt;br /&gt;But you're just plugged into the wall&lt;br /&gt;And that deck of tarot cards&lt;br /&gt;Won't get you very far&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no hand to break your fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well&lt;br /&gt;I know what I've been told&lt;br /&gt;You gotta know just when to fold&lt;br /&gt;But I can't do this all on my own&lt;br /&gt;No, I know, I'm no Superman&lt;br /&gt;I'm no Superman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right&lt;br /&gt;You've crossed the finish line&lt;br /&gt;Won the race but lost your mind&lt;br /&gt;Was it worth it after all&lt;br /&gt;I need you here with me&lt;br /&gt;Cause love is all we need&lt;br /&gt;Just take a hold of the hand that breaks the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know what I've been told&lt;br /&gt;Gotta break free to break the mold&lt;br /&gt;But I can't do this all on my own&lt;br /&gt;No I can't do this all on my own&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm no Superman&lt;br /&gt;I'm no Superman&lt;br /&gt;I'm no Superman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll be together&lt;br /&gt;I'm no Superman&lt;br /&gt;Someday&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll be together&lt;br /&gt;Someday&lt;br /&gt;I'm no Superman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Lazlo Bane: I'm No Superman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes babes, it's the scrubs song! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-6702223924760868361?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/6702223924760868361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=6702223924760868361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/6702223924760868361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/6702223924760868361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-no-superman.html' title='I&apos;m no Superman'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-6166977171610220611</id><published>2008-05-02T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T00:19:36.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who i'd love to meet</title><content type='html'>I just read someone's blog. And she actually got sooo many pics with the cast of We Will Rock You. Which was wayyy cool. And I was thinking what it would be like to get a picture taken with your ultimate idol. Okay. Maybe not you IDOL but someone you really respect and appreciate (in terms of what they do). And I was thinking who I would like to meet. No, jon's not in the list. I've already met him like 7 times. We've hugged twice so nah...I mean someone/people REALLLLY cool. So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My groundbreaker: Paul David Hewson aka BONO. That would be way rad man! I'd be TOTALLY star struck and just be speechless. I'd like to shake his hand. And if he permit, we should take a picture to immortalise the moment! HAHA. Then I'll blow up the picture and frame it in my house. And I'll tell my grandkids about meeting Bono! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) THE LOVEHAMMERS! I was actually going to write them massive amounts of emails begging them to play here. But I realised even if they come, they'd play in like a small place and it will be like 99% in a bar. So, I'll wait till I'm 18 then I'll write. That way, I'll be able to watch them! Yes. I'd love to talk to dino and marty. They're probably the wackiest out of the band! And I wanna talk to them about music! That'll be sooo awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The Eagles. I know, WHOOO? They're an olddddddddd band. But hey, I grew up listening to them! I'd love to hear them sing The Last Resort and Hole in the World. And DUHHH. Hotel California!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Brian May and Taylor Rogers. The remaining members of Queen! Meeting Dr May (yes, he has a phD!) and Mr Taylor would be absolutely WOAH. The original guitar hero and the drummer with the crazy falsettos! WOW. I'd loveeeee to meet Freddie too but sadly, it's impossible. Perhaps we'll meet in heaven! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Jamie Cullum. Mildred and I will go meet him together! ahaha. And in this ideal world, he'll sing twentysomething and I get a Kick out of You and we'll just be our wacky selves! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Johnny Depp!!!!!!! Captain Jack Sparrow! woooh. This guy is extremely versatile! Every single role he plays is so different and unique and no one else can pull them off like he does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Anthony Keidis. Frontman of the RHCP! His life so far has been one helluva crazy ride and if I do meet him, (I hope he's still clean) I'll say how proud I am that he managed to kick his drug problems! And I'd love to hear a rhyme or two from him! He's a total talent, weaving stories in his everyday life into the lyrics of RHCP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupp. Mostly they're musicians! Except for Johnny Depp of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was youtubing just now and I ended up watching Keith Urban!&lt;br /&gt;I've heard You'll Think Of Me and Tonight I Wanna Cry a dozens of times but somehow, when you combine music and pictures, the lyrics just gets through on a much more deeper level and to be honest, the two vids were tugging at my heartstrings and made me sooooo sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll Think of Me Version 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OeiFvP2o_g4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OeiFvP2o_g4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll Think of Me Version 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kihi7ojb5-o&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kihi7ojb5-o&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I Wanna Cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t8PGmYymhwI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t8PGmYymhwI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE how he plays the guitar especially in Version 2 of You'll Think of Me! (:  the whole plucking simultaneous strings thing is woah. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-6166977171610220611?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/6166977171610220611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=6166977171610220611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/6166977171610220611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/6166977171610220611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2008/05/who-id-love-to-meet.html' title='who i&apos;d love to meet'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-1624510225748202194</id><published>2008-05-02T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T19:10:08.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>true friend</title><content type='html'>I LOVE:&lt;br /&gt;My conversations with my friends. Not those superficial ones where we blabber but the true conversations where you pour your heart and soul out to one another and you talk about things sooooo deep and sometimes so weird that no one else understands you except for that one friend. That probably is one of the true markings of true friendship. The kind of friendship that can weather any storm. True friends are always there for you. No matter how long the two of you haven't seen each other or haven't talked over the phone, or haven't written a letter to one another, or haven't smsed one another. A True Friend will pick up the phone and talk to you and picked up where you both last left of even if you call up all of a sudden with a blocked nose and sobs all over. A True Friend is one that you can call when you're in doubt with your work and you need help (with english and GP, especially in coming up with really chim phrases!) and she/he will be willing to help you no matter how busy she/he is. A True Friend isn't shy to give you your birthday present 9 months after your birthday! A True Friend will walk with you aroung watsons for the hundredth time no matter how boring it is. A True Friend will always support you in whatever you do, even if they sometimes doubt your reasons, because deep down, they know you'll be able to pull through and if you don't they'll ALWAYS have your back. A True Friend writes you poems to tell you what a wonderful person you are. A True Friend exchanges their ipod with you on the journey home so that they know what songs you listen to and you know what songs they listen to. A True Friend sings "This Love" with you everytime it plays on the radio even if you both have sang it a million times before just because the song is sooo brilliant to sing! A True Friend eats TOFU with you. A True Friend watches Parent Trap with you even though the both of you have probably watched it at least a hundred times combined before (i'm not kidding on this one) and says the lines of the characters even before the characters speak. A True Friend call you "Mildred Darling!" and you call her the same thing too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe, I think you know who you are and I just wanna thank you sooooooo sooooooo much for being my TRUE FRIEND. You've always been there for me whenever I needed help. I remember the time I called you up in sec 3 and asked you how to write an essay on "freedom" and after your pointers, i wrote a 6 page long essay. It could have well developed into a novel if I wanted to continue. And I also remember the time I called you up asking you if I should do my PW groundbreaker on Henry Ford or Bono and you said the latter and I've never looked back since (I remember you asking Jon and he screamed BONO!!! LOL). And I definitely remember the time we watched Parent Trap together for like the 40th plus time (individually, our record). That was fun! We should really start dipping our oreos in peanut butter. And I remember how we, or maybe I, recorded This Love on my phone and we used to play it and sing that song! LOL. Whatever it is, and whatever is gonna be, THANK YOU for making a difference in my life. Thank You for being my True Friend. And now, I guess it's time for me do help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE STRONG! You can do it! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your hands are shaking cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These hands are meant to hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Speak to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When all you got to keep is strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Move along, move along &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like I know you to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And even when your hope is gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Move along, move along &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to make it through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Move along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Move along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-1624510225748202194?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/1624510225748202194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=1624510225748202194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/1624510225748202194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/1624510225748202194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2008/05/true-friend.html' title='true friend'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-9094081000168811145</id><published>2008-04-20T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T01:07:40.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it takes one to know one</title><content type='html'>I hate selling myself, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;Melissa is an eloquent and confident girl. Blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Melissa has utmost drive. Blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;It's just sooooo fake. And you really gotta be shameless man.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I HATE writing testimonials and portfolios about myself.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, it's not ego-inflating, but it makes me feel so ashamed cause I know I do possess those qualities deeeeeep down inside but most of the time, I'm just too lazy to be that person I write about in my portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; wonder where I get my stubborness from?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-9094081000168811145?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/9094081000168811145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=9094081000168811145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/9094081000168811145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/9094081000168811145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-takes-one-to-know-one.html' title='it takes one to know one'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-2708584885049392979</id><published>2008-04-10T18:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T19:15:50.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>idol gives back</title><content type='html'>Me: I just love Chad Kroeger's voice.&lt;br /&gt;Zhiling: Yah! His voice is so metallic!&lt;br /&gt;Me: METALLIC?&lt;br /&gt;Zhiling: You know guitars got classical and acoustic? His voice is like the acoustic guitar!&lt;br /&gt;Me: OHHHH. Cuz acoustic guitars have metal strings.&lt;br /&gt;Zhiling: YEAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, while Zhiling and I were jogging our two rounds for PE today, we were quarrelling about Peter getting "eeeeeehhh-ed" by Sylar. It was so stupid cuz I kept saying "NEVER. Peter never get eeeeehhh-ed!" and she kept saying "GOT. He got eeeeeehhh-ed!!!" And we repeated this procedure for almost one round around the bloooooody field. That's 400m btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5b3e4F8RJws&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5b3e4F8RJws&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pyro is soooooo coool. But the main thing that was going through my mind was:&lt;br /&gt;1) Either Chad's lip syncing or&lt;br /&gt;2) He's REEEEALLLLY good&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's the second one though I think it's the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, for those of you who are free tonight, PLEEEEASE watch Idol Gives Back! It'll be aired at 10pm on Channel 5. Must watch arh!!!! Cuz Bono's gonna be in it! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-2708584885049392979?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/2708584885049392979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=2708584885049392979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/2708584885049392979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/2708584885049392979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2008/04/idol-gives-back.html' title='idol gives back'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-7703558192813779809</id><published>2008-03-25T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T20:26:16.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVS</title><content type='html'>Met the twins today to but the tix.&lt;br /&gt;And boy, I think the twins are prolly the most hard core people I know personally. The eyeliner, the crazy hair, the dozens of band tees and their piercings? Nothing compared to their tattoos. LIKE WHAT THE BEEPING HELL. They really went to get the tatts that they told me they wanted last year. OHMYGAWD. They really got the treble and bass clefs larh. OMG. They said initially, it felt shiok, then it got pain, then numb. The shiok part was the funniest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best thing was, after we bought the tix, we went to popular and we ended up standing in a circle talking, like the way their crew used to do back in secondary school. Then after reaching tanah merah, we didn't really wanna go home so we just sat at the steps and talked for like one hour plus. I always wondered how and why people would sit at steps of mrts and talk and now I know why. Because they simply don't have anything better to do! So we talked about mostly music and they gave me this pep talk on screamo music (shall I call it that? well, the kind of music underoath does and well, more hard core) and they taught me a bit about moshing. Like I now know that there are RULES to moshing. Interesting. And we talked alot about Rockstar, like we always do and yes, I STILL want the keys to the Rockstar Mansion! HELL YEA. GIVE EM TO ME BABEH! We talked about all the crazy stuff the rockers did, like making toby run around the house naked so he could get the song he wanted. And then Dilana doing the same thing. All that and how all the rockers were so unique in their own special way. I think we miss them all. And the twins took my left hand and did some inspections and came to a conclusion that I haven't been playing my guitar. You should feel the tips of their fingers sia. it's HARD. Like the skin that I have to cut off my middle finger every week cause it's so hard and painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, so the rockstar youtubing continued again, especially after the talk with the twins which fuelled my hunger for rockstar. So I watched Dilana's and Toby's performances today. LOVE zombie, lithium and mother mother from D and throw it away, knockin on heaven's door, somebody told me and karma police by Toby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: We resseracted (how to spell this word sia...??!!) EVS today. HEH HEH. It's been quite a while since I'v e used it. Mainly cause no one really knows what it means. Except for the rockstar people. Well, evs babeh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-7703558192813779809?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/7703558192813779809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=7703558192813779809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/7703558192813779809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/7703558192813779809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2008/03/evs.html' title='EVS'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-8909068390733006540</id><published>2008-03-24T19:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T19:36:48.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>youtubing rockstar again!</title><content type='html'>Been youtubing rockstar again!&lt;br /&gt;HAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, by links here and there, I found a couple of Aaron Lewis' live covers. He's the guy from staind btw...He does really mean covers. Really good voice!! Listening to his take on STP's plush. Really goooooood. And he did a really effing cool job on the black crowes' she talks to angels. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was watching Josh Logan's Interstate Love Song and then Tommy Lee wanted to rock with him so he went upstage to drum and honestly, watching Tommy play, I'm freaking amazed where he gets all his energy from! I mean, he's quite skinny but when he's hitting away, woah! It's AMAZING man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, saw this vid of Jim McGormen (guitarist of Rockstar's houseband) singing Boys of The Summer. Eh, this guy can sing larh! He should have joined rockstar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Watching (or shall I say re-watching) all these vids make me feel like picking up my dusty old guitar and learning it until I become a super pro! HAH. But it's so sad that number 1, my guitar's out of tune and number 2, I have no time. :( Also, watching all the rockers wearing their typical black chucks make me miss mine. I still have them but their old and soooo worn out. I wanna get a new pair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooooh. Friday's the gala premiere of We Will Rock You. I reeeeally wanna go to the gala cause soooooo many people will be there and I bet may ass Jon's going! But sadly, my really bargain tix can't get us gala seats! BOOHOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I can't get U2's vertigo out of my head!!!!! ARH. It's consuming all of my free time trying to sing it in my head! Like I was singing it in my head this morning during bits of the econs lecture and all I heard from that part of the lecture, which was a good 5 mins, was "demand-deficient unemployment"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Unos, dos, tres, catorce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Turn it up loud, captain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lights go down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The jungle is your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Can't rule your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm feeling so much stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Than I thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Your eyes are wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And though your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It can't be bought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Your mind can wander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hello, Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hola!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm at a place called vertigo (¿Dónde está?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's everything I wish I didn't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Except you give me something I can feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The night is full of holes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Those bullets rip the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Of ink with gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;They twinkle as the boys play rock and roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;They know that they can't dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;At least they know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I can sell the beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm askin' for the cheque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Girl with crimson nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Has Jesus 'round the neck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Swinging to the music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Swinging to the music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Woooao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hello, Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hola!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm at a place called Vertigo (¿Dónde está?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's everything I wish I didn't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But you give me something I can feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Check mated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hours of fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All of this, all of this can be yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All of this, all of this can be yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All of this, all of this can be yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just give me what I want and no-one gets hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hello, Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hola!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm at a place called Vertigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lights go down and all I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Is that you give me something I can feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You're teaching me ...aaahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Your love is teaching me how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;How to kneel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kneel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-8909068390733006540?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/8909068390733006540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=8909068390733006540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/8909068390733006540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/8909068390733006540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2008/03/been-youtubing-rockstar-again-hah.html' title='youtubing rockstar again!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-4388598194986515742</id><published>2008-03-23T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T17:05:44.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loving the lovehammers~</title><content type='html'>THE LOVEHAMMERS HAVE A NEW SONG OUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;They wrote it for Acoustic Chicago and it's called Driving Blind.&lt;br /&gt;It's really gooooood!&lt;br /&gt;And ya know, I was watching some lovehammers' vids and the bassist/drummer (the two of them look reeeeeeeeally alike) looks like orlando bloom cum lukas rossi! a bit weird cuz orlando bloom and lukas rossi looks totally different but the two of them (bobby and dino) looks like them! And the lead guitarist looks like scott weiland from STP/velvet revolver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been reading Marty's diary entries and they are HILARIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;Here's some excerps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One cool kid in the front row knew every lyric to every song and sang along with me. I got a little freaked out when I glanced over and thought I saw him singing one of my new songs that I knew he had never heard before. I kept looking over at him to see if he really knew the lyric. There he was singing along. I couldn't figure it out. Then finally I saw that he was chewing a wad of gum so big he was just jawing at it. For a moment I thought he was a clairvoyant. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The crowd was really interactive and we had so much fun playing off each other. One woman kept coming up during the show and whispering her song requests into my ear as if they were secrets that only I should know. Then she would yell "WILL YOU SIGN MY ASS!!!" really loud across the bar. I told her to whisper all requests in an effort to minimize her absurdity. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"While I'm on the subject, it's time for the Daily Dan Report: Everyone has unique habits and tendencies. I have never spent this much time with Dan and in such close proximity and I'm getting to know what makes him tick. The Zen of Dan. I awoke pretty early today (noon) and Dan was sound asleep. I was working on the computer at the desk in the room and tap tap tapping away which I'm sure was manifesting itself as a semi-automatic machine gun firing into a enemy bunker in Dan's diluted dreams of weaponry, warfare and a subliminal coup de gras in nightmare-ville. I looked over at him at one point and he was lying on his side with his head propped up on his elbow. His eyes were open and he was looking at me. I said "Sorry about the typing Dude, I'm trying to get some work done before we roll out". He didn't respond. I thought maybe he was pissed I woke him up and was giving me the silent treatment, so I said "Sorry man" as I threw my hands to the side and said "What..................................What?………………………" He just stared back and was motionless and then I heard a light snoring sound. He was sound asleep with his head propped up and his eyes open and staring. I walked over and waved a hand in front of his eyes and few feet in front of him, and he was out cold. No response. The devil on my left shoulder whispered in my ear "you should scream and clap really loud and freak him out of his sleep". The angel on the other said "let him sleep". I wanna tell you that if it wasn't his birthday I would have scared the sh*t out of him, but that is no way to start off your birthday. I'm not that E-vil... I want to assure you that 'm not trying to pick on Dan by including him in these blogs. He's just really interesting, and I know that he doesn't mind being included. Or at least he doesn't know about it yet. Haha (can you actually see the horns pop out of my head). So I thought I had this all figured out by sleeping with one eye open but Dave sleeps with TWO eyes open. I'll never win..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't know who Dan is though...totally not part of the Lovehammers!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One girl managed to slide one very c-c-c-cold finger down my buttcrack, and I jumped off my bar stool like I got electrocuted. I had to stop the intro of the song and tell her to keep her fingers where I can see 'em. She said she'd never wash her finger again, and I replied "That's disgusting"! Those Carolina girls be c-c-c-crazy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And now it's time for the DAILY DAN REPORT: I caught Dan doing something really weird today. He bought a fountain drink from the gas station and was standing in line behind me waiting to pay. I told Dan I would pay for his drink. He said "No, that's ok, I got it". I said "Shut-up dude, I got it". So I grabbed the cup from him, and he was reluctant to release it. I snatched it out of his hands and it was light as a feather. I held it in my hand a shook it slightly back n forth to feel if there was any liquid in the cup. It was completely empty. He had the cup with a lid and a straw poking thru it but it was empty. I just looked at him and shook my head. I placed it on the counter and paid for it. I knew better than to ask him what the heck he was up to. Man is Dan one weird dude! He does make this trip an interesting experience though. Why the heck was he buying an empty cup of nothing and pretending it was a drink? I better start sleeping with one eye open."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NEXT ONE'S MY FAVOURITE SO FAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This morning I opened my eyes inches into the electric red of the digital alarm clock on my nightstand. My face lying so close I had to let my eyes focus for a moment to read the time. It was 11:04 pm. First thought: Wow, I had a really long nights sleep. Second thought: What time am I supposed to pick-up Dan. Third thought: Oh sh*t! I was supposed to be at his house at 10:00 am. I laughed and thought what a way to start of the day, one hour late... I called Dan and from the crackling voice on the other end of the line is seems he to is in no rush because I woke him up. It's going to be an interesting tour. You have two of the most lacksidasical people embarking out on tour together. This should be called “The World Can Wait Tour”. From the relaxed vibe when we were planning the tour and getting everything together it has been such a chill vibe. I like it because there is no stress. The details are written on the tour advance sheets in regards to what time and where and everything else will be flying off the cuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool thing about touring with Dan Howard is that he is the type of guy that will sit and drive and not say a word for hours. It's great because I can read, write blogs and sleep without interruption. Some travel companions are nervous people and always need to be talking talking talking. They'll talk about personal stuff you never wanted to know including personal hygiene, relationship details, the state of the economy, Hollywood’s latest fiascos, etc, etc, etc. Not Dan though, he's got his eyes drilled to the road in front of him and hasn't said a single word all day. So after cruise controlling thru an entire $60 tank of gas I get a scary feeling. Why hasn’t Dan said a word? Is he mad about something? Is he sick of driving? This guy doesn't even blink. Now I’m getting freaked out. What the hell is he thinking about? Is he mentally rehearsing the step by step process of constructing a silencer for a Colt 45 handgun? Is he going over his checklist of order of operations when a car submerges into a body of water: 1) Be calm and remove seat belt 2) Wait for the car to fill up with water completely 3) kick out rear window with heels of feet 4) swim to safety. Maybe Dan knows the coordinates of a secret nuclear missile silo in central Florida and is figuring out how to take a detour so we can "check it out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, four plus hours now and not a single word. I’m getting freaked out, what is he thinking? Why won’t he speak. COME ON SAY SOMETHING! Let me know what crazy business is going on in your head. It's building to a frenzy in my head and now I am staring directly at him and he never takes his eyes off the road. I'm thinking: What! What! What are you thinking! I'm staring so close and so hard as if I am actually going to be able to look into his ear and see the thoughts on his aural movie screen. At that moment he turns his head to the right, staring right back at me and he says... "Isn’t it weird that both Justin Timberlake and Britney Spears were on the Mickey Mouse Club together?" My fear subsides and I burst out in a shout of laughter so loud that Dan winces from the pure volume. A burst of relief that my tour manager for the next two weeks is more concerned with the affairs of the Mickey Mouse Club than the 3 deadliest death grips in the manual of mortal combat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. that's all for now...(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPPORT THE LOVEHAMMERS!!  (:&lt;br /&gt;(this entry is SOOOOO indulgent! LOL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-4388598194986515742?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/4388598194986515742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=4388598194986515742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/4388598194986515742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/4388598194986515742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2008/03/loving-lovehammers.html' title='loving the lovehammers~'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-52621847706956911</id><published>2008-03-22T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:44:07.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Don't you find it weird when people you're not close to start calling you by the name(s) only your good friends call you by? Like so many people that I'm not exactly close to are calling me "Mel" and it's starating to feel a bit weird! Like in 4/7, no one except Bala And Brudder called me Mel and yet, quite a few people now are calling me Mel!!!!! It's exactly the same weirdness I discuss with Bala when I keep calling Jonathan "Jon"! Or even those weird names me and Bala came up with to call him! I'm not even CLOSE to him! Anyway, speaking about Jon, I'll be going to the other oend of Singapore tmr and I'm hopping we'll somehow meet and end up talking bout THAT CD! Heh Heh Heh! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm so bloody stoked now cause I just found out about the vast number of good tix available for the Queen musical! YEH BABEH! (:&lt;br /&gt;And me and the twins think that MiG's gonna tear his shirt at the end of the musical as per his rockstar days! LOL. Definitely see a mak zum coming!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy over Edwin McCain's I'll Be all over again all cause of Amelia Chew! And we watch the funny live vid of his singing live and we laughed about the way his head moved everytime he sang a high note! No doubt he can hit the notes but the way he does so is such a bad habit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGGG! Listening to the Manic Street Preachers and god, they sound so good in Working Class Hero! Very John Lennon-ish but rock-ier! (And speaking about John Lennon, I was watching Nanny McPhee the other the day and the little boy with the glasses looked TOTALLY like John Lennon!! FREAKY!!) And in some songs, the lead singer sounds like BONO! LOL. I'm starting to like the Manic Street Preachers! And I totally dig Winterlovers! And let's just say I totally love Your Love Alone Is Not Enough! Especially the line they totally ripped from Pink Floyd (the one that goes "trade all your heroes in for ghosts, in for ghosts, in for ghosts"! It soooooo camed from Wish You were Here's "And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?"!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, I better get back to fixing up my stupid itunes again. Cause, yes, it totally cocked up on me AGAIN! Gotta transfer all my freaking songs in again and I'm only at F. Still got to do until Z!!! Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-52621847706956911?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/52621847706956911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=52621847706956911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/52621847706956911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/52621847706956911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-5906971609103240077</id><published>2008-03-07T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T19:34:58.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inspiration</title><content type='html'>OMG. I DON'T HAVE TO RETAKE CHINESE!!!! YEH BABEH!&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe my cat lost to hui ying's stupid donkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just realised how long its been since I last wrote a poem. A really personal and inspired one. Like the kind I used to write in that book I shared with Sharon (which reminds me...Tofu, I'm still holding on to both the books and one of them should rightfully belong to you!) and the one I wrote entitled Winter inspired by this classical song. I really haven't done that in a while. Listen to new age and write poems. But it really seems like I should cause I've been in a sombre mood lately and it works for me and my inspiration. And I've always wanted to write songs but I always end up with&lt;br /&gt;only the lyrics cause I fail miserable at composing melodies and yadahh. So as always, they always end up as poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It’s been too long and I’m lost without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What am I gonna do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Said I been needin’ you, wantin’ you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wonderin’ if ur the same and who’s been with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Is ur heart still mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I wanna cry sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-5906971609103240077?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/5906971609103240077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=5906971609103240077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/5906971609103240077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/5906971609103240077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2008/03/inspiration.html' title='inspiration'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-3725647406987430668</id><published>2008-03-06T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:22:34.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOK REVIEW</title><content type='html'>1) I FINALLY FOUND PEOPLE WHO WANT TO WATCH QUEEN!!!! YEAH. Well, not exactly Queen but the musical. WHHHOOOOOH. And btw, twins, if you're reading this, tihs sitic website doesn't state the seating for the student tix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The boys of AI rocked it last night! Yeah. I still can't get over the fact that David Cook (Is that his  last name??) made Hello so rockish!! He totally reminded me of Marty doing Baby One More Time! HELL YEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I was flipping through the new issue of Zenith and guess what!!! MY BOOK REVIEW IS IN IT!!!! YEAH! (:  The review on The Bitch Goddess Notebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) A level Chinese results coming out tmr. OMG. I AM DAMN SCARED..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-3725647406987430668?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/3725647406987430668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=3725647406987430668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/3725647406987430668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/3725647406987430668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2008/03/book-review.html' title='BOOK REVIEW'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-2342747539413318236</id><published>2008-03-04T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T00:35:37.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody chicken little.</title><content type='html'>WAH BIANG.&lt;br /&gt;We were late for Physics tutorial today by ONE MEASELY MINUTE and we got scolded for 4. So lame. Come on larh. Just because it was our break before the lesson doesnt mean that we have to be EARLY lorh. We no need to eat meh! We deserve every single minute our our break larh. RAHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly altogether, I miss secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;Or 4/7 in particular and specifically my bruddehood of people plus dani's crew. We totally dominated the back of the back of the class and I remember the crew used to immitate the project runway people walking out of the revolving door every time we walked out of class. HAH. Plus I miss being able to talk to brudder during boring bio lessons! LOL. And eating the mee siam and nasi padang!!! And I bet bruddder misses her fishball noodles. And I realised how long it has been since I was called Paula! LOLOLOLOLOL. And I miss Poh's maths lessons where he used to take off his shoe and throw it at people! Lucky I never kena before! (: &lt;br /&gt;And i miss the outings we had to TM every thursday to eat at pizza hut!&lt;br /&gt;Those memories will last me a lifetime! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-2342747539413318236?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/2342747539413318236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=2342747539413318236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/2342747539413318236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/2342747539413318236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2008/03/bloody-chicken-little.html' title='bloody chicken little.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-3232420353990419442</id><published>2008-02-28T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T16:52:24.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cant stop singing</title><content type='html'>1) Watched American Idol yesterday and David Archuleta sang really really well. He reminded me of Jordis Unga when she sang Imagine.&lt;br /&gt;2) I can't stop singing Edwin McCain's I'll Be. It's been stuck in my head for two weeks now and I can't stop singing it!&lt;br /&gt;3) I finally synced Frostbite again so I'm giving her some loving. Haha. (: Guess I'll stop trying to think about the black iPod classic and be faithful to Frostbite!&lt;br /&gt;4) My handphone did a stunt yesterday! It flew of the table and landed on the nearby trashbag! LOL&lt;br /&gt;5) I wanna play jungle speed and haligali!&lt;br /&gt;6) Reading the third shoppaholic now! Totally addicted to shoppaholic!&lt;br /&gt;7) Blogging in point form (or number form) is quite good! It's really succinct (did I spell it right? lol). Anyways, you get what I mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be your crying shoulder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be love's suicide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be better when I'm older&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be the greatest fan of your life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-3232420353990419442?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/3232420353990419442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=3232420353990419442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/3232420353990419442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/3232420353990419442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2008/02/cant-stop-singing.html' title='cant stop singing'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-2476694436165981004</id><published>2008-02-20T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T00:01:58.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness</title><content type='html'>1) I think I should start selling cookies for a living! (:&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm hooked onto Shopaholic!&lt;br /&gt;3) HnF's got MUSCLES! (:&lt;br /&gt;4) Gossiped with YL and Jiongrui today and we made a startling discovery!&lt;br /&gt;5) My mum ks-ed me to buy the bag I wanted to buy. Except her's is black and I want a tanned one.&lt;br /&gt;6) I REALLY think I should quit school and sell cookies for a living!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-2476694436165981004?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/2476694436165981004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=2476694436165981004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/2476694436165981004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/2476694436165981004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2008/02/randomness.html' title='randomness'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-6897307111236521516</id><published>2008-02-02T02:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T02:04:20.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooked on heroes!</title><content type='html'>It's official.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hooked onto heroes again!&lt;br /&gt;Caught the last 10 minutes of the second ep of season two and I just finished youtubing the first 3 eps.&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Tried youtubing supernatural season 3 but they didn't have the full eps up.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;But what they did have, were short little clips and I can safely say that Jared Padalecki is still really cute! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-6897307111236521516?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/6897307111236521516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=6897307111236521516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/6897307111236521516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/6897307111236521516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2008/02/hooked-on-heroes.html' title='Hooked on heroes!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-1099125581564293336</id><published>2008-01-23T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T15:52:06.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SICKO</title><content type='html'>Cough cough sniff sniff.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm SICK.&lt;br /&gt;Throat hurts like shit.&lt;br /&gt;Saliva tastes bitter.&lt;br /&gt;Tearing cuz my nose is blocked.&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this came as a shock to me.&lt;br /&gt;Heath Ledger was found dead yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It's so sad cuz that guy obviously has talent.&lt;br /&gt;May his soul rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-1099125581564293336?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/1099125581564293336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=1099125581564293336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/1099125581564293336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/1099125581564293336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2008/01/sicko.html' title='SICKO'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-7412160953229054069</id><published>2008-01-14T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T22:34:51.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my passion is men</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"My passion is men.....nonono...I said BAND"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's should be the quote of the day for Saturday, as said by Benjamin.&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I heard him say men the first time round and even the instructor heard men too! It was freaking hilarious larh. Cuz he's from VS somemore.&lt;br /&gt;At first when I heard men, I thought more of like men as in like the evolution of men etc then I realised...YEEEE. MEN as in gay! LOL! But in the end, it was BAND. ANTICLIMAX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he as so lucky he got to talk about his passion cuz I had to talk about CATS. LIKE WHAT THE HELL &lt;s&gt;LARH&lt;/s&gt;. I don't even like cats and you want me to yak about them for at least 90 seconds? I'm sorry. I think I can talk much more about toilets then cats &lt;s&gt;larh&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today, yu ling broke my fragile heart into a million little pieces that would glisten (is there such a word?) in the sun. She said she didn't love me anymore. :'(  HRMPH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met brudder today to pass her SALLY THE SMELLY OSTRICH. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;And we talked and talked and talked and ate mee siam! LOL. Next time, I'm trying the mee rubus! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Today, Conrad Lee talked about the Chicago Zoo during GP and all I could think about was CHICAGO! &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HOME OF THE LOVEHAMMERS!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-7412160953229054069?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/7412160953229054069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=7412160953229054069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/7412160953229054069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/7412160953229054069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-passion-is-men.html' title='my passion is men'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-8992800962062545289</id><published>2008-01-10T17:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T18:15:41.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview with the vampire</title><content type='html'>Dr William Tan came to our school today and although his talk was a bit narcissistic cause he was showing us all these pictures and articles on him, I think he was actually trying to tell us that if you set your mind on something, then work towards it and don't give up, instead of showing off. Okay, maybe he was showing off a little, but if I had completed 7 marathons in 7 continents in 31 days, I'd hone all about it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had THE chemistry test today. Yes, THAT test that we were all suppose to study for during the holidays but the one that no one did. THAT ONE. Yu Ling, who was sitting next to me said I wrote with such god-like speed that she started worrying and she blanked out for a while. HEHEHE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after school, Weiqi, Anna, Yu Ling and I went to KFC for lunch and after that, Weiqi and Anna left so Yu Ling and I went to pah torh. (: We were supposed to do homework one lorh but we ended up walking and buying stuff that we only spent 45 mins at the library doing work. Hehehehe. (I laugh like this cause Yu Ling laughs like "hohohoho"!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, tomorrow's friday! Like FINALLY! And it's supposed to be a slack day cause we finish at 12.55pm but I've got emcee training from 2 to 6pm! :(  So sad larh. And worst of all, saturday also got training! BOOHOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Louis killed Lestat's father already! AHHHHHHH. Interview with the vampire is getting nice! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-8992800962062545289?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/8992800962062545289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=8992800962062545289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/8992800962062545289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/8992800962062545289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2008/01/interview-with-vampire.html' title='Interview with the vampire'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-3697238733026552414</id><published>2008-01-07T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T21:43:58.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crimson and clovers</title><content type='html'>Wrote this little poem after reading The Bitch Goddess Notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Crimson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Her heart is pounding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And then it skips a beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She's so nervous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She can't think straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She meant to play him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Scare him good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She told herself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She didn't give a hoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But she went one step too far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And now she can't turn back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She has reached &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The point of no return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-3697238733026552414?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/3697238733026552414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=3697238733026552414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/3697238733026552414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/3697238733026552414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2008/01/crimson-and-clovers.html' title='crimson and clovers'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-591886714153034076</id><published>2008-01-05T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T00:31:07.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the price is right!</title><content type='html'>School opened.&lt;br /&gt;And all the teachers already started stressing us about studying.&lt;br /&gt;We even had extra lessons already!&lt;br /&gt;Crazy right!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I like our new GP tutor!!&lt;br /&gt;He brought us on an excursion (or at least he calls it that) to the library and made us borrow a book each.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since I had time to read and I was so happy to finish (well, almost) 2 books during the hols so I was pretty pleased.&lt;br /&gt;But now, Mr Lee is insisting we read more and I am so hyped about it!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I borrowed Interview With The Vampire by Anne Rice.&lt;br /&gt;It looks pretty interesting considering how much I like watching Supernatural.&lt;br /&gt;And if I like the book, I'll probably check out the movie soon.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T WAIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy over BAGS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Alicia just introed me to this online shopping site and OMG.&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA BUY ALL THE BAGS THERE!&lt;br /&gt;Must get Amelia and Annabella to buy with me!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;PLUS PLUS PLUS...the prices are quite low. So you can buy more pieces there than if you were to buy in Singapore!!&lt;br /&gt;I sound like an advertisement! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got Chingay briefing tmr...at REPUBLIC POLY, which seems like the other side of the world to me since the travelling distance is so long. =X&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna bring my trusty book along so I wont waste the bus journey home straing into blank space or thinking bout Jon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOHHHHHH. It's January already. And that means I'll be getting my Jon board soon! YAY. And it's time to initiate Project SOY SAUCE cause CNY is coming soon! HEH HEH HEH. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-591886714153034076?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/591886714153034076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=591886714153034076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/591886714153034076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/591886714153034076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2008/01/price-is-right.html' title='the price is right!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-8061045947297535815</id><published>2007-12-28T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T19:00:26.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and then it went WHOOOSH!</title><content type='html'>The funniest thing just happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I was already heading towards the toilet when my phone rang so against my own good judgement, I decided to answer it while still, walking into the toilet trying to find a cubicle. (I was in a public toilet larh...you think my house got toilet so big arh!) Then the person said: Hello? Can I speak to Melissa please?....This is kenneth calling from the chingay dream team exco..." then suddenly, WHOOOSH. The automatic toilet flushed. LOL. It was so embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to a much lighter note, would some kind soul please give me James Morrison's acoustic guitar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148975394259295938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/R3TV1zQNXsI/AAAAAAAAAO4/rR_jJJbZ3kU/s320/acoustic+guitar+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148975398554263250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/R3TV2DQNXtI/AAAAAAAAAPA/h3RTyjwY91A/s320/acoustic+guitar+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love the floral patterns on it! And, I certainly wouldn't mind if he came with the guitar! His voice is just SOOOOOOOO nice. Plus, we can write songs together and all! (Nono, don't worry. He ain't replacing Jon any time soon!) Well, a girl can dream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-8061045947297535815?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/8061045947297535815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=8061045947297535815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/8061045947297535815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/8061045947297535815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-then-it-went-whooosh.html' title='and then it went WHOOOSH!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/R3TV1zQNXsI/AAAAAAAAAO4/rR_jJJbZ3kU/s72-c/acoustic+guitar+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844431.post-6447364245181854525</id><published>2007-12-23T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T02:24:11.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're so hypnotic on my heart</title><content type='html'>You know, I was watching some Matchbox 20 performances on youtube that day and I was looking at Rob Thomas' ears and I was like "Hmmmm. Those chunky earrings look so familiar..." then I realised that Jon has the same pair of earrings, which makes sense cuz he cites Rob Thomas as being one of his favourite vocalists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Jon, did I tell you that I saw him on wednesday!!! It was so brief though. We just walked past each other! :(  At first, I saw this guy walking towards me wearing a cap with his (quite long) hair tucked under his cap behind his ear. Then I saw the two blings on his ear. (Yes, Jon has those huge bling studs) Then I smelt a whiff of Truth by Calvin Klein. And by the time it all registered to me that that was Jon, I already walked past him. :(  So in the end, I didnt get to ask him about the cds. It was so sad. But it'ss okay larh, I mean, I've seen him like 5 times in real life and we've even hugged and  all so yeah, it's not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Am I too obvious to preach it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You're so hypnotic on my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-6447364245181854525?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/6447364245181854525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=6447364245181854525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/6447364245181854525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/6447364245181854525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/12/youre-so-hypnotic-on-my-heart.html' title='you&apos;re so hypnotic on my heart'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-7416084106923109386</id><published>2007-12-16T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T18:01:19.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have jon. the board i mean</title><content type='html'>My computer still isn't fixed yet.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;So that means i haven't done any e-learning or homework yet.&lt;br /&gt;And i wanna say I don't give a damn but i really actually do.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;With work next week, i guess i gotta chiong next next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;You know that styrofoam board of jonathan at popular?&lt;br /&gt;HEH HEH HEH.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's now MINE!&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. Now I can go to his fan site and brag about it.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;someday they'll find our small town world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;on a big town avenue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;gonna make you like the way they talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;when they're talking to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;gonna make you break out of your shell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;cuz they tell you to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;gonna make you like the way they lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;better than the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;they'll tell you everything you wanted someone else say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;they're gonna break your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;from what i've seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you're just one more hand me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but no one's tried to give you what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so lay all your troubles down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i am with you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;somebody oughta take you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;try make you love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;try to make you like the way they feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;when they're under your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;never once do you think that they would lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;when they're holding you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;then you wonder why they haven't called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;when they said they'd call you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you'll start to wonder if you're ever gonna make it by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you'll start to think you were born blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;from what i've seen&lt;br /&gt;you're just one more hand me down&lt;br /&gt;but no one's tried to give you what you need&lt;br /&gt;so lay all your troubles down&lt;br /&gt;i am with you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'm here for the hard times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the straight to your heart times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;when living ain't easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you can stand up against me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;whatever may fall on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;just call on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;someday they'll open up your world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;shake you down to the very core&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;they'll do their best to change you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;they still cant to erase you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;from what i've seen&lt;br /&gt;you're just one more hand me down&lt;br /&gt;but no one's tried to give you what you need&lt;br /&gt;so lay all your troubles down&lt;br /&gt;i am with you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-7416084106923109386?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/7416084106923109386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=7416084106923109386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/7416084106923109386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/7416084106923109386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-have-jon-board-i-mean.html' title='i have jon. the board i mean'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-1435147675863000274</id><published>2007-11-28T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T20:51:43.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COVERS</title><content type='html'>I was checking out youtube and I came across this guy called Derek Cate he does MEAN covers!&lt;br /&gt;I watched Hand Me Down first and I was blown away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8FRCsvPP9b4&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he also sang Apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vcZRgxU2igM&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's a cover of Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Id0mdjxffzQ&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Better Than Me. The sound quality isnt really good (it sounds like there's a bird chirping in the bg somtimes) but you still can hear his voice is really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0vhrv3nt3nU&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got somemore!&lt;br /&gt;This one's a cover of JT's What Goes Around. It's really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cpu4tkfwHjU&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Keith Urban's Tonight I Wanna Cry. I think the little kid running around is his daughter. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zjb7kEiT9ec&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's All Because Of You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3QlxqWgBB5A&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's a version of So Sick and Be With You. Love the OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH part at the end! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5a-QjHX6D4Q&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW RIGHT? Told you this guy's good! I wish he would sing Pink Floyd's Wish You Were Here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found another guy who does covers also and best of all, he sounds like Rob Thomas (from Matchbox 20). And this guy sounds really good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this one, he's singing Time After Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HEL61tIU5Rs&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told ya he sounds like Rob Thomas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's a cover of Blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_A2IfdA3N2A&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numb Acoustic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BMW0Jab7DOY&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he sang Chasing Cars too (though I think he could have done better)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OAKfvbGYNSw&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one is my favourite. With Arms Wide Open. I love it when he's singing the "if I had just one wish, only one demand, I hope he's not like me, I hope he understands..." part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/thf-w1ypTnU&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one's a vid of The Who singing Baba O'Riley, with an intro to how the song came about before the song. Check out the woman playing the violin. She plays so damn pro larh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wALIV-p0rq0&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is called Behind Blue Eyes. Most of y'all probably will find this song familiar cuz limp bizkit covered it a few years back. But this one, is the CLASSIC version. However, I still prefer the album version compared to this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/412B-3DHl70&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more person! (:&lt;br /&gt;This girl is really good! She's singing Umbrella in this vid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/589Mvlz6LWE&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's Maroon 5's Makes Me Wonder. I love the guitar sounds in this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1zpUq12qTxo&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this version of You Give Me Something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I4HIyOWtzlo&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's of her stripping down What I've Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/otdEhyGrujQ&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE EH?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-1435147675863000274?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/1435147675863000274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=1435147675863000274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/1435147675863000274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/1435147675863000274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-was-checking-out-youtube-and-i-came.html' title='COVERS'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-6447638009762492004</id><published>2007-11-25T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T17:26:57.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALERT THE TABLOIDS!</title><content type='html'>OMG.&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;SCANDAL SCANDAL SCANDAL!&lt;br /&gt;Brudder knows what I'm talking about and we sure are gonna have fun gossiping tmr!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;TSK TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooooh.&lt;br /&gt;Boy's coming home soon.&lt;br /&gt;In a matter of hours! It's so exciting.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe 6 weeks have gone by so fast!&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;I even baked him a special cookie as a welcome home present.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad my main computer spoiled if not can upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I probably won't be free to post this on the actual day itself, so this is advance posting!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 18 MONTHS BABEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love ya! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-6447638009762492004?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/6447638009762492004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=6447638009762492004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/6447638009762492004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/6447638009762492004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/11/omg.html' title='ALERT THE TABLOIDS!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-2402519309173709958</id><published>2007-11-16T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T00:20:27.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, come to singapore!</title><content type='html'>You know that pair of aviators from pull and bear?&lt;br /&gt;The $59 shades?&lt;br /&gt;I WANT IT! (:&lt;br /&gt;And I dont care if I look like a pai kia when I'm wearing it.&lt;br /&gt;I can pull it off! (:&lt;br /&gt;The whole rockstar attitude goes with anything and everything!&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, why hasnt there been a rockstar season this year!&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for someone I will support more than Marty Casey!&lt;br /&gt;Go Lovehammers! And come to Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-2402519309173709958?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/2402519309173709958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=2402519309173709958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/2402519309173709958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/2402519309173709958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-come-to-singapore.html' title='oh, come to singapore!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-175105023643254291</id><published>2007-11-15T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T00:20:44.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got me sewn!</title><content type='html'>It's like I have freaking ESP or something.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a quote from Supernatural.&lt;br /&gt;It probably was, but it does seem like I have ESP.&lt;br /&gt;At least for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly had this urge to listen to the radio.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking to myself "the room sounds so quiet. let's learn some new songs from the radio!"&lt;br /&gt;So iI turned on the radio and lo and behold, the person talking sounded like Mike Shinoda! And so I listened on and it was Mike! And Rob started talking too! And the muttons were teaching them some Singlish phrases like bodoh. And they give this example "Rob, you are so bodoh larh!"&lt;br /&gt;How dare you called Rob bodoh! RAHHHHH. LOL. Everyone knows how much I like Rob and his drunmming skills!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that LP interview just made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to read Bala's blog and I saw her post, and it made my day even more! I love love loved the josh logan rosary! I still dont believe he wore it! And of course, I love the last thing in the post too! HAHAHA. (:&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, JON! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna and calvin came over to bake cho o chip cookies today!&lt;br /&gt;And the cookies turned out a weeee bit sweeet but they were still rockin good!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;And Calvin now knows how to make cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;Anna, next time we bake cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's the outing with the gals! My dalings Bala and Brudder!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait cuz we sure go crazy as usual!&lt;br /&gt;Woooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the LP concert was great!&lt;br /&gt;It was super rockin and the energy was just phenomenal!&lt;br /&gt;You could hear the whole crowd (mostly from the mosh pit cuz the only people doing so from my area were me and brudder!) singing along to the older songs like In The End ( the "I put my trust in you, pushed as far as i can go, for all this, there's only one thing you should knowwwwwwww" part).&lt;br /&gt;The the vids e ooks were damn hilarious cuz the only thing you can hear is me and bruddder ( but mostly me) singing the song, not chester, until we didnt know the lyrics, then we'll start screaming! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And the LP pics from the concert wont be posted up :(&lt;br /&gt;Msn me if you want the cuz then the pics will be more EXCLUSIVE!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....I got a freking mak zum in my eyelid!&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't see anything I shouldnt have seen!&lt;br /&gt;No Gabriel Tit or my brother walking around in his undies...&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I saw....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-175105023643254291?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/175105023643254291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=175105023643254291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/175105023643254291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/175105023643254291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/11/youve-got-me-sewn.html' title='You&apos;ve got me sewn!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-1649300145025454221</id><published>2007-11-06T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T18:35:49.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna paint nails!</title><content type='html'>The wishlist is up under the second bang.&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to browse! *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;i feel like becoming a manicurist!&lt;br /&gt;So this is what I shall do:&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start my very own business!&lt;br /&gt;Hands: $2&lt;br /&gt;Feet: $3&lt;br /&gt;This will include cutting, shaping and buffing of nails and of course, the nail colour(s) of your choice!&lt;br /&gt;So book an appointment with me and I shall help you turn your nails into nice little things! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-1649300145025454221?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/1649300145025454221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=1649300145025454221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/1649300145025454221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/1649300145025454221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wanna-paint-nails.html' title='i wanna paint nails!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-8711476460563616076</id><published>2007-11-03T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T17:57:15.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your love alone is not enough</title><content type='html'>Oh come on.&lt;br /&gt;I know that you know.&lt;br /&gt;So don't act dumb with me.&lt;br /&gt;Slam me all you want babeh cuz sticks and stones can break my bones but words will never hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you are so childish to not only not feel guilty, but blame ME.&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;Grow up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dum de dum.&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter things.&lt;br /&gt;FIVE MORE DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, it doesnt seem all that exciting this year.&lt;br /&gt;I guess as you grow up, the whole prospect of it being your birthday just dies down.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me but that's how I feel about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading Scar Tissue and up till now, it's been the whole "Sex, drugs and Rock n Roll" cliche.&lt;br /&gt;But it's interesting when Anthony Keidis talks about the progression of the Red Hot Chili Peppers.&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, I see how so many simple things can become inspiration for songs. Like Red Star Black Fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm super pissed right now cause in the process of updating my itunes with my songs, I lost 1000+ songs.&lt;br /&gt;ONE THOUSAND songs which I'm totally clueless about the titles.&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy keeping track of what songs you lose when you have 4000+ songs.&lt;br /&gt;So today, I down to 3008.&lt;br /&gt;That's is so darn sadening.&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-8711476460563616076?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/8711476460563616076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=8711476460563616076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/8711476460563616076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/8711476460563616076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/11/your-love-alone-is-not-enough.html' title='your love alone is not enough'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-8288588004559432190</id><published>2007-10-29T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T22:33:17.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fine with me</title><content type='html'>I enjoy my solitude.&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your pity or your empathy.&lt;br /&gt;So don't come talking to me only when you feel like doing so.&lt;br /&gt;I have been there for you THROUGHOUT this entire stupid ass thing and you leaving me here, all alone, isn't helping.&lt;br /&gt;If you dont wanna talk, then dont force yourself to.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not interested in small talk.&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-8288588004559432190?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/8288588004559432190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=8288588004559432190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/8288588004559432190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/8288588004559432190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/10/fine-with-me.html' title='fine with me'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-8240051550958218940</id><published>2007-10-21T01:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T01:40:50.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smoke on water</title><content type='html'>Went to Taka today cause dad wanted to buy shoes but he didnt buy any in the end.&lt;br /&gt;But, we did go to borders. I was looking for this book and I couldn't find it.&lt;br /&gt;RAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Then I wandered to the music section and lo and behold...&lt;br /&gt;I FOUND SCAR TISSUE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's a book about Anthony Keidis (the front man of Red Hot Chili Peppers).&lt;br /&gt;I was so stoked so I snapped it up!&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for that book for almost 2 years now.&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. And now, I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for boy boy to come back.&lt;br /&gt;Then we can go CD shopping.&lt;br /&gt;He promised to buy me 3 cds for my birthday...&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was rather generous of him!&lt;br /&gt;So I must start thinking of what CDs to buy.&lt;br /&gt;I mustn't let him of the hook so easily.&lt;br /&gt;I must fully exploit this present!&lt;br /&gt;25 NOVEMBER! Can't wait! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY FIGURED OUT THE INTRO TO SMOKE ON WATER!&lt;br /&gt;YEH BABEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;smoke on water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fire in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-8240051550958218940?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/8240051550958218940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=8240051550958218940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/8240051550958218940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/8240051550958218940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/10/smoke-on-water.html' title='smoke on water'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-604931066435852783</id><published>2007-10-18T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T00:01:03.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The coward with a can a shieldox</title><content type='html'>I may be a coward.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a coward with SHIELDOX!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And then, all the lizards shall fear this coward!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as you can probably guess, or as you may have already heard,&lt;br /&gt;I'll stunned a lizard this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I was happily combing my hair and I wanted to put my comb back when I saw this FAT lizard near my comb.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;I screamed and jumped out of the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;And woke my maid up.&lt;br /&gt;I asked her to help me catch the lizard but she was like "ARGHHHH...zzzzzzzz"&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to battle it out with the lizard.&lt;br /&gt;With SHIELDOX.&lt;br /&gt;HEH HEH HEH.&lt;br /&gt;I started spraying on the lizrad as if my life depended on it.&lt;br /&gt;At first spray, the lizard scattered to behind my toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;But I persisted and stuck my bottle of shieldox near the toilet bowl and SPRAYED LIKE MAD.&lt;br /&gt;Then the lizard ran behind my wash basket.&lt;br /&gt;So I shifted the wash basket and lo and behold, the lizard was vulnerable, with no place to hide!&lt;br /&gt;And it was time for the real battle!&lt;br /&gt;I aimed the spray nozzle at the middle of the lizard so the fumes would totally engulf the lizard.&lt;br /&gt;MAXIMUM EXPOSURE!&lt;br /&gt;And the lizard stopped moving.&lt;br /&gt;VICTORY...but so I thought cuz the lizard started running again.&lt;br /&gt;That bugger thought it could smoke me!&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO. I'm not that dumb!&lt;br /&gt;I immediately sprayed on it again until this time, it was lying there in fits when I was done.&lt;br /&gt;And then I got my maid to sweep the lizard, who was probably in a coma, down the drainage pipe thing.&lt;br /&gt;AT LAST.&lt;br /&gt;Victory belongs to the most perservering!&lt;br /&gt;VINCITORE!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-604931066435852783?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/604931066435852783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=604931066435852783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/604931066435852783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/604931066435852783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/10/coward-with-can-shieldox.html' title='The coward with a can a shieldox'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-8768220344073427194</id><published>2007-10-15T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T01:15:01.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picture attack!</title><content type='html'>Friday was fun.&lt;br /&gt;PWed at macs till 10 plus then went to aljunied to check out the class tee.&lt;br /&gt;And then we went to MArina to bowl.&lt;br /&gt;But the stupid queue was SOOOOO long so we arcarded in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Played House of the Dead 4 with Zhiling.&lt;br /&gt;She insisted that she take the guy.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps she thought the guy would last longer.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, my female character kicked those monsters' asses!&lt;br /&gt;And all through saturday, my arms were still aching from the violent shaking to free ourselves from the monsters!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Brandon laughed at me when he found out why my arms were aching.&lt;br /&gt;Totally same kinda laughter I got from him when I sprained my neck last year due to some hair flicking stunts. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? My cousin is in Chicago now.&lt;br /&gt;I am SOOO jealous.&lt;br /&gt;I mean. C'mon! CHICAGO!&lt;br /&gt;If I were there right now, I'll probably be running up and down the streets screaming "MARTY CASEY!!!!!! THE LOVEHAMMERS!!!!!!" at the top of my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll meet Marty, or Dino, or actually, any of the Lovehammers would be good enough!&lt;br /&gt;That will definitely make my day!&lt;br /&gt;Much more than seeing Jon (I know, I know, but hey, the lovehammers are 5 men! Jon is just one man!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I was just randoming blog hopping and I realised EVERYONE has pictures on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;And my blog here, seems so monotonous.&lt;br /&gt;So here comes the long overdued pictures.&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beware the dangers of wakeboarding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOHuz5GJnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/g3n4Sr9FhxQ/s1600-h/SSL11691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121586439523804786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOHuz5GJnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/g3n4Sr9FhxQ/s320/SSL11691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Think this hurts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOHvD5GJoI/AAAAAAAAALE/qsiiopMZoMY/s1600-h/SSL11693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121586443818772098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOHvD5GJoI/AAAAAAAAALE/qsiiopMZoMY/s320/SSL11693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, not as much as this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOHvT5GJpI/AAAAAAAAALM/v7XgJwNpK8Y/s1600-h/SSL11695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121586448113739410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOHvT5GJpI/AAAAAAAAALM/v7XgJwNpK8Y/s320/SSL11695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOHvj5GJqI/AAAAAAAAALU/996_YLRatFA/s1600-h/SSL11696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121586452408706722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOHvj5GJqI/AAAAAAAAALU/996_YLRatFA/s320/SSL11696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Or this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOKbz5GJsI/AAAAAAAAALk/ILd06j5sgaY/s1600-h/SSL11698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121589411641173698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOKbz5GJsI/AAAAAAAAALk/ILd06j5sgaY/s320/SSL11698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But THIS ONE hurts the MOST.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the reason why I'm so totally broke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121602365262538674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOWNz5GJ7I/AAAAAAAAANY/EsprSkYlofA/s320/SSL11709.JPG" border="0" /&gt; TICKETS TO LP's CONCERT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOKcz5GJuI/AAAAAAAAAL0/JudCrNKZP4Y/s1600-h/SSL11729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121589428821042914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOKcz5GJuI/AAAAAAAAAL0/JudCrNKZP4Y/s320/SSL11729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course, this too, did contribute to my brokeness. My CD shelf is totally packed now. Please don't look at the ones on the top. Those are the rubbish cds. LOL. The good ones are in the shelf. And I've just added 3 new cds to the shelf this week. I'm so happy I finally found the Deathcab For Cutie CD! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOKdT5GJvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/MzlGRIgqox4/s1600-h/SSL11722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121589437410977522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOKdT5GJvI/AAAAAAAAAL8/MzlGRIgqox4/s320/SSL11722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YES YES. One day, when I get my own gig, this will be the ticket used! LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Went to take some sunrise pictures with Dad the other weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121605835596114002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOZXz5GKFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/7RRWBWKW0dw/s320/SSL11738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on location at like 6.35am. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then the sun slowly started to rise. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOR-D5GJ0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Pe4MnGR-xAk/s1600-h/SSL11746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121597696633087810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOR-D5GJ0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Pe4MnGR-xAk/s320/SSL11746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOR_D5GJ1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/sjL-lnVUr7U/s1600-h/SSL11747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121597713812957010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOR_D5GJ1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/sjL-lnVUr7U/s320/SSL11747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOUET5GJ2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/Wjld2KAKKZc/s1600-h/SSL11748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121600003030525794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOUET5GJ2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/Wjld2KAKKZc/s320/SSL11748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOUEj5GJ3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/caDer9jsQD8/s1600-h/SSL11752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121600007325493106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOUEj5GJ3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/caDer9jsQD8/s320/SSL11752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOUFD5GJ4I/AAAAAAAAANA/S0STGeskUiQ/s1600-h/SSL11753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121600015915427714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOUFD5GJ4I/AAAAAAAAANA/S0STGeskUiQ/s320/SSL11753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOUFj5GJ5I/AAAAAAAAANI/W_Itu49S5Tw/s1600-h/SSL11759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121600024505362322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOUFj5GJ5I/AAAAAAAAANI/W_Itu49S5Tw/s320/SSL11759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOUGD5GJ6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/wx4xBcF-NRs/s1600-h/SSL11767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121600033095296930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOUGD5GJ6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/wx4xBcF-NRs/s320/SSL11767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOWOD5GJ8I/AAAAAAAAANg/JT3BbsKpPao/s1600-h/SSL11792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121602369557505986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOWOD5GJ8I/AAAAAAAAANg/JT3BbsKpPao/s320/SSL11792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOWPT5GJ9I/AAAAAAAAANo/xR5OCEDNgmI/s1600-h/SSL11796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121602391032342482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOWPT5GJ9I/AAAAAAAAANo/xR5OCEDNgmI/s320/SSL11796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOWPj5GJ-I/AAAAAAAAANw/fQoO_IUKt_0/s1600-h/SSL11798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121602395327309794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOWPj5GJ-I/AAAAAAAAANw/fQoO_IUKt_0/s320/SSL11798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOWQD5GJ_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/Z5K9BaOtAu8/s1600-h/SSL11804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121602403917244402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOWQD5GJ_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/Z5K9BaOtAu8/s320/SSL11804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOYRD5GKAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/nUlbHjYjckI/s1600-h/SSL11813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121604620120369154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOYRD5GKAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/nUlbHjYjckI/s320/SSL11813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I totally love this one, with my dad in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOYRT5GKBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/beqU_Yp8Oh4/s1600-h/SSL11814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121604624415336466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOYRT5GKBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/beqU_Yp8Oh4/s320/SSL11814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOYRz5GKCI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/LYpV4mDs6sE/s1600-h/SSL11817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121604633005271074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOYRz5GKCI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/LYpV4mDs6sE/s320/SSL11817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my MONEY SHOT! My dad's one was nicer cause he managed to get the boat in the middle of the reflection but that crafty boat just suddenly sped off and was too fast for me. I guess that's why my dad's the pro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOYSD5GKDI/AAAAAAAAAOY/YB9GCoW44aM/s1600-h/SSL11822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121604637300238386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOYSD5GKDI/AAAAAAAAAOY/YB9GCoW44aM/s320/SSL11822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOYST5GKEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/gKLMopP3jc4/s1600-h/SSL11854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121604641595205698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOYST5GKEI/AAAAAAAAAOg/gKLMopP3jc4/s320/SSL11854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was folling around with my 3 dollar fish eye lens. LOL. That's a rose made out of blu tack by the way. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brandon just left for Australia yesterday. That boy gets to go to Australia for the second time and I've never even been there before! RAHHHH. Worst of all, he won't be around to celebrate my birthday! That's like so sad cause he's been there for 16 of my birthdays so far. So I guess till 25 Nov, I'll be the only child. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121607768331397218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxObIT5GKGI/AAAAAAAAAOw/kDR-u51t83o/s320/DSC00098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;SO ACT CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation between me and my mum yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mum: Wah. Wasted. The newspaper today talked about cluster housing but never mention our estate. If not the price will soar and then I can finally sell this house. And move to the west.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me: YESYESYES!!! Move to the WEST!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mum: NO. WE'RE NOT MOVING TO CLEMENTI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me:Nevermind. As long as it's in the west. At least it's much closer to clementi then we are right now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-8768220344073427194?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/8768220344073427194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=8768220344073427194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/8768220344073427194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/8768220344073427194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/10/picture-attack.html' title='picture attack!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RxOHuz5GJnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/g3n4Sr9FhxQ/s72-c/SSL11691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844431.post-475816287478691291</id><published>2007-10-11T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T23:32:01.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;ABCDEF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just random alphabets?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NONONO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those are actually my promo results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn zai right! I collected all the grades (besides S)!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the stupid horribly looking F belongs to chemistry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry. The subject which I topped the whole level in secondary school before. So ironic isn't it! But 70% of the cohort failed chem so I don't feel so embarrassed! HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had so much fun today.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Annabella after school and we went to White Sands first, to get some makan, then took the train and walked to Simpang to eat prata and drink our lemon tea and dinosaur. Then walked back to my place to go crazy over my rolled up green socks, my old magazines, my "x-box" (LOL bala. only you would think of such a thing!), and then we proceeded to youtubing.&lt;br /&gt;That was when I introed her to Josh, Dilana, Storm, Jordis, Toby, Lucas, Marty, Magni, Chris, Matt and those few.&lt;br /&gt;I can safely say Bala is now a Storm Large fan! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;And after she went home, I kept listening to different versions of "She Talks To Angels" and I got seriously very sad.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idead why. I mean, yeah, the song is pretty sad but I was really into the whole sadness thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, PW is really tiring me out.&lt;br /&gt;It been consuming enough of my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really dead beat.&lt;br /&gt;K.O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to keep telling myself "13 NOVEMBER!!!!!!".&lt;br /&gt;I will get through this period for that special date. (:&lt;br /&gt;I seriously can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since we last did this!&lt;br /&gt;But I can't wait. (:&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to scream like crazy and lose my voice.&lt;br /&gt;It will be all worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It ain't pretty when the pretty leaves you with no place to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-475816287478691291?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/475816287478691291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=475816287478691291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/475816287478691291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/475816287478691291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/10/pretty-vegas.html' title='pretty vegas'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-9137846417386136618</id><published>2007-10-03T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T23:08:59.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3 rockstar</title><content type='html'>Send me packing, babeh.&lt;br /&gt;Send me packing.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I wanna go to the ROCKSTAR MANSION!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as you can see, the whole rockstar syndrom has come down upon me all over again.&lt;br /&gt;I just finish watching jordis unga. And she still gives me goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;EVERY SINGLE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;And then I came across a version of "she talks to angels" with josh logan and dilana singing and magni and the houseband playing.&lt;br /&gt;It was wow.&lt;br /&gt;I miss josh's bobble head.&lt;br /&gt;Dilana's version of "time after time" was very refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;Especially with jim playing for her and doing her backups.&lt;br /&gt;And I still think matt and chris went home WAY too early.&lt;br /&gt;I'll watch Marty tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz his performances take a while to finish as he lasted till the very end.&lt;br /&gt;And I finally got over him not winning.&lt;br /&gt;The Lovehammers are so much better for him than INXS. (:&lt;br /&gt;(If you wanna catch any of these performances, just go to youtube and type in rockstar: INXS or rockstar: supernova)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I miss wednesdays.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesdays used to be TV night from 8pm to 1am.&lt;br /&gt;First it was Singapore Idol (&lt;em&gt;heh heh heh&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Then it would be half hour of miami ink&lt;br /&gt;then one and a half hours of rockstar.&lt;br /&gt;And thursdays would be a blast cuz we would all go to school and discuss the songs sang on rockstar.&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days!&lt;br /&gt;And I just realised, there hasn't been a rockstar season this year!&lt;br /&gt;RAWR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish you could fly me to the mansion this moment.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I just wanna leave everything behind and just chill.&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much to worry about here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-9137846417386136618?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/9137846417386136618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=9137846417386136618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/9137846417386136618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/9137846417386136618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/10/3-rockstar.html' title='&lt;3 rockstar'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-3570321159448994966</id><published>2007-10-01T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T00:50:32.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me, jon, dani and gee</title><content type='html'>IT'S FINALLY OVER! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: YEEE. Why his face got mole!&lt;br /&gt;Me: His face not only got one mole, got a lot lorh.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: He's changed.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No. He looks the same what!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: YEEE. Why he singing in chinese!&lt;br /&gt;Me: People are billingual you know. And he's chinese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, my mum still doesn't like Jon. (:&lt;br /&gt;But that's alright with me.&lt;br /&gt;I think she's giving up on trying to convince me to stop liking him.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I miss Dani alot.&lt;br /&gt;All that rubbish banter and me, jon, her, gee, matt, the quads and ryan!&lt;br /&gt;I miss that gal so much.&lt;br /&gt;And btw Dani, thanks for the heads-up on LIME&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-3570321159448994966?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/3570321159448994966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=3570321159448994966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/3570321159448994966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/3570321159448994966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/10/me-jon-dani-and-gee.html' title='me, jon, dani and gee'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-8610509502368995302</id><published>2007-09-11T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:36:48.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the calm before the storm</title><content type='html'>Even though things are so hectic, I know that this is the calm before the storm.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm bringing out my raincoat and I'm getting ready cause I know I'm gonna come out of this alive. in fact, I'm coming out of this damn thing alive and &lt;strong&gt;kicking&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been pretty rush lately and I barely have time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;So the 20 minutes before school is now used to nap a little.&lt;br /&gt;And I have an interview tomorrow at 3.15pm. School ends at 1.55pm and I have no idea what I'm gonna do in between. I don't even know who i'm gonna spend that dreadul 1 hour plus with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I wish the damn promos would come already.&lt;br /&gt;But I know it's coming.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S COMING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-8610509502368995302?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/8610509502368995302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=8610509502368995302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/8610509502368995302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/8610509502368995302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/09/calm-before-storm.html' title='the calm before the storm'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-2223672075493371312</id><published>2007-08-26T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T14:54:24.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bottle tree visit 2</title><content type='html'>Went to the dentist yesterday to redo my filling and it hurted like shit.&lt;br /&gt;First, he took the stick thing to knock knock here, knock knock there.&lt;br /&gt;Then, the nightmare begun.&lt;br /&gt;The dentist took out his weapon of mass destruction! (no, it wasn't amelia. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;His lethal drill!&lt;br /&gt;Then he started drilling my tooth.&lt;br /&gt;And it hurt like hell man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;Dad wanted to go to sembawang to eat his thai food and when we reached there, the shopping center had been torn down.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;It was so damn hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;So we went to bottle tree again.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, in the first cubicle of the toilet, got one 20 cent coin at the bottom of the squatting pan!&lt;br /&gt;It was so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;And no, I didn't reach down to grab it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that kiam peng.&lt;br /&gt;If it was a ten dollar bill then maybe I will take.&lt;br /&gt;Then bring it back home and soak it in detol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Physics spa tmr.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can finish the written report.&lt;br /&gt;I will scribble like shit if i have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And this morning, I had such a weird dream.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of annabella's sister.&lt;br /&gt;OF ALL PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-2223672075493371312?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/2223672075493371312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=2223672075493371312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/2223672075493371312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/2223672075493371312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/08/bottle-tree-visit-2.html' title='bottle tree visit 2'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-8837182982382925687</id><published>2007-08-17T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T23:40:13.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIRANDA WON!</title><content type='html'>This week has been fun!&lt;br /&gt;Stressful, with like 4 tests but nevertheless, still fun.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I've got the company of 8 wonderful girls! (:&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the funnest cuz after school, while waiting for Taekwondo to start, yuling, anna and i wer jumping here and there, everywhere, trying to take photos. (:&lt;br /&gt;And the cherry on top of the cream came in the form of MIRANDA winning taekwondo! (:&lt;br /&gt;YES! GO o7S204! WE ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;(X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we celebrated Anna's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Swensons...&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMMMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;But that fat fredrick.&lt;br /&gt;First he put his bag until no place then when he moved it away, he open his leg until so big...then me and yuling have to squeeze together.&lt;br /&gt;But not that I mind larh!&lt;br /&gt;LOL (HEH HEH HEH)&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was super lame cause we were passing messages here and there to anna.&lt;br /&gt;It was sooooo lame. Then when she heard what we were going to tell her, we changed to massage--to CHINESE!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after lunch, the gals went to the toilet and since me and yuling came out earlier, we decided to wait outside for the rest.&lt;br /&gt;And just nice, Goldheart was outside and yuling kept pointing to those rings and said&lt;br /&gt;"I WANT THAT ONE. NONO. THAT ONE!!"&lt;br /&gt;Until the sales person came out and wanted to promote the ring to us.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, after that, we went to watch Secret.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. It's super nice. You all must go watch!&lt;br /&gt;It's damn touching towards the end and  I can't believe I cried so many times larh.&lt;br /&gt;The last time I cried in the cinema was with brudder during that Adam Sandler movie. I think it's called switched.&lt;br /&gt;Yupp.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just go and watch secret.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm starting to like the piano again cuz of it.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;And I think that xiao yu is prettier than sky!&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what yuling thinks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. Wakeboarding's tmr.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm seriously so scared cuz I'm godsmack blind without my glasses.&lt;br /&gt;And Anqi's not going which means there won't be a huge pink balloon for me to spot.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-8837182982382925687?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/8837182982382925687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=8837182982382925687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/8837182982382925687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/8837182982382925687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/08/miranda-won.html' title='MIRANDA WON!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-1984491136851371840</id><published>2007-07-21T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:39:21.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THAT MUSIC THING!</title><content type='html'>Woooooooooh.&lt;br /&gt;This week has been really fun!&lt;br /&gt;I went to TM on wednesday with Annabella after hnf and we went to my favourite shop to buy my goo goo dolls cd!&lt;br /&gt;This is part of the conversation while I was paying for my cd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Long hair guy: Woah. This cd is very good! Very worth it. The dvd is VERY nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Me: Hmmm. Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Long hair guy (Asking the botak guy): Eh, what song on the cd nice arh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Botak guy: (thinks for a while) Arghh. I can't believe I can't remember what song is nice! (thinks some more) Oh...track six is nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Long hair guy: Yupp. Must listen horh. Very nice cd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Me: Okay. Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bala says that the two guys like me cause I always go to sembawang to buy my cds. Haha. I think I'm their regular customer man!&lt;br /&gt;It's so funny that the botak guy can remember the track number but not the title!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went home and I listened to "Listen" (that's what track six is called)&lt;br /&gt;And it's not bad larh. But I totally dig Give a Little Bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday day fun!&lt;br /&gt;Met up with brudder for that music thing and we had such a blast!&lt;br /&gt;Peep show played chasing cars and I went mad.&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I heard the guitar starting I was screaming CHASING CARS way before everyone knew that it was the song (the starting was like one note only. HAHA) [Totally reminded me of when I screamed when Sean was playing the intro to Wish You Were Here back in SAC. And I was the ONLY ONE screaming and melissa and the twins were all laughing at me after that. And Sean just kept looking at me throughout the entire song!]&lt;br /&gt;Brudder was kinda confused and when she heard the entire starting, she was like "wah...how you know xia!"&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I hear that song, I always think of Jon (and his super SEXY voice...lol)!&lt;br /&gt;Me and brudder were singing to the song like two mad women!&lt;br /&gt;And the last song they played was yellow and we sang that one like crazy too!&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. Gone were the days when we used to sing together everyday! :(&lt;br /&gt;Then while we left the hall, they played superman and we sang that too then brudder stopped halfway cause she didnt know the lyrics so I carried on and she was like SO SHOCKED that I know the entire lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Amelia asked me why I didn't join that music thing!&lt;br /&gt;Annabella asked me why I didn't join that music thing!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Like I can sing that well larh! I don't wanna embarrass myself in front of so many people.&lt;br /&gt;So much for Singapore Idoling in the bus and shaking my emo hair while singing that three doors down song! (Private joke between me and brudder and the auntie who laughed at us)&lt;br /&gt;But I did go home and when I was bathing, I was singing my guts out.&lt;br /&gt;I think the neighbours are gonna complain soon.&lt;br /&gt;And if they don't, then they better be prepared for next year when I buy my guitar and sing even more! AHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait three months for my Interpol cd! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Velvet Revolver now (all because of Jon) and all I can say is that they sound like Stone Temple Pilots. But what's so surprising when Scott Weiland is fronting VR! My favourite track from their contraband cd is still 'fall to pieces'. Slither's not bad too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. This is from Yuling and Zhiling&lt;br /&gt;the game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1) Each player of this game starts off by giving 6 weird things about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;2) Ppl who get tagged needs to write in their blog of their own weird things as well as state the rules clearly.&lt;br /&gt;3) In the end, you'll select 6 ppl to be tagged &amp; list their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 weird things abt me:&lt;br /&gt;1. I dread bathing but once I get wet, I don't wanna come out&lt;br /&gt;2. I buy a cd almost every week&lt;br /&gt;3. I used to love listening to britney spears (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;4. I started stuttering this year whenever I talk fast&lt;br /&gt;5. My calves are GINORMOUS and I dont know how they got that way!&lt;br /&gt;6. I sleep with 3 pillows, 2 bolsters,  4 cushions, 3 blankets and my eeyore every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The six people are: whoever who wants to do this thing. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-1984491136851371840?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/1984491136851371840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=1984491136851371840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/1984491136851371840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/1984491136851371840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/07/that-music-thing.html' title='THAT MUSIC THING!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-1680743627673575412</id><published>2007-07-14T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T23:56:56.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hairstyle Awards.</title><content type='html'>This entry is for my very dear friend Annabella who has an obssession with guys who have long hair.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjrUbRnKYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/A8IlyIBdvUE/s1600-h/jaredpadalecki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087074515266513282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjrUbRnKYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/A8IlyIBdvUE/s400/jaredpadalecki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjrUbRnKZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Sp6CPnbM7nI/s1600-h/jaredpadalecki2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087074515266513298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjrUbRnKZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Sp6CPnbM7nI/s400/jaredpadalecki2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jared Padalecki.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;What can I say? Now you know why I haven't missed a single episode of Supernatural yet. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjrUrRnKaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Q2v39o7D-O4/s1600-h/jon+bon+jovi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087074519561480610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjrUrRnKaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Q2v39o7D-O4/s400/jon+bon+jovi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jon Bon Jovi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Considering how old he is, I say he still looks damn good. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjrUrRnKbI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9zRLxsFb1O0/s1600-h/jonathan!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087074519561480626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjrUrRnKbI/AAAAAAAAAJE/9zRLxsFb1O0/s400/jonathan!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jonathan Leong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjrUrRnKcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/s3zyNFSvjOA/s1600-h/keith+urban.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087074519561480642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjrUrRnKcI/AAAAAAAAAJM/s3zyNFSvjOA/s400/keith+urban.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjsYbRnKdI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5Wa81GZwDSM/s1600-h/keith+urban2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087075683497617874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjsYbRnKdI/AAAAAAAAAJU/5Wa81GZwDSM/s400/keith+urban2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keith Urban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I like how the end of his hair curls out. Really cool. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087076396462189090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjtB7RnKiI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pQZoOJFdDsw/s400/Leven.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leven Wee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This one is purely for Annabella. We all know how much she LOVES his blonde locks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjsYrRnKeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZBmb4yo6fbM/s1600-h/Leven.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjsYrRnKfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/civrImgb3Tk/s1600-h/marty+casey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087075687792585202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjsYrRnKfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/civrImgb3Tk/s400/marty+casey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjsYrRnKgI/AAAAAAAAAJs/FZGmd6Wen9o/s1600-h/marty+casey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087075687792585218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjsYrRnKgI/AAAAAAAAAJs/FZGmd6Wen9o/s400/marty+casey2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087076976282774162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjtjrRnKpI/AAAAAAAAAK0/DA-d-ifQ_s0/s400/the+lovehammers15.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marty Casey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My FAVOURITE guy from Rockstar:INXS.&lt;br /&gt;The expression on his face in the second pic is priceless!&lt;br /&gt;And the third pic is my favourite cause of the hat. He looks so stylish for a rocker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjsYrRnKhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CNpZzFRqmDc/s1600-h/milo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087075687792585234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjsYrRnKhI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CNpZzFRqmDc/s400/milo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjtB7RnKjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YdMmu4lHlsM/s1600-h/milo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087076396462189106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjtB7RnKjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/YdMmu4lHlsM/s400/milo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Milo Ventimiglia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;If you find him familiar looking, that's because he was in Fergie's Big Girls Don't Cry vid.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what happened to his hair in the second pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjtCLRnKkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/agKvA_JFuxc/s1600-h/reverie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087076400757156418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjtCLRnKkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/agKvA_JFuxc/s400/reverie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjtCLRnKlI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9VrStaxMr4E/s1600-h/reverie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087076400757156434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjtCLRnKlI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9VrStaxMr4E/s400/reverie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Shane&lt;/strong&gt; from Reverie.&lt;br /&gt;Middle in the first pic and second from left in the second pic. I bet Bala will love his blonde fringe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087076971987806834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjtjbRnKnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N7PAN7_hBr4/s400/Sean2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjtCbRnKmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vuq7oYyG8CU/s1600-h/Sean.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087076405052123746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjtCbRnKmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Vuq7oYyG8CU/s400/Sean.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sean Cheng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that he looks so &lt;em&gt;tao&lt;/em&gt; when he doesn't smile but when he smiles, he looks like a little boy!&lt;br /&gt;And I purposely put this picture to remind Bala about UBBY.&lt;br /&gt;And I just realised Sean looks like Wind in the first pic! LOL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjtjbRnKoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/C2h87VqZhKU/s1600-h/the+fray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087076971987806850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="168" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjtjbRnKoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/C2h87VqZhKU/s400/the+fray.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Dave Welsh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Last guy from the left.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The pic's abit blur but his hair is actually quite nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUP. So that's it for this entry. I actually had a lot more guys in mind but I was too lazy to find their pics so gyea. (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-1680743627673575412?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/1680743627673575412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=1680743627673575412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/1680743627673575412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/1680743627673575412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/07/hairstyle-awards.html' title='The Hairstyle Awards.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpjrUbRnKYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/A8IlyIBdvUE/s72-c/jaredpadalecki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844431.post-8100526293952128808</id><published>2007-07-12T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T22:45:10.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the new reverie</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Oh no. I have become outdated with information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I just visited reverie's site and I just learnt that they've got TWO new members.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;DANG and SU! Dang's playing the guitar and Su's singing. He's taking over from Jon. I think that's actually quite sad. I was seriously hoping Jon would stay with reverie cause I thought they were such a cool band! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Anyways. Look at Jon's birthday cake. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086320327599270258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpY9Y7RnKXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/oEH6RGOCNfo/s400/jon%27s+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm jealous!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-8100526293952128808?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/8100526293952128808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=8100526293952128808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/8100526293952128808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/8100526293952128808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-reverie.html' title='the new reverie'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RpY9Y7RnKXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/oEH6RGOCNfo/s72-c/jon%27s+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844431.post-8706366684653238023</id><published>2007-07-05T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T20:23:04.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of term three.&lt;br /&gt;We got back some of our papers today.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, my results suck.&lt;br /&gt;I need just half a freaking mark to get a subpass for Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;ME. Nedding half a mark to get a subpass.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be the first in level for Chemistry in secondary school and now I can't even get a freaking subpass.&lt;br /&gt;Like OH AM GEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;You know what's so uncanny?&lt;br /&gt;If you add up all my marks for all the papers that I've gotten back so far, it's the same as Anna's!&lt;br /&gt;We got the same marks for Chemistry and she got one more mark than me for Physics but I got one more mark in GP.&lt;br /&gt;So gyea. It wa spretty much quite freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Tomorrow's FRIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;Which means the usual meeting with BRUDDER (!!!!!!!!) and Bala.&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;And after that, I'm gonna watch TRANSFORMERS with Brandon and Dad! (HOPEFULLY)&lt;br /&gt;And I've got so much work to finish before Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED to finish everything by saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;Cause LIVE EARTH's gonna be on and I intend to watch almost the whole programme.&lt;br /&gt;24 HOURS of good music and stuff so I don't wanna give it a miss.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I need to support Bono!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a rumour going on in class that one of my classmate is Jon's cousin!&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna ask Jon about this soon.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, then what about Lyndon!&lt;br /&gt;His surname is also the same as Jon's and the best thing is, he looks like Jon.&lt;br /&gt;HMMM&lt;br /&gt;Somethings brewing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='View image detail';return true;" title="View image detail" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="javascript:popDetail("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='View image detail';return true;" title="View image detail" onmouseout="window.status='';" href="javascript:popDetail("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Like the little school mate in the school yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We'll play jacks and uno cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'll be your best friend and you'll be my Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes you can hold my hand if you want to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause I want to hold yours too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-8706366684653238023?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/8706366684653238023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=8706366684653238023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/8706366684653238023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/8706366684653238023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-day-of-term-three.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-7079811910166846801</id><published>2007-07-03T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T18:03:07.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not easy to be me</title><content type='html'>OH WOW.&lt;br /&gt;CHIENSE ORALS ARE FINALLY OVER.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I don't have to worry about not pronouncing words correctly!&lt;br /&gt;The examiners were even quite nice and they were smiling at me all the way through.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's because they know that one more person to go and they can go home!&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Can you all please help me to do a survey for my PW? (If you haven't already done so)&lt;br /&gt;It's at &lt;a href="http://www.smart-survey.co.uk/v.asp?i=2235prhtb"&gt;http://www.smart-survey.co.uk/v.asp?i=2235prhtb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupp. Thanks so much!&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And you can do it as many times as you wish to! *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;And thank god for youtube cause now, I don't have to pay US$1.95 for every episode of LPTV!&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;I'm up to episode 9 and it's been hilarious all the way.&lt;br /&gt;The funniest part was when Mr Hahn was talking to chester and Mike in that fake British accent.&lt;br /&gt;It was so funneh.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brudder invited me to her church on Saturday for this special superhero-themed event.&lt;br /&gt;And it was preetty cool!&lt;br /&gt;Especially the singing part.&lt;br /&gt;AHAH.&lt;br /&gt;That guy can sing really well!&lt;br /&gt;And after he sang superman, that song was stuck in my head for DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;And I should have went to simpang with brudder after that cause I went home and ended up eating maggie mee.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks brudder, for that interesting night! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't stand to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not that naive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just out to find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The better part of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm more than a bird&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm more than a plane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm more than some pretty face beside a train&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's not easy to be me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish that I could cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fall upon my knees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find a way to lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;About a home I'll never see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It may sound absurd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But don't be naive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even heroes have the right to bleed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may be disturbed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But won't you concede &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even heroes have the right to dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's not easy to be me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Up up and away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Away from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, it's all right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can all sleep sound tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't stand to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not that naive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Men weren't meant to ride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With clouds between their knees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm only a man &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a silly red sheet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diggin' for kryptonite &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On this one way street&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm only a man &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a funny red sheet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lookin for special things &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm only a man &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a funny red sheet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I"m only a man lookin' for a dream &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm only a man &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a funny red sheet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not easy to be me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-7079811910166846801?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/7079811910166846801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=7079811910166846801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/7079811910166846801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/7079811910166846801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-not-easy-to-be-me.html' title='It&apos;s not easy to be me'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-1961812820838003329</id><published>2007-06-30T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T15:07:24.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HEART JON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RoYA4TqSruI/AAAAAAAAAIc/JSl1BVUf10U/s1600-h/i+heart+jon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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AHAHAHA. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-1961812820838003329?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/1961812820838003329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=1961812820838003329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/1961812820838003329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/1961812820838003329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-heart-jon.html' title='I HEART JON'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RoYA4TqSruI/AAAAAAAAAIc/JSl1BVUf10U/s72-c/i+heart+jon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844431.post-8981383813838388087</id><published>2007-06-29T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:05:20.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY! SAKAE CAMPUS!</title><content type='html'>WOOOHOOOOOOO. (imagine blur's song 2 playing)&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel right now!&lt;br /&gt;The exams are finally over!&lt;br /&gt;Even though I got owned by almost all of the exams, I'm just glad I made it through the exams.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHH. And I caught about two hours of the 2007 x games and WOW.&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching only the rollerblading category of the x games for the past few years but yesterday, I got to watch the bike park and the skateboarding one and WOW.&lt;br /&gt;It was so EFFING COOL.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime they go up in the air and do their tricks, my heart just stopped short and wondered whether they were gonna make it.&lt;br /&gt;It was just so exhilarating!&lt;br /&gt;Even though I was watching it from home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;br /&gt;There's a SAKAE CAMPUS in our canteen!&lt;br /&gt;Like wth larh.&lt;br /&gt;I think Amelia will just come to mjc to eat lunch every friday already!&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought another 2 cds yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;And that makes it five cds in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE OHMYGOD RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;I spent almost a hundred bucks on cds in two freakin weeks.&lt;br /&gt;But I think it was pretty much quite worth the money.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, when I reached home and took out the skin and bones cd (foo fighters!) from the case, and put it in the player, the first song kept stopping and getting stuck.&lt;br /&gt;And that was when I realised the bottom side of the cd was quite badly scratched.&lt;br /&gt;So I called up the people from MJ and they said I gotta wait till maybe wednesday to change the cd. RAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the reason why I like music so much and why I buy so many cds can be attributed to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;If my dad didn't like listening to music, my life would be kinda quite sad.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz my mum doesnt really listen to music and if my dad dint listen to music as well, life would be kinda quite quiet.&lt;br /&gt;And I think my dad listening to all kinds of genres of music is also a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;He kinda exposed me to the different kinds of music out there.&lt;br /&gt;Like new age.&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha. If weren't for his kevin kern cd, I'd probably be clueless about new age.&lt;br /&gt;And My dad is just so cool.&lt;br /&gt;He actually bought Led Zep's cd to listen to and he came home doing some air guitar.&lt;br /&gt;It was so cute! =D&lt;br /&gt;And he listens to classic rock too.&lt;br /&gt;I mean how many people can say they know deep purple or CCR (creedence clearwater revival) cause of their dads!&lt;br /&gt;And my dad doesnt really care what kind of music I listen to.&lt;br /&gt;That's good cause he doesn't limit me listening to only some genres.&lt;br /&gt;And he's totally aware of my love for rock.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, he bought me my first rock cd!&lt;br /&gt;LINKIN PARK.&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha. I remeber I went for tuition and when he came to picked me up, hybrid theory was playing in the car and I was like OMG.&lt;br /&gt;And if you think my cd collection is massive, wait till you see his!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY DAD! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-8981383813838388087?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/8981383813838388087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=8981383813838388087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/8981383813838388087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/8981383813838388087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/06/yay-sakae-campus.html' title='YAY! SAKAE CAMPUS!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-1324731955434919171</id><published>2007-06-24T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T12:59:07.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish me luck!</title><content type='html'>Brudder and I had our brudderly meeting on thursday!&lt;br /&gt;And I bought THREE cds.&lt;br /&gt;Like OMG.&lt;br /&gt;And I just realised that the guy who used to work in Cineleisure's Sembawang now works in the outlet at Century Square.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;And he's such a nice guy!&lt;br /&gt;He intro-ed me to the magic numbers' cd.&lt;br /&gt;And it's totally not bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't wait for the next brudderly meeting! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry MYE is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't started studying.&lt;br /&gt;OH CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Seow Hong says I cannot fail physics and maths.&lt;br /&gt;Like omg larh.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even think I can get a subpass.&lt;br /&gt;And yet he wants me not to fail!&lt;br /&gt;This is called adding pressure.&lt;br /&gt;OHHH. PRESSURE.&lt;br /&gt;Pressure&lt;br /&gt;=force/area&lt;br /&gt;=(mass x accelaration)/area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry hair. Check.&lt;br /&gt;Chapped lips. Check.&lt;br /&gt;Running nose. Check.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like I have to shit every half an hour. Check.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm officially stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the bright side, after 4 days, I'm free! Except for the fact that I've got Chinese orals. Which I'm totally gonna flunk!&lt;br /&gt;I need my chinese speaking friends!&lt;br /&gt;Not going to school for one month=not speaking chinese for one month=BAD chinese&lt;br /&gt;OH NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISH ME LUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-1324731955434919171?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/1324731955434919171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=1324731955434919171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/1324731955434919171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/1324731955434919171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/06/wish-me-luck.html' title='wish me luck!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-3423004483262642582</id><published>2007-06-19T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T15:46:39.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the music quiz</title><content type='html'>Well, I was kinda bored and I saw this on Dani's blog so I thought "what the hell, let's just do it for fun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC QUIZ&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesnt make sense. NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 5 ppl at their tagboard to ask them to do this!&lt;br /&gt;5. Bold the questions and with the answers, give your own comments on how it relates to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'll Make Love To You--Boys II Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;AHAH! No...I assure you, I'm ANYTHING but horny today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Will you get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Straight As An Arrow--The Lovehammers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Okay. So maybe I will, since I'm dead straight. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What is your best friend's theme song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I Can't Get No Satisfaction--The Rolling Stones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh wow. Can't get satisfaction in what aspects? LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What is the story of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Photograph--Jamie Cullum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Okay. So the story of my life can be seen through all my photographs. At least that makes sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What was primary school like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Naive--The Kooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yupp. I was very naive back then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;How can you get ahead in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Torture Me--The Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ERMMM. OKAAAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Say You, Say Me--Lional Richie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oooohhhh. YES. We LOVE to GOSSIP! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What is in store for this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Last Night--P Diddy &amp; Keisha Cole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So I'll be doing what I did last night? Watching TV? I don't mind that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What song describes you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Everybody's Changing--Keane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Okay. So everyone's changing. But what about ME?! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;How is your life going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Remember The Name--Fort Minor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;YES. REMEMBER IT. Cause people keep pronouncing my name wrongly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What I like About You--The Romantics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh wow. It's kinda a happy song to play at my funeral isn't it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Out of the Shadows--Sarah McLachlan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So I've come clean about myself? But I haven't been hiding anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Will you have a happy life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Addicted--Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It doesn't sound happy to me. And why would I be addicted to anything! EWWW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What do your friends really think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Faint--Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;OMG. You mean they faint when they think of me? That isn't good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Or do they have faint impressions of me? Either way, it isn't good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ain't No Other Man--Christina Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Well, I don't know if others lust after me but this makes it clear that I don't lust after anyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;If The Rain Must Fall--James Morrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So I'm only happy when it rain? Sounds awfully similar to a cranberries song! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What should you do with your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;World On Fire--Sarah McLachlan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HAHAH! You mean I should set everything on fire and become a crazy arsonist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Will you ever have children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Imagine--John Lennon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh. So if YOU think I will have children then I will! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELLS. This has been fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-3423004483262642582?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/3423004483262642582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=3423004483262642582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/3423004483262642582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/3423004483262642582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/06/music-quiz.html' title='the music quiz'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-6734454374077151903</id><published>2007-06-17T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T19:03:38.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's time to MUG</title><content type='html'>Santeria has been stuck in my head for DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;And I've been singing it every half an hour!&lt;br /&gt;And it's such a fun song to just listen and go crazy dancing to!&lt;br /&gt;It's just so funky  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't practice santeria &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got no crystal ball&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had a million dollars but I'd spend it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could find that heina and that sancho that she's found&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd pop a cap in sancho and I'd smack her down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I really wanna say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't say it's love I need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But my soul will have to wait till I get back and find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heina of my own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daddy's gonna love one and all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel the break and I got to live it out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swear that I really wanna know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I really wanna say is I got mine and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I make it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, I'm comin' up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell sanchito that if he knows what is good for him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He best go run and hide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daddy's got a new .45&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I won't think twice to put that barrel straight down sancho's throat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe me when I say that I got somethin for his punk ass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I really wanna say is there's just one way back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll make it but my soul will have to wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I've decided that I should start everyday with a good start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that means listening to good songs!&lt;br /&gt;Songs that put me in a gooooood mood!&lt;br /&gt;Like Patience (george michael) or SANTERIA (sublime) or Shooting Star (bad company).&lt;br /&gt;Songs that just makes me smile everytime I hear them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;There's one more week till the exams and even though I've read through my notes, I just dont feel like I've started studying at all.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;I just found out how much more effort I have to put into Maths if not I wont even be able to get a subpass.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. This coming from a straight-A amaths student.&lt;br /&gt;But that's just the harsh reality of JC.&lt;br /&gt;In secondary school, I could just study 1 day before the exams and get at least a B.&lt;br /&gt;But in JC, I study weeks before the exams and I have no confidence at all about PASSING.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna start studying.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to seriously sit down and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MUG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-6734454374077151903?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/6734454374077151903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=6734454374077151903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/6734454374077151903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/6734454374077151903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-time-to-mug.html' title='it&apos;s time to MUG'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-1401603610415891104</id><published>2007-06-13T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T16:12:59.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i rock because i am</title><content type='html'>I just spent the entire morning watching through some of my favourite performances from rockstar INXS and supernova and I was so wowed over.&lt;br /&gt;The fact is that I've watched these vids SOOOOO many times before but whenever I watch them, I go crazy over them all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Songs like dilana's Zombie, Cats In The Cradle and Lithium just gave me chills!&lt;br /&gt;And I watched JD's performances and well, I'm now okay with him winning INXS.&lt;br /&gt;But I still wanted Marty to win.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I'm not complaining cause now, Marty has the Lovehammers. And they rock BIG TIME. (:&lt;br /&gt;And even though I didnt like Mig's shirt-ripping anthics, I still loved his version of Kiss From A Rose.&lt;br /&gt;And Marty...what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;He made me love I, Alone and got me into listening to Live.&lt;br /&gt;And I still love Josh's funk/soul-rock vibe.&lt;br /&gt;He was totally not suitable for Supernova but he was still an amazing singer.&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I can't wait for a new season of Rockstar!&lt;br /&gt;I really really can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, the rockers on rockstar are anytime SOOOO much better than the singers on AI.&lt;br /&gt;Yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I ROCK because I am"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-1401603610415891104?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844431.post-4858365771710245675</id><published>2007-06-06T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T18:58:52.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out of reach</title><content type='html'>Knew the signs wasn't right&lt;br /&gt;I was stupid for a while&lt;br /&gt;Swept away by you&lt;br /&gt;And now I feel like a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So confused&lt;br /&gt;My heart's bruised&lt;br /&gt;Was I ever loved by you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach&lt;br /&gt;So far&lt;br /&gt;I never had your heart&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;We were never meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch myself from despair&lt;br /&gt;I could drown if I stay here&lt;br /&gt;Keeping busy everyday&lt;br /&gt;I know I will be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was so confused&lt;br /&gt;My heart's bruised&lt;br /&gt;Was I ever loved by you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach&lt;br /&gt;So far&lt;br /&gt;I never had your heart&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;We were never meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much hurt, so much pain&lt;br /&gt;Takes a while to regain&lt;br /&gt;What is lost inside&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that in time&lt;br /&gt;You'll be out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm so confused,&lt;br /&gt;My heart's bruised&lt;br /&gt;Was I ever loved by you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach&lt;br /&gt;So far&lt;br /&gt;I never had your heart&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;We were never meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of reach&lt;br /&gt;So far&lt;br /&gt;You never gave your heart&lt;br /&gt;In my reach&lt;br /&gt;I can see&lt;br /&gt;There's a life out there for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-4858365771710245675?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/4858365771710245675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=4858365771710245675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/4858365771710245675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/4858365771710245675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/06/out-of-reach.html' title='out of reach'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-3984836602138743739</id><published>2007-06-02T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T03:28:24.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new skin!</title><content type='html'>YAY! Just did a new skin!&lt;br /&gt;YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;I kinda got sick of everyone saying&lt;br /&gt;"YEEEE. CALLISTO!"&lt;br /&gt;everytime they see my blog for the first time when I had my previous skin.&lt;br /&gt;So I made a new one!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-3984836602138743739?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/3984836602138743739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=3984836602138743739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/3984836602138743739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/3984836602138743739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-skin.html' title='new skin!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-734001858361608841</id><published>2007-06-02T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T02:03:15.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rad hair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I need a new haircut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I just found a really nice hairstyle that I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's almost the same as the one that I have now except one side's shorter than the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071150198314752850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RmBYPL0z21I/AAAAAAAAAIE/GS64BkxV67U/s400/radhair2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Front view&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071150198314752866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RmBYPL0z22I/AAAAAAAAAIM/PD5LNLDuiHA/s400/radhair3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Side view&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071150194019785538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RmBYO70z20I/AAAAAAAAAH8/WMXW3NH1oYo/s400/radhair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The other side view&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. That's Rihanna by the way, in case you find her looking awfully familiar. I was watching TRL the other day and I totally fell in love with her hair! It pretty much looks similar to my hairstyle except my hair is longer on both sides but shorter at the back. I guess this means I've gotta keep my fringe longer (to the horror of my mum)! Oh wells. I guess I'll just chop one side first and see how it looks. If it sucks, I'll just chop the other side and then let my hair grow again! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me: Have you been to the new gramaphone in taka? They have like tons of ipods there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dani: Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me: Yeah. You know those bulky cd players that you can test the music? Well, they've all been replaced with IPODS! I swear apple must have sponsored all the ipods!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dani: Either that or someone from gramaphone slept with someone from apple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071156821154323314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RmBeQr0z23I/AAAAAAAAAIU/SWPYX2zxTlI/s320/P1010588.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;We LUUUURVE our JOHNNY DEPP!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;I feel so evil cuz I asked Zhiling not to put this picture on her blog and now I'm putting it on mine. But hey, I couldn't resist the sizzling Johnny Depp! (:&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Zhiling! ahahaha&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-734001858361608841?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/734001858361608841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=734001858361608841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/734001858361608841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/734001858361608841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-jon-anyways-i-need-new.html' title='rad hair!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RmBYPL0z21I/AAAAAAAAAIE/GS64BkxV67U/s72-c/radhair2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844431.post-7574707857328228266</id><published>2007-05-30T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T18:26:00.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>07S204's very first class outing!</title><content type='html'>Monday was the GP exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when the exams are nearing, the colours come out to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rl1AeCoZ-9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/vEUrLuAKeIo/s1600-h/DSC00271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070279640335645650" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rl1AeCoZ-9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/vEUrLuAKeIo/s320/DSC00271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And after the papers, was LEARNING JOURNEY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Changi Airport and not surprisingly, the only thing we learnt was that it's very worth to eat the family combo when you go to swensens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We basically spent all our time at the airport eating.&lt;br /&gt;Then we proceeded to Shaw to catch PIRATES!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rl0_vioZ-5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/zJbmupPP7ns/s1600-h/DSC00274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070278841471728530" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rl0_vioZ-5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/zJbmupPP7ns/s320/DSC00274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yuling and I. And her yellow and green hairclips. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rl1AeioZ_AI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ut62TQWCmHM/s1600-h/P1010577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070279648925580290" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rl1AeioZ_AI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ut62TQWCmHM/s320/P1010577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rl0_vioZ-6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/jyN8w5Jw1JE/s1600-h/DSC00276.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls of 07S204 minus Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rl0_vioZ-6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/jyN8w5Jw1JE/s1600-h/DSC00276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070278841471728546" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rl0_vioZ-6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/jyN8w5Jw1JE/s320/DSC00276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rl0_vCoZ-4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/6ZQY7e4GQdo/s1600-h/DSC00273.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheryl and I. My head looks so much bigger than Cheryl's! LOL. And OMG. Is that the creepy lady in upper right corner of the picture?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rl0_vCoZ-4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/6ZQY7e4GQdo/s1600-h/DSC00273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070278832881793922" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rl0_vCoZ-4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/6ZQY7e4GQdo/s320/DSC00273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Courtesy of Changi Airport's toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rl1AeioZ_BI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dEtupXz_p44/s1600-h/P1010585.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rl1AeioZ_BI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dEtupXz_p44/s1600-h/P1010585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070279648925580306" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rl1AeioZ_BI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dEtupXz_p44/s320/P1010585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. My phone's camera suck. Despite it being 3.2 mp. Next time I'm bringing a proper camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rl0_vyoZ-7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/LbTJtvN3KLg/s1600-h/DSC00277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070278845766695858" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rl0_vyoZ-7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/LbTJtvN3KLg/s320/DSC00277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Courtesy of Bugis' toilet. (I looks so weird in the pic!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me: JOHNNY DEPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;zhiling: JACK SPARROW!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me: JOHNNY DEPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;zhiling: JACK SPARROW!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me:HAIYOHHHH. SAME PERSON LARH!!!! Johnny Depp is Jack Sparow and Jack Sparow is Johnny Depp larh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;both of us: yar horh....(giggles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As expected, PIRATES rocked like hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially Johnny Depp!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was just really funny and charismatic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when Keith Richards came out, I was like so shocked cause Jack Sparrow was a really good adaptation of the rock legend himself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the explanation for the nine of the eight pieces being total junk was really funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the Indian man with the helium voice made the entire cinema laugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really cool to watch a movie with the whole j1 cohort cause this way, you get to clap and cheer at the really funny or nice parts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like when Orlando Bloom porposed to Keira Knightley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or when Johnny Depp's name flashed during the credits!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's definitely an experience that I'll NEVER forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat beside Zhiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we were laughing throughout the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Zhiling and I should become movie buddies and watch movies together cause everything we do so, we always end up in lots of laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070279640335645666" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rl1AeCoZ--I/AAAAAAAAAG0/Mpg7wb6xXE0/s320/DSC00279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheryl took this picture in the cinema. She claims it's a piece of abstract art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rl0_wSoZ-8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/BA4ZWqddBaA/s1600-h/DSC00280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070278854356630466" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rl0_wSoZ-8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/BA4ZWqddBaA/s320/DSC00280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my new movie buddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Mr Soh treated us to dinner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY. THANK YOU MR SOH!!! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while we were eating, the people near the TVs were watching Mr Bean as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we were laughing like crazy and telling each other what was gonna happen next!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rl1AsSoZ_CI/AAAAAAAAAHU/8v55OUiwVwA/s1600-h/P1010598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070279885148781602" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rl1AsSoZ_CI/AAAAAAAAAHU/8v55OUiwVwA/s320/P1010598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rl1AsSoZ_DI/AAAAAAAAAHc/76wET5v37QU/s1600-h/P1010599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070279885148781618" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rl1AsSoZ_DI/AAAAAAAAAHc/76wET5v37QU/s320/P1010599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yuling makes the fork seem so tasty! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We should have more class outings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, SHREK 3 ANYONE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ZHILING! I want the pics of you and me reaching for Johnny Depp horh! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YULING! Quick go post your pics on your blog! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rl1AeSoZ-_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/1kjkO6y2rWU/s1600-h/DSC00281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070279644630612978" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rl1AeSoZ-_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/1kjkO6y2rWU/s320/DSC00281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH MAN. This watermelon brings back so much memories from sec 4! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-7574707857328228266?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/7574707857328228266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=7574707857328228266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/7574707857328228266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/7574707857328228266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/05/07s204s-very-first-class-outing.html' title='07S204&apos;s very first class outing!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rl1AeCoZ-9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/vEUrLuAKeIo/s72-c/DSC00271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844431.post-7711288492662496420</id><published>2007-05-20T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T03:09:05.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogger's torturing me...</title><content type='html'>WAH LAO&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn angry with blogger.&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy designing the blog for my GPP.&lt;br /&gt;I've sat in front of this bloody computer since 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;So if you didnt fail your maths, it would be SIX HOURS now.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I edit the template, they say that some of my tags aren't close.&lt;br /&gt;So the template can't be previewed nor saved.&lt;br /&gt;So I was so pissed that I tried it on this blog and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;It worked!&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to the new blog and it didnt work again!&lt;br /&gt;So I took this template and pasted it into the new blog but it didn't work too.&lt;br /&gt;How can this template work on this blog but not on the other?!&lt;br /&gt;And one works perfectly while the other keeps popping up with messages prompting me to close my tags.&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Blogger's being such an asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-7711288492662496420?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/7711288492662496420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=7711288492662496420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/7711288492662496420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/7711288492662496420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/05/bloggers-torturing-me.html' title='blogger&apos;s torturing me...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-6726794588838613190</id><published>2007-05-19T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T00:41:17.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>安静</title><content type='html'>FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN BREATHE.&lt;br /&gt;Just finished doing my GPP draft 2.&lt;br /&gt;It was a mad rush since 7.30pm larh!&lt;br /&gt;And my stupid internet wanted to play punk with me and decided to cock up.&lt;br /&gt;I was so bloody angry with it just now.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it got working again.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;I feel so happy that my GPP members did some work this week.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;They all actually sent me their work like quite early on leh. And the only reason why I just submitted the GPP to gurdish is because I was studying the whole week and I didnt have time to do GPP.&lt;br /&gt;Heh Heh Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, went to TPJC today to wait for Amelia.&lt;br /&gt;She got her library president to escort me to the library leh!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Then the stupid vice-president-to-be chased me out.&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. and Amelia felt so bad that she made me wait that she treated me to lunch!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;THANKS BRUDDER! LOVE YA!&lt;br /&gt;And we went to collect my LP cd today.&lt;br /&gt;The poster is DAMN HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;My dad warned me not to paste it on my wall but who cares!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna paste in on my wall!&lt;br /&gt;I must redeclare my love for LP.&lt;br /&gt;Especially ROB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of funny things happened this week.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I didn't get short listed for the exco position so I went to the gym so prepared to vote for young seng, nicholas, weilin and shihan. Then, henry called me one side and then he said damn soft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Erm, actually, you got shortlisted leh. I forgot to write your name down. Paiseh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH!&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought he was gonna call me to guard the door and make sure the nominees dont come into the gym.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Then he asked me to do an impromptu speech.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE OMG.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I was from drama! Thank god for all those improvisation lessons!&lt;br /&gt;So I just anyhow hum tum lorh. Just repeated what I said during the interview...&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get into the EXCO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Even though I will not become captain, I think treasurer (I hope!) will be good enough.&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm in the EXCO.&lt;br /&gt;But if suay suay never get in then at least I have NE rep!&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Amelia's president likes her. I cannot stand him.&lt;br /&gt;He actually followed us around TM and CS.&lt;br /&gt;I really think he likes her.&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Amelia has an admirer!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;你要我说多难堪 我根本不想分开 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;为什么还要我用微笑来带过 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;我没有这种天份 包容你也接受他 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;不用担心的太多 我会一直好好过 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;你已经远远离开 我也会慢慢走开 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;为什么我连分开都迁就着你 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;我真的没有天份 安静的没这么快 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;我会学着放弃你 是因为我太爱你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-6726794588838613190?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/6726794588838613190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=6726794588838613190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/6726794588838613190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/6726794588838613190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post_19.html' title='安静'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-7183459948127301255</id><published>2007-05-13T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T16:19:14.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wash my doubts away</title><content type='html'>Friday:&lt;br /&gt;5 stations were quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;But I missed my A for inclined pull up by 2 pull ups! RAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;But my standing broad jump was such a shocker.&lt;br /&gt;The first time I jumped, I did the double jump then just before the moment I landed, Aidil said "FOUL" and gave me a shock that I almost fell when I landed.&lt;br /&gt;Then the second time, just before I took off, I kepy looking at the blue tape on the mat that indicates the distance the guys must jump and then boooooooooom.&lt;br /&gt;I landed on 184cm!&lt;br /&gt;WOAH!&lt;br /&gt;I haven't jumped that far in like 3 years!&lt;br /&gt;Shuttle ran was such a disappointment. I missed B by o.1 second!&lt;br /&gt;And I absolutely love sit and reach.&lt;br /&gt;I broke my last year's record of 53cm cause this year, I stretch 54cm!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Sit ups were as normal larh. Nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;But then I was damn nervous about my 2.4km timing and the whole day I was worrying whether I had to re-run the damn thing so after school, I went to the PE department to ask for my timing and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I passed ON THE DOT.&lt;br /&gt;17 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;One second more and I would have to re-run.&lt;br /&gt;Like total proness right?&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Yu Ling made me gobble down my wanton mee in 10 mins so we could go for the CG meeting thing and the best thing was, we went into 3 wrong rooms before finding the right one.&lt;br /&gt;It was so embarrassing cause the teachers were having a meeting in LT2 and the both of us just barged into LT2 and we even made eye contact with gurdish!&lt;br /&gt;There's was even this teacher who signalled us to get out! OMG.&lt;br /&gt;It was so embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to eat lunch and I saw Annabella so I ran to her and she told me about this worm that was inside her cabbage and at that moment, gabriel was walking past us and I said damn loud: OMG. YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. So disguisting!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And I think he turned around to look at us.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then the gals of HnF met up and sat around the canteen gossipping and then we moved to the holding room for more gossip.&lt;br /&gt;I was damn nervous in the holding room larh then when jonathan called my name, Yu Ling and I did our super lame handshake thingie then I went for my interview for CCA EXCO.&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAO.&lt;br /&gt;The questions they ask arh, so lame.&lt;br /&gt;Then whatever I say, they use to rebutt me and defend themselves.&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;Then whenever jonathan asked me a question, I wanted to laugh!&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I see his face only arh, I will start laughing to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Then shark fin ask me question and he keep smiling.&lt;br /&gt;Damn funny lorh.&lt;br /&gt;Then when I was answering Naresh's question, he kept looking behind me so I thought 'what's behind me?!' and I turned around halfway while answering his question!&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I shouldn't have done that larh!&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered that day got this teacher asked me and Yu Ling whether we got towels to sell when we were doing gym duty so I casually mentioned that we have to buy towels.&lt;br /&gt;Then someone said&lt;br /&gt;'Last time, we actually have towels one larh. Then people kept stealing them. And we lost quite a lot of money.'&lt;br /&gt;Like who the hell would wanna steal towels larh!&lt;br /&gt;And obviously you should lock the towels up right!&lt;br /&gt;OMG. You mean that has never occurred to you GUYS meh?&lt;br /&gt;That's why I said right at the beginning of the interview&lt;br /&gt;'There's a lot of guys running for EXCO this year so I thought as a girl I should give it a try. Cause girls are equally as capable as guys, if not, no offence (cause all the people interviewing me were guys), even MORE CAPABLE.'&lt;br /&gt;HAH. And I saw Naresh nodding his head at the corner of my eye when I said that!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Then Annabella, Amelia and I headed to TM for our usual bonding session and Ubby was working again so Bala was generally quite happy.&lt;br /&gt;Then we met joycelyn and the twins!&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;And the twins started to mess my hair up again.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;Just like the way they always did last year!&lt;br /&gt;It sure brought back memories!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;They were so funny larh.&lt;br /&gt;They said they would think of me when they watch rockstar!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I Pre-ordered Minutes to Midnight!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till tmr!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna paste my LP poster somewhere somewhere in my room.&lt;br /&gt;I must find space.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. There's even an LP poster on the inside of the door of my closet larh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;What was supposed to be a class outing became an outing for the 5 gals.&lt;br /&gt;Zhiling, Yu Ling, Wei Fang, WeiQi and I went to watch spiderman 3!&lt;br /&gt;Woots!&lt;br /&gt;We sat in the 3rd row from the front so during the fighting scenes, the screen was very blurry and pixelised and the images were so big that we all got a bit giddy watching the people fight.&lt;br /&gt;And sitting next to Zhiling was damn funny! Especially during this dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry's butler: I loved your father.&lt;br /&gt;Zhiling: GASP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(I looked at her and we started to giggle)&lt;br /&gt;Harry's butler: Like I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: GASP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Zhiling and I giggle even more!)&lt;br /&gt;Yu Ling: These kinda moments you're supposed to be touched, not giggling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when Harry kissed MJ, Zhiling used the popcorn to cover her eyes and kept saying&lt;br /&gt;'NOOOOOOO! Spiderman!!!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;I swear, it was so damn hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went to the arcade after the show and played air hockey and I have to say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;BEWARE OF YU LING. SHE HURTS PEOPLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. She and I were on the same team and we were both using our right hands to hold the thingie.&lt;br /&gt;And she used her thingie to hit down and kiapped my hand between it and the board.&lt;br /&gt;WAH BIANG.&lt;br /&gt;It was so FREAKING painful can!&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this internal-bleeding-cum-blood-clot thing below my skin cause the skin didnt break.&lt;br /&gt;It's still there now and now, there's even a bruise around the area.&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;The we went to play house of the dead.&lt;br /&gt;It was actually quite fun!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna get into EXCO.&lt;br /&gt;RAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;If I don't get in, I'll be SUPER sad larh.&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted to become captain since febuary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Your love's like a summer rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It washes my my doubts away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-7183459948127301255?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/7183459948127301255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=7183459948127301255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/7183459948127301255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/7183459948127301255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/05/wash-my-doubts-away.html' title='wash my doubts away'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-7492904071174504967</id><published>2007-05-11T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T00:26:40.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jonathan wasnt on tv!</title><content type='html'>YAY.&lt;br /&gt;I just finished the first draft of my GPP.&lt;br /&gt;And I realised that I did most of the work in there.&lt;br /&gt;Next time, I'm gonna assign everyone more work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I got cheated by my father.&lt;br /&gt;My dad knew I was in my room supposed to be studying but I wasn't and he was watching the tellie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(suddenly)&lt;br /&gt;Dad: JONATHAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHERE?!&lt;br /&gt;(runs to his room just in time to see him switch the channel)&lt;br /&gt;Me: DADDY! Yeee yerrrrr. I cannot stand you!&lt;br /&gt;Brandon: (laughs) He bluff you one lorh! Jonathan wasn't even on tv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I was talking to Cavin about the monkey.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haiyar. Cannot stand that stupid monkey. So Irritating! I really wanna kill him xia! So if he dies, you know who did it.&lt;br /&gt;Cavin: Haha. You right!&lt;br /&gt;Me: But then again, a lot of people also hate him leh! So it may not be me!&lt;br /&gt;Cavin: Then it would be ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I think EVERYONE hates the monkey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-7492904071174504967?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/7492904071174504967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=7492904071174504967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/7492904071174504967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/7492904071174504967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/05/jonathan-wasnt-on-tv.html' title='jonathan wasnt on tv!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-6452130516946816109</id><published>2007-05-09T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T20:16:39.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That stupid monkey.</title><content type='html'>I have been damn hungry since the beginning of today.&lt;br /&gt;Ran 2.4km until I was giddy and all I ate for recess was a pathetic curry puff.&lt;br /&gt;Skipped lunch cause I was supposed to study for Physics but ended up talking to Yu Ling.&lt;br /&gt;Sneaked off during first aid to grab some nuggets and pokey but I am still hungry.&lt;br /&gt;And I think I should warn all of you that A HUNGRY MELISSA IS AN ANGRY MELISSA.&lt;br /&gt;So do not piss me off with your stupid comments.&lt;br /&gt;You just have something to say about everything don't you?&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, it's making me want to strangle you and gauge out your eyeballs even more.&lt;br /&gt;So I think if safe to say that if the monkey dies, I was the one who did it.&lt;br /&gt;But then, DOESN'T EVRYONE ELSE HATE HIM TOO?&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;strong&gt;it may not be me afterall&lt;/strong&gt;......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-6452130516946816109?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/6452130516946816109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=6452130516946816109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/6452130516946816109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/6452130516946816109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/05/that-stupid-monkey.html' title='That stupid monkey.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-881363382061234490</id><published>2007-05-08T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T21:34:23.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this whole thing ends now.</title><content type='html'>After 4 months of subtle hints, today I finally got the one that I needed all this while.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that reality has smacked me in the face. REAL HARD. And right now, I don't feel like waking up but I realised I've got to accept it like a mature person. No more dragging this on. It ends tonight. I'M OVER IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand it all.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuling says it would be very nice if your boyfriend could play any song you want him to on the piano.&lt;br /&gt;Anna agrees too.&lt;br /&gt;It will be so romantic!&lt;br /&gt;I, however, prefer the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that the guitar is more vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;It can strip songs down to its bare essentials and the songs will still sound nice.&lt;br /&gt;And the acoustics of the guitar just sound so much more sincere than the chords on the piano.&lt;br /&gt;But that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eye is itchy.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because while we were doing gym duty today,&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel just had to lift his big, bulky weights in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;And he kept sticking his butt out.&lt;br /&gt;Told Yuling I would get a mak zham today and see what has happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4km run is tmr.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE OMG.&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta keep telling myself to keep on running and don't stop.&lt;br /&gt;I need to pass my runs cause I don't wanna do F&amp;amp;C.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should have listened to poh when he said MJC is one of the fittest JCs in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;He told me I was too unfit for MJC.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;And come to think about it, he sure is right!&lt;br /&gt;But I need to get this run over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't wait to do my sit and reach on friday!!!! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can you all pronounce my name properly!&lt;br /&gt;For the last time, it's pronounced as MER-LI-SER and not SAHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S FUCKING PISSING ME OFF AND IT'S NOT FUNNY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-881363382061234490?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/881363382061234490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=881363382061234490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/881363382061234490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/881363382061234490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-whole-thing-ends-now.html' title='this whole thing ends now.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-2003602398961455344</id><published>2007-05-06T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T20:39:47.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱的就是你</title><content type='html'>Guess what I did yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;I went jogging and I ran the entire 2.4km WITHOUT STOPPING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(okay, at this point, I know that some of you will be going "SO??? You mean you've never ran 2.4km without stopping meh?!")&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOO. I've NEVER ran 2.4km without stopping okay.&lt;br /&gt;So this is a major accomplsihment for me!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;I kept telling myself to keep on running and pushing myself.&lt;br /&gt;I kept saying that I must prove that I can do it so that I can tell myself that it's possible to not walk, on wednesday, when I have to run my real 2.4km.&lt;br /&gt;So I DID IT!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner at Big Eater last night.&lt;br /&gt;The claypot tofu was not bad!&lt;br /&gt;But we didn't order sweet and sour pork! :(&lt;br /&gt;The salted egg crab was quite good as well.&lt;br /&gt;But the crabs at Sinma in Geylang taste better...&lt;br /&gt;And I saw this guy that I think annabella would be interested in!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go through yet another week of school.&lt;br /&gt;And I think I have gym duty this week.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's fair that the people who had gym duty last week gets to miss their duty just because of the public holiday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna ask botak tmr whether they get to do their duty this week if I see him in school tmr.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously dont think it's fair that they get to skip their duty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, UGLY BETTY IS AT 10PM!&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;在爱的幸福国度 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;你就是我唯一 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;我唯一爱的就是你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;我真的爱的就是你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-2003602398961455344?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/2003602398961455344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=2003602398961455344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/2003602398961455344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/2003602398961455344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='爱的就是你'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-3769401405653133586</id><published>2007-05-05T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T01:07:02.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>livin' on a prayer</title><content type='html'>Amelia and I went to collect our certs today.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to TM and guess who was working today?&lt;br /&gt;Ubby!&lt;br /&gt;So I msed Annabella and she came down too.&lt;br /&gt;Just to see Ubby.&lt;br /&gt;I bet she missed him a lot!&lt;br /&gt;She was SO EXCITED when she saw him larh.&lt;br /&gt;He was wearing his black icecream shirt again.&lt;br /&gt;The one that she loves.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I bought Daughtry's cd today.&lt;br /&gt;I realised I'm like buying one cd every week!&lt;br /&gt;It was John Mayer last week.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;I counted my cds and I have like 46 cds that I paid for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Which means I have spent $800+ on cds already.&lt;br /&gt;WOAH!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TPJC is having tpjc runway!&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna go watch!&lt;br /&gt;But I'm having GP exams three days after.&lt;br /&gt;And I doubt Mum will let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you find it ironic that I went for a first aid course on wednesday and ended up injured!&lt;br /&gt;I have this HUGE bruise on my knee cause I was testing out the stretcher and I hit the floor.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT AN IRONY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've got to hold on to what we've got&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've got each other and that's a lot for LOVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll give it a shot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-3769401405653133586?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844431.post-3414802488745623108</id><published>2007-04-30T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:16:38.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>金斯顿皂梦想</title><content type='html'>Today, while I was walking home from the bus stop, this sudden feeling of nothingness just overcame me.&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I really forgot all my troubles and frustrations and unhappiness, and I was so caught up in that moment.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I looked up at the sky and I saw such a beautiful scene.&lt;br /&gt;The sky was so blue and the clouds looked like someone had ran his fingers through it.&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised how beautiful my surrounddings were and I whip out my phone and started snapping furiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059173604677710786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RjXLlrvY88I/AAAAAAAAAFU/-QMtYZE4aZs/s320/DSC00231.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Told you the sky looked so beautiful. Even the ugly factory building couldn't spoil the view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RjXLl7vY89I/AAAAAAAAAFc/81IeFKLmpX8/s1600-h/DSC00232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059173608972678098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RjXLl7vY89I/AAAAAAAAAFc/81IeFKLmpX8/s320/DSC00232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Yupp, it's that glorious sky again, this time with a nicer house on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RjXLmLvY8-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/7jQmJ7R_U08/s1600-h/DSC00234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059173613267645410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RjXLmLvY8-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/7jQmJ7R_U08/s320/DSC00234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;This picture doesn't look that nice, with the ugly factory buildings on the right and the smelly canal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059173815131108370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RjXLx7vY9BI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ARU8AEFfmoc/s320/DSC00237.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;There you go! Much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RjXLmbvY8_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/3xPudoEbvPw/s1600-h/DSC00236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059173617562612722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RjXLmbvY8_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/3xPudoEbvPw/s320/DSC00236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;The stretch of houses leading to my house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RjXLmrvY9AI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hFIaHqRNoEI/s1600-h/DSC00238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059173621857580034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RjXLmrvY9AI/AAAAAAAAAF0/hFIaHqRNoEI/s320/DSC00238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;I LOVE this shot. It was taken from my doorstep. It just looks soooooo nice! Don't cha agree? (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I have rarely, ever felt so peaceful, where all my troubles ceased to exist and in that moment, it was only me and the beauty of the my surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;align=left&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;你是否能够感觉到 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;街道上 人群中 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;传来令人快乐的节奏 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;所有的人都在唱著 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kingston Mon 的梦想 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;热情的邀请你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh Baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Say You’re Gonna Love Me When The Sun Goes Down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Say You’re Gonna Love Me When My Days Come Round &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;阳光之下 爱上你的 笑容 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh Baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Say You’re Gonna Love Me When The Sun Goes Down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Say You’re Gonna Love Me When My Days Come Round &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;多希望你 也有同样感受 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;放下心中所有的痛 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;接受我的表白 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;别再让 爱情偷偷溜走 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;你是否能够感觉到 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;街道上 人群中&lt;br /&gt;传来令人快乐的节奏&lt;br /&gt;所有的人都在唱著&lt;br /&gt;Kingston Mon 的梦想&lt;br /&gt;热情的邀请你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;不要忘记&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh Baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Say You’re Gonna Love Me When The Sun Goes Down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Say You’re Gonna Love Me When My Days Come Round &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Come On Come On Come On Come On &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Love Will Be True Forever&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Boy, When I Sing This Song To You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And Swear my Heart Will Always Be True, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Can You Feel The Same？ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Can You Feel TheLove？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In My Heart, It Goes ときとき,君 大好だから&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Say You’re Gonna love me, you’re gonna love me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Say you’Gonna Love Me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You’re Gonna Love Me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That’s The Thing My Heart Is Full Of You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No Matter Who You Talk To &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just Tell Them You’re Gonna Love Me Only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-3414802488745623108?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/3414802488745623108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=3414802488745623108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/3414802488745623108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/3414802488745623108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='金斯顿皂梦想'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RjXLlrvY88I/AAAAAAAAAFU/-QMtYZE4aZs/s72-c/DSC00231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844431.post-4146861266222702720</id><published>2007-04-28T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T02:23:59.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>games convention...so malu!!!</title><content type='html'>OMG.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm actually chatting with amelia's yuanyuan.&lt;br /&gt;Amelia suddenly added me to their conver and said he asked her to add me!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;And he's so talkative larh.&lt;br /&gt;And KAYPOH.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't even seem like such a person when I see him in person.&lt;br /&gt;Usually he just smiles and whispers to amelia.&lt;br /&gt;But he's sooooooooooooooooo talkative.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stand it!&lt;br /&gt;He's asked me about PING larh!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And he gave me advice from a guy's perspective.&lt;br /&gt;But I doubt it's even useful!&lt;br /&gt;He's so auntie-ish...the kinda things he says are so sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;So unlike ping larh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAO.&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn pissed larh.&lt;br /&gt;We gotta go back for make up PE on monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;AT 6.45 AM.&lt;br /&gt;So freakin early larh!&lt;br /&gt;You see, the j1s were supposed to go to HCI for some aerobics thing.&lt;br /&gt;Then at first quite a lot of people said they can go then in the end, three j1s turned up.&lt;br /&gt;Then I think Aidil got so mad that he cancelled the trip last minute and ordered us to go for make up PE lesson.&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Yuling and I shouldn't have shouted to henry and gabriel and talked to them.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about HnF,&lt;br /&gt;have you seen the deal or no deal advertisement on channel 5?&lt;br /&gt;You know the ending, when all the different characters stand in one line and do the YMCA?&lt;br /&gt;The moment I heard the song and saw them doing it, I instantly remembered the crappy warm ups for college road race!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;The one which HnF led and we had to do the YMCA towards the end of the song!&lt;br /&gt;Which was also the one which nobody did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games convention today.&lt;br /&gt;We made a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;This ex-Meridian from photog club.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;He took a picture of the three of us eating our ramlee burgers.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And then weiqi, yuling and I learned alot of new games today.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so happy that we beat the group of army guys in Lobo 77!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad leh...considering the fact that they were overall 4th in the whole competition!&lt;br /&gt;I realised I suck at monopoly.&lt;br /&gt;So if you wanna win, play with me...&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;I ended up owing the bank money twice when we played Zero to Hero today.&lt;br /&gt;And the rest of the people were so rich larh!&lt;br /&gt;And we missed the lucky draw twice!&lt;br /&gt;They called 2082 i think. And we were 2083!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then they called 0414. Weiqi was 0413!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;SO WASTED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Chatting with Zhiling now.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know we have so much in common!&lt;br /&gt;She used to like Gao Xing and Tai Zi too!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So much for watching MVP!&lt;br /&gt;She has a lot of chinese songs and I have a lot english songs.&lt;br /&gt;So we're learning new songs!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still havent received my 126 pages thesis on Bono's lyrics from gurdish...&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to do my PI like that????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-4146861266222702720?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/4146861266222702720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=4146861266222702720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/4146861266222702720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/4146861266222702720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/04/games-conventionso-malu.html' title='games convention...so malu!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-6163209548167685926</id><published>2007-04-27T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T00:22:10.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Debts, AIDs, Trade, Africa</title><content type='html'>I have Physics trial SPA tmr.&lt;br /&gt;And because of that, I can't go to HCI with the rest of HnF for the aerobics thing.&lt;br /&gt;I was actually kinda looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess SPA is more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow. It's 12.10am and there's school tmr and I'm still online.&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually doing my PW research on DATA.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was kinda moved by Idol Gives Back and how it's quite similar to my PI so I wanted to do some research before I see Ms Gill tmr.&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these that I feel really happy that there are people out there who actually care for the suffering and are actually doing all they can to help.&lt;br /&gt;If only everyone could contribute just a little, the results would be really significant.&lt;br /&gt;To think about it, it just take $2 to save someone's life.&lt;br /&gt;And we people, are being so ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;To us, $2 may not even mean much, but to them, it means A LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;Every 30 seconds, a child in Africa dies of malaria.&lt;br /&gt;And with that small amount of money, we can stop that from happening.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda sad if you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;How helpless those people are, and us, having the power and money to save their lives, but we're not doing anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There's a hole in the world tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There's a cloud of fear and sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There's a hole in the world tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't let there be a hole in the world tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-6163209548167685926?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/6163209548167685926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=6163209548167685926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/6163209548167685926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/6163209548167685926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/04/debts-aids-trade-africa.html' title='Debts, AIDs, Trade, Africa'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-9208600114667537310</id><published>2007-04-25T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T20:32:31.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>给我你的爱</title><content type='html'>Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;Yuling and I finally went to buy our shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Yuling is like damn cool larh.&lt;br /&gt;She try on the shoe, walk for 5 seconds and decided to buy the shoe.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm like the total opposite.&lt;br /&gt;The moment I stepped into RSH, I heard something calling me.&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw a pair of black nike shoes!&lt;br /&gt;And I knew it was IT!&lt;br /&gt;Then I spent the rest of the afternoon hapring over whether I should buy the nike or the converse shoes.&lt;br /&gt;I think Yuling got a bit errrred by my indecisiveness.&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I finally decided that I was going to buy the nikes, I saw Meixuan wearing the exact same pair of shoes!&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm gonna buy the converse.&lt;br /&gt;And wait till I find a NICER pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I should buy the new line of NewBalance shoes.&lt;br /&gt;They look quite nice!&lt;br /&gt;And they come in GREEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we saw this guy in the MRT wearing this pair of super cool and funky slippers!&lt;br /&gt;You will not believe it but it actually has spikes coming out of the sides.&lt;br /&gt;I know you have a very bad imagination so I took the liberty of snapping three pics for you!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057337415964357522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Ri9FlbvY85I/AAAAAAAAAE8/HBmJCDEtR8k/s320/DSC00217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057337420259324834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Ri9FlrvY86I/AAAAAAAAAFE/CDb3gwlYrTY/s320/DSC00218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057337420259324850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Ri9FlrvY87I/AAAAAAAAAFM/RgDBJnLlo4U/s320/DSC00219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;See? Quite cool right? Even the base has a giraffe-print!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;Anqi was sick and she sat next to me.&lt;br /&gt;And she passed the germs to me larh!&lt;br /&gt;And coincidentally, the apple crumble gave me a sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, both reinforced each other and made me sinificantly sicker!&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm nursing a sore throat and cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;Had my first gym duty.&lt;br /&gt;Yuling and I were busy giggling and laughing abehind the desk as we did our maths tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;Then someone came up to us and sctually asked us how to use some equipments!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;And we were demonstrating how to use it.&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;And we had to do some gym stuff like changing the loose weights.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end I just loosen a screw and screwed it back.&lt;br /&gt;THAT"S ALL.&lt;br /&gt;Cause the weights were so freaking heavy that we couldn't even lift it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;henry said to me: Melissa, I heard alot of things about you arhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What thing? TELL MEEEEE!!!! (in my mind, I was thinking maybe he heard that I wanna be captain...)&lt;br /&gt;Henry: Wait larh. Wait till Gabriel come back then he tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Henry: Gabriel! Tell her what you heard!&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel: I heard you told your brother that hnf was some GAY CLUB.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHERE GOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, those two people started quarelling about who was gayer.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sooooo did not say that hnf was a gay club larh!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, C'mon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in hnf leh.&lt;br /&gt;Dont you think if I were to call it a gay club, it means I'm in the gay club!&lt;br /&gt;Like why would I ever want that larh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went back and scolded my brother.&lt;br /&gt;And the truth was, I did say that SOME people in hnf were gaying around.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I did not say that hnf was a gay club!&lt;br /&gt;My brother was the one who said that and told his friend.&lt;br /&gt;And his friend told her brother.&lt;br /&gt;And that guy told henry.&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;SEE? I did not say hnf was a gay club!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I DIDN'T. It was my brother!!!!&lt;br /&gt;SO STOP SAYING I DID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;I coughed and coughed and coughed and sniffed and sniffed and sniffed.&lt;br /&gt;Went to school early and got some maths done.&lt;br /&gt;And I was sitting near the J2s this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I heard one of my seniors say: Eh, what is dropwise arh??? (the j2s were gonna have their Chemistry SPA in like 10 mins)&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Even I know what dropwise is larh!&lt;br /&gt;And annabella was clearly laughing at him.&lt;br /&gt;I only started bursting into fits of laughter after they left for LT4.&lt;br /&gt;And I learned the chorus of a new chinese song!&lt;br /&gt;And I got through today!&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's now time for me to bathe, eat dinner and watch some tellie.&lt;br /&gt;I miss watching tellie.&lt;br /&gt;Gone were the days when I used to watch tellie from 6.30pm to 1.30 am every wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I'm lucky, I get to watch maybe 3 hours of tellie per week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;给我你的爱　让我陪着你去未来&lt;br /&gt;给我你的爱　手拉着手　不放开&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-9208600114667537310?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/9208600114667537310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=9208600114667537310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/9208600114667537310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/9208600114667537310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/04/saturday-yuling-and-i-finally-went-to.html' title='给我你的爱'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Ri9FlbvY85I/AAAAAAAAAE8/HBmJCDEtR8k/s72-c/DSC00217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844431.post-1172892107216892617</id><published>2007-04-20T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T20:28:33.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm walking after you</title><content type='html'>Woah.&lt;br /&gt;I feel damn shagged today.&lt;br /&gt;Ran 2.4km for PE today.&lt;br /&gt;I almost died!&lt;br /&gt;Thank god xiao tian pulled me and told me to continue jogging.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I passed my run leh!&lt;br /&gt;I even ran ONE second faster than last year!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;But according to MJC's standards, I failed.&lt;br /&gt;Because MJC requires everyone to obtained at least a SILVER to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the labourous run, we had chemistry test!&lt;br /&gt;And I swear, it was so easy!&lt;br /&gt;Yupp. So easy that I left 4 blanks and I anyhow tikam the MCQs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then waited for annabella while she did her library duty.&lt;br /&gt;So I basically sat in the library trying to do my tutorials and I couldn't solve a simple question!&lt;br /&gt;I started with the atomic structure tutorials then i gave up half way and switched to forces and dynamics.&lt;br /&gt;Then I switched again to do volumetric analysis.&lt;br /&gt;And the whole time, I was either smsing annabella, who was like 5 steps away from me, or amelia!&lt;br /&gt;Then what really made me very happy today was that I finally bought my red wallet!&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;After like one whole month of thinking and yearning for that wallet, I finally bought it!&lt;br /&gt;LOL. My mum says it's ugly though.&lt;br /&gt;But I LURRRRRRRVE it.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me and annabella met up with amelia and we headed back to SAC to collect our certs.&lt;br /&gt;The best thing was that when we reached there, the GO was already closed!&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the bubble tea shop to catch up!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then me and annabella told amelia that we were distant cousins and I didn't know that amelia didn't know!&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I thought she knew it all along!&lt;br /&gt;That's why I never brought it up in the two years that we were sitting together!&lt;br /&gt;So yupp, basically, amelia learnt today that me and annabella are distant cousins.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;And I managed to catch the last 15 minutes of wednesday's Abbey Road.&lt;br /&gt;I was just in time for the Goo Goo Dolls.&lt;br /&gt;And when they sang Iris, I was so happily singing along in my living room!&lt;br /&gt;And it suddenly hit me that the lyrics were just so much more meaningful than I thought they were.&lt;br /&gt;They whole verse is really very metaphoric.&lt;br /&gt;And if you just read the lyrics as if it was a poem, then you can really feel the guy's love for the gal and how much he wants to be with her.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Maybe I should have taken lit instead of econs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's kinda weird that everytime I'm sad and I hear 'If Your'e Gone', a smile never cease to appear on my face.&lt;br /&gt;The song is actually so sad but I just become much happier whenever it plays.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't even know why.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because jon sang that song. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;(omg. I miss jon!!)&lt;br /&gt;And I suddenly become very high whenvever I hear 'Mad Season'.&lt;br /&gt;I just think the beginning is really nice to headbang to.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's not really a real rockin' song.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for MBT to release a new album! I totally love what they're doing and the direction they're heading towards with their first 3 albums.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait to buy Daughtry's second album cause apparently, Chris wrote a song with Ed from &lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt;! And another with Rob Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's saturday.&lt;br /&gt;And that means I'm finally going shoe-shopping with yuling!&lt;br /&gt;After almost 2 to 3 weeks of waiting, the day is finally coming when the two gals with huge, gigantic feet, will rule orchard and stomp around town looking for shoes!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight I'm tangled in my blanket of doubts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreaming aloud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things just won't do wihout your matter of fact&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm on you back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-1172892107216892617?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/1172892107216892617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=1172892107216892617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/1172892107216892617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/1172892107216892617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-walking-after-you.html' title='i&apos;m walking after you'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-196426230763026817</id><published>2007-04-17T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T18:53:41.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you've got me sewn</title><content type='html'>The first thing I saw today when I came out from the car was this not bad looking guy at the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;But I shan't steal him from annabella.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a generous person and so I shall give him to her.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I only like his shoes!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;And besides, I have PING!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;I showed jadebell (lol!!) my eyecandy today.&lt;br /&gt;And she insists that he's such a flirt.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really care larh.&lt;br /&gt;He's only my eyecandy.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any feelings for him!&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt matter if he's a flirt.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Then, she showed me her eyecandy and I swear,&lt;br /&gt;MY EYECANDY LOOKS BETTER THAN HERS!&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had class somm meeting.&lt;br /&gt;And Mr Soh was soooo nice!&lt;br /&gt;He treated us to drinks!&lt;br /&gt;Any drink you want, you just take and he will pay for it!&lt;br /&gt;And da ming took the most expensive drink!&lt;br /&gt;The nutrisoy multigrain one...it costs $1.70 larh!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and yuling headed to the gym after the meeting to support peiyu!&lt;br /&gt;She's so poor thing larh.&lt;br /&gt;She was like the only girl in the gym cause the rest of the people doing duty were guys.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;At least yuling and I have each other!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;And according to peiyu, botak purposely split her from us!&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHHHH. So naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder why..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Darling, I don't need crumplers or nike shoes, or expensive meals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All I need is your love. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Danny boy, &lt;strong&gt;don't be afraid, to shake that ass, and misbehave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Danny boy, &lt;strong&gt;I know you got time, but what are you waiting for&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway the dust may just blow away, if you wait for a windy day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you may find the chance has past you by;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't do the walk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't do the talk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't be your friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unless I pretend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So give me the song and I'll sing it like I mean it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So give me the words and I'll say them like I mean it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cos you got my heart in a headlock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You stopped the blood and made my head soft&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And god knows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You got me sewn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-196426230763026817?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/196426230763026817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=196426230763026817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/196426230763026817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/196426230763026817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/04/youve-got-me-sewn.html' title='you&apos;ve got me sewn'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-930616476274046840</id><published>2007-04-15T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T20:12:27.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's just you and me</title><content type='html'>Friday's outing with amelia was just pure fun!&lt;br /&gt;We talked so much...or at least I talked a lot!&lt;br /&gt;We gossipped and gossipped and I told her everything about ping.&lt;br /&gt;She seemed quite interested though!&lt;br /&gt;Amelia was supposed to buy yuan his birthday present but we ended up shopping for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;I saw this really nice pair of shades at aldo.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to buy it!&lt;br /&gt;And then we went to gramaphone.&lt;br /&gt;There's a new outlet at taka!&lt;br /&gt;wooots!&lt;br /&gt;And now, instead of their chunky cd players, they used freakin' ipods!&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that larh!&lt;br /&gt;They have like at least 20 ipods in the stall, I swear!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tempted to leave myself very broke by buying a nice, shiny, black ipod.&lt;br /&gt;The big one...like the 20GB one...not those small, breakable nanos.&lt;br /&gt;I've never really like small stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yes...I like BIG stuff!&lt;br /&gt;Like BIG mp3s, BIG pencil cases, BIG bags, BIG shoes (my shoe size is 9!!), BIG shades...&lt;br /&gt;So yes, SIZE DOES MATTER! (;&lt;br /&gt;And we saw this actress! I think she's called Elizabeth Tan.&lt;br /&gt;And amelia was so nice to wait with me for my bus to come then she went to wait for her own bus!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks brudder! You're such a nice person! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I washed my very dirty pencil case and now my stationeries are homeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053611729398032802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RiIJF7uEaaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/TQWM5ZlFKOk/s320/DSC00216.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;:(&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;left&gt;And I was so bored yesterday, doing the graphing techniques tutorial that I resorted to actually drawing. Well, it's actually more of fonting, but at least I did it myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053611725103065490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RiIJFruEaZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/J6VWmqQ1iRU/s320/DSC00214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's an 'M' by the way, in case you can't see&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;You and Me~Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it? And in what month?&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't keep up and I can't back down&lt;br /&gt;I've been losing so much time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me&lt;br /&gt;And all other people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All of the things that&lt;br /&gt;I want to say just aren't coming out right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm tripping on words&lt;br /&gt;You've got my head spinning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don't know where to go from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me&lt;br /&gt;And all other people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's something about you now&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite figure out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything &lt;s&gt;she&lt;/s&gt; he does is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Everything &lt;s&gt;she&lt;/s&gt; he does is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me&lt;br /&gt;And all other people with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it?And in what month?&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-930616476274046840?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/930616476274046840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=930616476274046840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/930616476274046840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/930616476274046840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-just-you-and-me.html' title='it&apos;s just you and me'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RiIJF7uEaaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/TQWM5ZlFKOk/s72-c/DSC00216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844431.post-1252456501998753785</id><published>2007-04-12T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T22:12:11.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's chase cars</title><content type='html'>OMG.&lt;br /&gt;I have to run 2.4km tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;At least Anna has agreed to run with me!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;I miss jogging with Audrey during PE!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;We always jogged together during our 2.4km run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'll be meeting amelia tmr!&lt;br /&gt;So yay! (:&lt;br /&gt;She made me promise to teach her kinematics.&lt;br /&gt;And we still gotta get a present for her fishball.&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing is she finishes school at 2.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;We've gotta chop, chop, chop!&lt;br /&gt;And sing chasing cars. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your subtleties&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They strangle me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't explain myself at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;我已不能多爱你一些&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-1252456501998753785?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/1252456501998753785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=1252456501998753785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/1252456501998753785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/1252456501998753785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/04/lets-chase-cars.html' title='Let&apos;s chase cars'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-4242328084466137984</id><published>2007-04-11T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T19:09:54.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't leave me guessing</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought we moved one step forward,&lt;br /&gt;You took us three steps back.&lt;br /&gt;Please stop leaving me guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you wanna love me, then darling don't refrain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or I'll just end up walking in the cold november rain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;imissyoursmile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-4242328084466137984?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/4242328084466137984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=4242328084466137984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/4242328084466137984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/4242328084466137984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/04/dont-leave-me-guessing.html' title='don&apos;t leave me guessing'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-5558410779185365558</id><published>2007-04-10T19:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T19:29:16.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when all your love is gone, who willl save me from all i'm out against out in this world?</title><content type='html'>I feel so naughty.&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to be doing my PI but i ended up chatting with amelia!&lt;br /&gt;But c'mon!&lt;br /&gt;I haven't talked to amelia in AGES.&lt;br /&gt;I miss amelia!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we sang Wei Yi, Kiss You Goodbye and that romeo+juliet song the whole day!&lt;br /&gt;I think the guys got a bit irritated.&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really care about them larh.&lt;br /&gt;As long as the gals are happy!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there's HnF tmr...&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what we'll be doing.&lt;br /&gt;I hope we'll not be playing captain's ball.&lt;br /&gt;If not I'll get bullied AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind resistance though.&lt;br /&gt;It beats running anytime!&lt;br /&gt;RAHH.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna become CAPTAIN.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not sucking up to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm NOT sucking anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Or anything.&lt;br /&gt;(insider's joke! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Girl: Do you love me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Boy: Yes Dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Girl: Would you die for me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Boy: No, mine is undying love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When all your love is gone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Who will save me from all I'm out against out in this world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Iheartyou (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-5558410779185365558?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/5558410779185365558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=5558410779185365558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/5558410779185365558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/5558410779185365558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-all-your-love-is-gone-who-willl_10.html' title='when all your love is gone, who willl save me from all i&apos;m out against out in this world?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-7735760309182164093</id><published>2007-04-08T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T15:35:54.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna chase cars with you.</title><content type='html'>Grandama's gone back already.&lt;br /&gt;This means no more MAHJONG.&lt;br /&gt;BOOHOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm currently stuck on my PI.&lt;br /&gt;RAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;My groundbreaker is Bono.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that like so cool?&lt;br /&gt;He portray's the perfect image of what a rockstar should be.&lt;br /&gt;He not only sings well and rocks it out, but he actually uses his power and influence to reach out to those in need, and manages to touch millions everytime.&lt;br /&gt;THAT is what i call a rockstar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. It's back to school tmr.&lt;br /&gt;And the first lesson is CHINESE.&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite fun to listen to Mr Liang's stories.&lt;br /&gt;And if I ever get bored, all I have to do is open up &lt;s&gt;my&lt;/s&gt; YOUR textbook and look at all the wrong han yu pin yins.&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahah. (:&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I ever fail chinese, you know who to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I actually can't really remember the last cd I bought.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's U2's singles collection but I'm not quite sure.&lt;br /&gt;That's how long I haven't bought a cd!&lt;br /&gt;But LP's new album is definitely on my to-buy list!&lt;br /&gt;And John Mayer's Continuum.&lt;br /&gt;I think my taste in music is mellowing down again.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really been listening to all my rock albums in quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;But they'll always be there.&lt;br /&gt;Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;I miss watching Rockstar.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the new season to run.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Forget what we're told, before we get too old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-7735760309182164093?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/7735760309182164093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=7735760309182164093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/7735760309182164093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/7735760309182164093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-wanna-chase-cars-with-you.html' title='i wanna chase cars with you.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-7749319210766979847</id><published>2007-04-06T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:35:07.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knocked out</title><content type='html'>Had movie marathon last night in the school hall.&lt;br /&gt;It was surprisingly quite cold once the air cons were blasting.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky the gals brought their sleeping bags so we could lie in them and stay warm!&lt;br /&gt;First up was robbhood.&lt;br /&gt;But adam was sitting like 5 metres in front of me, blocking like 1/3 of the subtitles and his friend next to him blocked another 1/3 so I gave up reading halfway and just watched the action scenes.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was silk.&lt;br /&gt;It's a scary movie and i really wanted to watch it but again, the screen got blocked.&lt;br /&gt;So I gave up again halfway and tried to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;But everytime i almost fell asleep, the people in the hall would scream or weiqi would turn and hit me.&lt;br /&gt;So I didnt sleep just yet.&lt;br /&gt;Third movie was Curse of the Golden Flower.&lt;br /&gt;The guys got a bit excited over the cleavage and they started talking about whether they were a boobs guy or a butt guy.&lt;br /&gt;It was a damn stupid conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Forth movie was Fearless.&lt;br /&gt;It didnt have english subtitles at all. So I didnt even think twice about not watching it and i just slept.&lt;br /&gt;Manage to catch about an hour of shuteye.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Confession of Pain.&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to watch it cause we didnt finish watching it during Chinese class the other time.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, it was still quite hard to get the story until Yuling explained the whole thing to me.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to macs for brekkie.&lt;br /&gt;Had the hotcakes I was craving for for like 1 month.&lt;br /&gt;And just a warning.&lt;br /&gt;Dont let the auntie cheat you over the iced milo.&lt;br /&gt;When the ask if you would like a medium, say you want a regular.&lt;br /&gt;The medium was just too freakin large to even finish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back home and i just collapsed into my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt even wake up till lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Mom cooked mee siam.&lt;br /&gt;Yumyum! (:&lt;br /&gt;Then joshua and jillian came over and sat I in the living room watching Andrew Lloyd Webber's Masterpieces for a while then i succumbed to my bed again!&lt;br /&gt;I slept all the way till dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt even know my grandauntie came to visit.&lt;br /&gt;I was so knocked out that I didnt even hear them talking.&lt;br /&gt;Usually, they talk so damn loud but I just slept all the way throughout!&lt;br /&gt;Power to exhaustion, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go the airport tmr to send my grandma off.&lt;br /&gt;She's going back to England.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe 3 months have past so fast...&lt;br /&gt;The house is gonna be so quiet again.&lt;br /&gt;And there'll be no one there when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty sad.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why do I miss you even though I saw you for 7 hrs this morning!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-7749319210766979847?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/7749319210766979847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=7749319210766979847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/7749319210766979847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/7749319210766979847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/04/knocked-out.html' title='Knocked out'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-2196898437806810411</id><published>2007-04-01T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T23:56:14.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>save me from this misery</title><content type='html'>It's back to school tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend hasn't even been much of a weekend cause there was just so much homework to do!&lt;br /&gt;And i haven't even finished it yet!&lt;br /&gt;And i havent even read my physics notes.&lt;br /&gt;Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;And i think the worst is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;God, save me from this misery!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-2196898437806810411?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/2196898437806810411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=2196898437806810411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/2196898437806810411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/2196898437806810411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/04/save-me-from-this-misery.html' title='save me from this misery'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-667375300311618812</id><published>2007-03-26T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:01:04.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Bonding</title><content type='html'>We had 3 periods of break today!&lt;br /&gt;Back to back.&lt;br /&gt;So me, wunling and auntie went to do our physics toy thingie.&lt;br /&gt;And we ended up making that 3D dragon thing that Mr Cha printed for us.&lt;br /&gt;But at least we did come up with the basic idea for the toy, so YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anqi said that I look like I'm from soccer!&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOL!&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;She said I look very sporty and ironically, I am SO NOT!&lt;br /&gt;I cant even run my 2.4km without stopping!&lt;br /&gt;PUH-LEEESE.&lt;br /&gt;And she said that I look like one of those &lt;em&gt;da jie&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Those kinda that will beat you if you dont listen to me!&lt;br /&gt;I almost died of laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lectures were okay today.&lt;br /&gt;The maths lecturer has a damn sexy voice!&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny when he explained why he was using the corded mike today.&lt;br /&gt;He said someone told him his voice sounded so sexy when he used the cordless mike last week so he switchede to the corded mike today.&lt;br /&gt;But I dont hear any difference!&lt;br /&gt;Then we had econs, and wong mei ling taught us and though she doesnt talk very fast, the pace of her lesson really is!&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, I would just be trying to make sense out what she said.&lt;br /&gt;And we were supposed to have 2 periods of Chinese but the teacher let us off after one period!&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have SIX periods of breaks tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just have lessons during the breaks cause school ends at 5.05pm tomorrow just because there's so many breaks in between.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess having that many breaks just implies one thing.&lt;br /&gt;MORE TIME FOR BONDING WITH 07S204!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't imagine any greater fear than waking up without you here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though the sun will still shine on, my whole world will all be gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-667375300311618812?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/667375300311618812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=667375300311618812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/667375300311618812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/667375300311618812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/03/class-bonding.html' title='Class Bonding'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-643609456549028793</id><published>2007-03-25T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T19:57:56.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's no more emptiness inside</title><content type='html'>O2 was not as fun as the first orientation.&lt;br /&gt;I got posted to M4 and there are only 8 freaking girls in my OG!&lt;br /&gt;At least I had yuling with me.&lt;br /&gt;I clearly remember going high when everyone was introducing themselves cause there were 4 HnF members in my OG.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;So whenever someone from HnF introed herself/himself, me and yuling would scream quite loud.&lt;br /&gt;CSI was boring and I got called "the camera girl" throughout the whole game cause I stupidly said that I had the k800i.&lt;br /&gt;M4 isnt all that enthu and we quickly found some friends and just mixed around with them and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss M3 and how high we went together!&lt;br /&gt;Mass dance was pretty okay cause it was the second time we were learning the dance so we were more familiar with the steps.&lt;br /&gt;I know that annabella wished she was dancing with ubby throughout the couple's dance!&lt;br /&gt;MMM was okay, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;At least the girls mixed around a little more so I had more people to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;We started telling stupid and corny jokes to entertain ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;And it was drizzling during the early afternoon but the funny thing was all the girls didnt take out their umbrellas but all the guys did!&lt;br /&gt;And then while we were walking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiongrui: Eh, you dont have umbrella arh? Why never take out?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Erm, it's only a slight drizzle. Dont need to use umbrella one larh! So troublesome...later umbrella get wet then put into your bag then your bag get wet! You're a guy leh...this kinda drizzle still use umbrella!&lt;br /&gt;Jiongrui: I just dont like the feeling of carbonic acid on my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE OMG! EVS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But MMM was not that bad overall.&lt;br /&gt;At least I didnt get leg cramps this time round!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And we did manage to finish all our stations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the third day was the best cause it was W&amp;W and campfire day!&lt;br /&gt;We got quite wet but not as wet as the first orientation.&lt;br /&gt;Then wunling tried to smash her water bomb on me but it didnt break!&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;So I squeezed the waterbomb in her hand and it burst, wetting her shirt again!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to yuling's house to bathe and eat lunch and it was back to school for campfire!&lt;br /&gt;Me and yuling wore our OGL shirts!&lt;br /&gt;We had to dress fedrick up and it was so funny cause from our half gothic, half retro theme, we ended up dressing him as a baby!&lt;br /&gt;Yuling even made a pacifier for him!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then, it started raining during campfire so in the end, we had an indoor campfire in the hall!&lt;br /&gt;At least they on the aircons!&lt;br /&gt;Then we did mass dance and couple's dance and I danced with yuling!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And the VP went up stage and played the guitar and sang 2 songs!&lt;br /&gt;The second song was "love will keep us alive" and i was singing along the whole time!&lt;br /&gt;Then we cheered like crazy for miranda!&lt;br /&gt;I stomped my feet until they were aching!&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, triton won again.&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then half of M4 went to macs for supper.&lt;br /&gt;Abd we started telling lame jokes again!&lt;br /&gt;Leejin gave me his fries and said "welcome to TAF".&lt;br /&gt;Then we just sat there and talked and talked and talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was damn tired the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for annabella at the bus stop but she was very late.&lt;br /&gt;But I saw pingping coming down from the bus!&lt;br /&gt;He looked kinda shocked to see me in the MJC uniform.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;The girls played duck and chicken in the library until the auntie came up to scold us cause we were damn noisy!&lt;br /&gt;And we had 4 lectures in a row!&lt;br /&gt;By the third lecture, I was stoning and yuling kept suddenly grabbing my arm throughout the entire 4th lecture.&lt;br /&gt;She thinks its funny seeing me jump up my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And friday finally came!&lt;br /&gt;School ended at 12.05pm so me and annabella went to white sands for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Then halfway throughout the meal, she remembered that she forgot to buy her GC so she made me take the bus back all the way to MJ so that the auntie could give her a receipt, asking her to collect her GC on monday.&lt;br /&gt;Then we took 53 to the airport and we sat at the viewing gallery and talked about boys!&lt;br /&gt;You could see that we looked quite miserable!&lt;br /&gt;And then we played mahjong at night!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;And we played mahjong again last night!&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting addicted to mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad we cant play tonight cause there's school tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;CCA recruitment on wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I wonder if I'm gonna stay in HnF or go to SLC...&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna stay in HnF if yuling and peiyu leaves.&lt;br /&gt;But there's gonna be yoga soon!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I've found you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no more emptiness inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we're hungry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love will keep us alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-643609456549028793?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/643609456549028793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=643609456549028793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/643609456549028793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/643609456549028793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/03/theres-no-more-emptiness-inside.html' title='there&apos;s no more emptiness inside'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-3021823613225984889</id><published>2007-03-15T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T23:45:36.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you want some flabs?</title><content type='html'>m3 outing today was erm...&lt;br /&gt;I dunno whether to say it was boring cause it was but towards the end, it got pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;So overall it was okay larh.&lt;br /&gt;ECP wasnt too good.&lt;br /&gt;I think I cycle too slow for the group.&lt;br /&gt;But why the heck would you wanna cycle sooooo fast?&lt;br /&gt;Cycling is supposed to be relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to be SLOW.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to walk back to bryan's house which was donkey yards away from ECP.&lt;br /&gt;And it was so freakin hot.&lt;br /&gt;RAHH.&lt;br /&gt;Then we played mahjong!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty fun cause I've never played mahjong with friends.&lt;br /&gt;And it seemed yuling was very lucky today.&lt;br /&gt;She kept gaming. and she says she only plays mahjong whenever she goes for chalet.&lt;br /&gt;I think the question is, how often does she go to chalets?&lt;br /&gt;Then we started taking lame photos and they were sooooooo stupid.&lt;br /&gt;But it was really funny how we had to position everyone to take those pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping trip's tmr.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where we're going...&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's safe to say that the three of us have gotten sick of orchard.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should go to CLEMENTI instead!&lt;br /&gt;Better still, we should just sit outside the NUS gate!&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe go to West Coast Park to find Toto!&lt;br /&gt;But I have a feeling it's down to aimless roaming tmr again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Brandon didn't come home today.&lt;br /&gt;So there's no one to work out with me!&lt;br /&gt;No one to lift weights with. (Although I haven't bought mine yet!)&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Die. I'm getting flabby.&lt;br /&gt;I need to buy my weights very soon.&lt;br /&gt;If not, I'll turn into the flab monster!&lt;br /&gt;And I'll go around distributing my flabs until everyone has some!&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-We'll find a place where the sun still shines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-3021823613225984889?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/3021823613225984889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=3021823613225984889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/3021823613225984889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/3021823613225984889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-you-want-some-flabs.html' title='Do you want some flabs?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-7148629795351581317</id><published>2007-03-14T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T17:06:35.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss brudder...</title><content type='html'>i feel like i finally accomplished something during this holidays! guess what i just did?&lt;br /&gt;i actually read my physics internal energy notes and surprisingly, i understood some things that i used to not understand!&lt;br /&gt;so yay!&lt;br /&gt;and i did a little of the kinematics tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;so at least i can tell my mum that i did do some schoolwork!&lt;br /&gt;imagine this time, next year...&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably be slogging my brains out trying to study for block tests.&lt;br /&gt;YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i can't wait for tomorrow cause there'll be an m3 outing!&lt;br /&gt;i wonder who's going...&lt;br /&gt;but no doubt, it means more pictures!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;must take more pics with yuling and peiyu. then we'll put it on the hnf board!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i was actually trying to come up with nicer names for hnf.&lt;br /&gt;health and fitness just sounds so taf club.&lt;br /&gt;thus, i was flipping through some magazine and i came across fitness factory.&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't it be so cool if the gym was called "the fitness factory" instead?&lt;br /&gt;but just for corniness, maybe we'll still keep the "get hard" tagline for the gym.&lt;br /&gt;HAH. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;dad brought me and grandma to yet another buffet yesterday, where i ate my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;and dad was kinda quite shocked that i ate so much. it's really funny cause he scolds me for eating so little for dinner but when i do work my appetite, he simply looks at me with that shocked look upon his face!&lt;br /&gt;then, we went to carefour!&lt;br /&gt;which wasnt really fun cause recently, i've been going there quite often so there's nothing much fun to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised it's quite long since i've seen brudder.&lt;br /&gt;how long has it been? like more than a week...&lt;br /&gt;i mean, we used to see each other in school everyday and we used to laugh like crazy, and eat recess and lunch together!&lt;br /&gt;but nowadays, i get to see her like once a week at most.&lt;br /&gt;it's soooooooo sad!&lt;br /&gt;i miss going crazy with that woman every single day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041699782670289938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rfe3PYI6DBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MdKlSfwB38U/s320/SSL11296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the kind of things we do around a coconut tree...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041699297338985410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rfe2zII6C8I/AAAAAAAAADw/SzDNKU5EcNI/s320/bakhita(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;i know...even WE were shocked by how our hair turned out! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041699305928920050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rfe2zoI6C_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/8wtwWDbm_xk/s320/SSL11067.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;our first idol chase! omg. we sat on that hard floor for like HOURS! but iguess it was well worth it considering she got to hug joakim and i got to hug jon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041699782670289954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rfe3PYI6DCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1AbNRtoW3Os/s320/SSL11402.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;our dunno-how-many-ieth idol chase! we were darn tired cause it was grad night the night night before and we woke up at 7.30am just to queue for the tickets to the finals!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041699305928920034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rfe2zoI6C-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/jimuO7d-37w/s320/SSL10995.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;what?! we were constipated okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041699310223887362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rfe2z4I6DAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/oBLYirBXeXo/s320/SSL11289.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt; our attempt to walk on water! LOL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rfe2zYI6C9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/RKQFHjje-t0/s1600-h/Photo-0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041699301633952722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rfe2zYI6C9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/RKQFHjje-t0/s320/Photo-0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;yay! finally a normal picture! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU, BRUDDER! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-7148629795351581317?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/7148629795351581317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=7148629795351581317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/7148629795351581317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/7148629795351581317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-miss-brudder.html' title='i miss brudder...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rfe3PYI6DBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MdKlSfwB38U/s72-c/SSL11296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844431.post-7378872787573460162</id><published>2007-03-12T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T16:57:30.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not ready to make nice</title><content type='html'>IT'S THE HOLIDAYS!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, it doesnt really excite me cause i've kinda been in the holiday mode since last week.&lt;br /&gt;we only went to school for two days last week so gyea.&lt;br /&gt;but i sooooo cant wait for orientation two!&lt;br /&gt;i'm hoping i'll be place in M5.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll be together with the best OGLs!&lt;br /&gt;i practically know all the OGLs of M5. minus one dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i feel so hyped right now cause i just watched "what i like about you" on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;nono, not that show with amanda bynes, but rather, the performance of the romantics' super duper hyped song.&lt;br /&gt;that song never fails to leave me high!&lt;br /&gt;and i also just watched marty's version of creep which got me thinkning how cool it would be to see jon sing creep.&lt;br /&gt;it would be kinda cool. wonder how he'll manage the screaming part at the end.&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;br /&gt;i just found out that reverie is kinda looking for a front person.&lt;br /&gt;it'll be so damn cool to jam with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;guess who i saw at tampines mall the other day?&lt;br /&gt;the ninja turtles!&lt;br /&gt;omg. they were so cute!&lt;br /&gt;and i actually took a picture with raphael!&lt;br /&gt;he's the red one btw.&lt;br /&gt;all the little kids were gathering around him and i felt so freakin embarrassed to ask him if i could take a picture with him!&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. but he was so sporting and he did this kungfu pose!&lt;br /&gt;i swear, it was so hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;then on my way out, the turtles had to go back in cause it was the end of their promotion time and we walked past each other and the purple turtle (cant remember his name) waved to me so i waved back and he gave me a high five!&lt;br /&gt;he was sooooo cute.&lt;br /&gt;and they made me feel so happy that day!&lt;br /&gt;it's been quite a long time since i've felt that happy!&lt;br /&gt;i think it felt even better than hugging jon!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;and i brought dad to yamaha to look at the guitars there and he kinda was a bit surprised when he found out i wasnt eyeing an electric.&lt;br /&gt;hah. cause i wanna learn the classical one or the acoustic guitar first.&lt;br /&gt;i think if you actually strip down most rock songs, they'll sound quite cool as well.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgive, sounds good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget, I'm not sure I could&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They say time heals everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i'm still waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-7378872787573460162?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/7378872787573460162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=7378872787573460162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/7378872787573460162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/7378872787573460162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/03/not-ready-to-make-nice.html' title='not ready to make nice'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-4204749269427342456</id><published>2007-03-07T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T22:56:39.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the future captain ponned cca!</title><content type='html'>today was not a good day.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, it was pretty much a very sad day.&lt;br /&gt;but at least i had annabella and amelia to cheer me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt sleep the whole of last night!&lt;br /&gt;i was tossing and turning and tossing and turning&lt;br /&gt;but i just couldnt sleep!&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i was too excited about being in the same school as annabella!&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;but surprisingly, i wasnt really that tired today.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i experienced 5 seconds on highness at around 6.20am?&lt;br /&gt;it was funny. i was walking to my cupboard to take my uniform and suddenly i started jumping aorund.&lt;br /&gt;it was so random, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i waited for annabella at the bus stop today.&lt;br /&gt;and qianwen and debbie came down the same bus.&lt;br /&gt;that was nice.&lt;br /&gt;then annabella went on to tell some &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and they both kinda freaked.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;and that was when i realised me and annabella are two very evil and hypocritical persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i ponned CCA today.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so guilty.&lt;br /&gt;but what was i to do?&lt;br /&gt;no one wanted to go for cca, including me.&lt;br /&gt;yuling and peiyu didnt bring their shirts and towel and i wore the wrong shoe today.&lt;br /&gt;you dont expect me to go jogging in canvas shoes right?&lt;br /&gt;so, as a collective decision, the future captain, vice captain and secretry decided to give cca a miss today.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;wondered how cca went cause i doubt mi feng and marrist went for cca so it would be down to just the seniors.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, it's sleeping time.&lt;br /&gt;good night!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-4204749269427342456?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/4204749269427342456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=4204749269427342456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/4204749269427342456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/4204749269427342456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/03/future-captain-ponned-cca.html' title='the future captain ponned cca!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-882519051840217040</id><published>2007-03-06T11:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T13:28:43.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M3 outing to sentosa!</title><content type='html'>oh wow.&lt;br /&gt;well, M3 went to sentosa yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;aiiiiy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's been a while since i've been to sentosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, actually, a VERY long while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sentosa has changed so much since i last been there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;met yuling at tanah merah at 9am yesterday and we proceeded to habourfront only to find out how freaking early we were.&lt;br /&gt;timothy and clarene were already there bt the rest were no where to be seen so the four of us proceeded to eat our breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then, wanyee and eugene came, followed by the rest except weekee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rahhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we waited for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we waited and we waited and guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE CONTINUED WAITING FOR HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the gals got a little bored so we proceeded to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/ReziFnsZVXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PsMaYk4ie5Q/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038650669303158130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/ReziFnsZVXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PsMaYk4ie5Q/s320/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;yeah. we tried different shots but this one was the nicest. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after about 5 minutes in the smelly toilet, weekee was still not there yet so me and wunling continued taking pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weekee did eventually show up and we proceeded to the shuttle bus service area.&lt;br /&gt;then guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me and yuling saw stairs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so while everyone else were taking the escalator, me and yuling decided we loved the stairs more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but competition was nearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eugene starting to chiong with me and we were neck to neck. except for the last flight of stairs where he overtook me by like 2 seconds?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dammit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, at least i was second!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then after the tiring run up, we realised we went in the wrong direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that tiring run for nothing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we headed back down and walked in the opposite direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but me and yuling still being quite enthu about the stairs, still took the stairs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we sat the bus to sentosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we sat another bus to get to palawan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and finally,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TADAH! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RezqLXsZVYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YQNrag2Vonw/s1600-h/DSC00111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038659564180428162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RezqLXsZVYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YQNrag2Vonw/s320/DSC00111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RezqLnsZVZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GAxe5iw4fOY/s1600-h/DSC00113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038659568475395474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RezqLnsZVZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/GAxe5iw4fOY/s320/DSC00113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RezqL3sZVaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nYNV6Vbbgw8/s1600-h/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038659572770362786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RezqL3sZVaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nYNV6Vbbgw8/s320/DSC00114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;what beautiful views right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you see that bridge in the first pic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yuling was damn scared about crossing it so we kept shaking and jumping on the bridge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, we found a nice spot on palawan and the guys plus 2 gals went to play frisbee while aunty, clarene, wunling and i went to jalan jalan along the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RezsKnsZViI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tLGHQdBC8SY/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038661750318781986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RezsKnsZViI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tLGHQdBC8SY/s320/DSC00124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;we tried jumping into the water when the waves were coming in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we gossiped quite a bit too and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we laughed and laughed and laughed so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and along the way, we saw this guy drinkning from his 1.5 L 100plus and then, he took the bottle by the neck and sang out loud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was damn hilarious larh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so when he finished, me and wunling clapped for him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went to play that lugged ride or wahtever it's called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was quite fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and since there was a special promo, we got to play it 3 times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so up, up and away we went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(we had to sit some ride up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RezqL3sZVbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TV7o0dN5GE8/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038659572770362802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RezqL3sZVbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TV7o0dN5GE8/s320/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RezqMHsZVcI/AAAAAAAAABE/UQy4d8yfxp0/s1600-h/DSC00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038659577065330114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RezqMHsZVcI/AAAAAAAAABE/UQy4d8yfxp0/s320/DSC00117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;woah. these are such rare pics of aunty acutally smiling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;usually he just gives that constipated look.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rezr03sZVdI/AAAAAAAAABM/DLOvsho7vxA/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038661376656627154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rezr03sZVdI/AAAAAAAAABM/DLOvsho7vxA/s320/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rezr1HsZVeI/AAAAAAAAABU/yxhNYHDe6ek/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038661380951594466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rezr1HsZVeI/AAAAAAAAABU/yxhNYHDe6ek/s320/DSC00119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;you could even see the skyline of the business district from up there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was quite high up and when we turned back, we could see how scared yuling was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my slipper dropped on my second trip up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was so embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;the guy had to take my slipper and pass it to gaomin to give it to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all of us kept cheering mjc cheers on the way up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol. especially MIRANDA cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the best was the mjc medley cause we were shouting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"MJ will win the war! MJ will win the war!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who dares to mess with us will be CHAO TAH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ride down was damn fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the first time was a little scary so i went slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got overtaken by soooooooooooo many people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least i managed to overtake someone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the second time was better but this idiot bryan squeezed past me at the end larh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT THIRD TIME LUCKY RIGHT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and nevertheless, it was the best out of the three rides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause we got quite pro mah, so we basically chionged the last ride and i went past yuling quite fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but halfway, everyone got stuck cause wanyee's lugg thing overturned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it was just a minor setback.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we continued zooming down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think we had a lot of fun down there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next, we went to walk the dragon trail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it wasnt really much scary as you would think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the sign at the beginning said there may be snakes but we didnt see any!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we did see this humongous spider.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we walked below its web and wunling was like: ehh! look! got spider!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we were like WOAHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay. pic of wunling at imbiah falls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rezr1HsZVfI/AAAAAAAAABc/eJX_8hhVhDM/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038661380951594482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rezr1HsZVfI/AAAAAAAAABc/eJX_8hhVhDM/s320/DSC00121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i tell you. this pic was so funny to take cause while i was looking into the screen, trying to take the pic, wunling was changing her pose every second!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was damn hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and along the dragon trail, we saw some skulls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rezr1XsZVgI/AAAAAAAAABk/FkDzkpr_Hl4/s1600-h/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038661385246561794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/Rezr1XsZVgI/AAAAAAAAABk/FkDzkpr_Hl4/s320/DSC00122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RezvqXsZVjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6m41gIEgiLE/s1600-h/DSC00123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038665594314511922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RezvqXsZVjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/6m41gIEgiLE/s320/DSC00123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(must have been some poor people who got lost and were eaten up by the snakes and spiders and insects!)&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yupyup.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to vivo for dinner and we played fuzzywuzzy, how many mehmeh, how many sheep sheep sheep, who am i pointing at?, duck and chicken (oooh! this one's my fav) and all those lamo games larh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were trying to kill time as bora and wanyee struggled to finish their food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yuling told us this damn lame story about the char siew pao and siew mai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then me and wunling went to watsons and vivomart to walk walk and we talked about so much rubbish, from toners and moisturisers, to which pantiliners we used!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we also decided to bring our own vitasoy to school!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RezvqXsZVkI/AAAAAAAAACE/8Ueco-luOpM/s1600-h/DSC01163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038665594314511938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/RezvqXsZVkI/AAAAAAAAACE/8Ueco-luOpM/s320/DSC01163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p align="felt"&gt;wow. had a lot of fun yesterday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's so sad that the whole M3 won't be in the same school anymore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boohoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, it was sure a hell of fun while it lasted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I&lt;3&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but that's alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we'll always get to meet up during the hols and we will still always be &lt;em&gt;THE&lt;/em&gt; M3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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://bp1.blogger.com/_u8N3kiFDbHs/ReziFnsZVXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PsMaYk4ie5Q/s72-c/DSC00108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844431.post-3124366568221978130</id><published>2007-02-22T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T17:45:12.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>atheist lilke me</title><content type='html'>I'M SICK!&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;all because of those evil cookies!&lt;br /&gt;yup, that's right, the cookies i baked for valentine's day!&lt;br /&gt;but dont worry just yet. you wont get sore throat like me.&lt;br /&gt;i got it because i ate them while they were fresh and the oven and still sizzling hot.&lt;br /&gt;that means heaty cookies.&lt;br /&gt;which means sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;so i thought it would be nothing.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, it's just a sore throat right?&lt;br /&gt;just drink more water!&lt;br /&gt;but NOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;i had to develop cough and lots of phlaghm and a stuffy nose!&lt;br /&gt;i hope that i'll be okay by sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when we were doing warm ups yesterday during h&amp;f, i was desperately trying to swallow my mucus and phlaghm but i couldn't!&lt;br /&gt;the feeling was just utterly disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;luckily, we didn't have to climb stairs.&lt;br /&gt;so we went on to do 3 of the 5 stations of nafa, the standing broad jump, pull ups and sit ups.&lt;br /&gt;i was so sad that we ddin't get to do sit and reach!&lt;br /&gt;that's my all time favourite station!&lt;br /&gt;then, the guys and the girls had a little spat about whether to play touch rug or soccer.&lt;br /&gt;the guys wanted to play touch rug cause they said it was h&amp;amp;f's FORTE.&lt;br /&gt;but the girls were lazy and we wanted to play soccer so we could stand in one corner and talk during the match.&lt;br /&gt;then the seniors spent like 10 mins deliberating and the guys were so nice that they succumbed to our request!&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;but i think they were smart enough to know what we wanted to do so they made a rule where only the gals could score.&lt;br /&gt;so yea.&lt;br /&gt;but our team won!&lt;br /&gt;despite houjun kicking the ball and hitting me instead of the net!&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;perhaps we won because we were bullying goalie from the other team larh.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;we stood right in front of the net that he had to stand inside the post!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;but our team mates were brilliant too!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;especially the gals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so i learnt my lesson from yesterday and i decided not to take PE today.&lt;br /&gt;and ms tan sent me to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;so i cycled for a while and spent the rest of the time playing with the rowing machine!&lt;br /&gt;and halfway, wan yee joined me.&lt;br /&gt;at least i wasn't alone.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. i won't be able to go to uncle johnson's house on sunday!&lt;br /&gt;that means no more porridge!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;all because of that vertical marathon!&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;now, i've got to sacrifice my favourite porridge that i only get to eat once a year to climb 66 stories!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind! at least i'll be losing weight while the others eat their hearts out.&lt;br /&gt;i just gotta keep telling myself that!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I want to believe in all the miracles too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I want to believe in all the fairy tales with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I want the happily ever after, I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But how can that be when I don't know if heaven's true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And there's no eternity for an atheist like me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-3124366568221978130?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/3124366568221978130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=3124366568221978130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/3124366568221978130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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(:</title><content type='html'>it's valentine's day!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY babes!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today started off quite okay despite the fact that i had to lug my giant bag of cookies and take 2 buses to get to school.&lt;br /&gt;but after i stepped into school, my day became better.&lt;br /&gt;met wanyee and she gave me my packet of goodies!&lt;br /&gt;then we proceeded to the hall and started the distribution of v day presents.&lt;br /&gt;and i made a general observation!&lt;br /&gt;guys go to school on v day empty handed but get a few gifts from the girls while the girls go to school with 1 BIG paper bag and come home with few gifts.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wun ling said my cookies were nice!&lt;br /&gt;but they were a little bit too hard.&lt;br /&gt;but that's alright!&lt;br /&gt;as long as they are nice.&lt;br /&gt;and i feel so sad cause i baked too many cookies.&lt;br /&gt;it's all because of the h&amp;f seniors!&lt;br /&gt;yi ge liang ge pon cca to go out with their lovers and then i got too many cookies cause no one was there to take!&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;h&amp;amp;f was the same today.&lt;br /&gt;just a bit shorter than usual.&lt;br /&gt;we ran one round around the track first.&lt;br /&gt;and during that round, i found out how gay the guys in h&amp;f are.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, some guys kissed the other guys.&lt;br /&gt;and they were announcing it to the whole cca larh!&lt;br /&gt;cause they were making fun of the guys so loudly.&lt;br /&gt;me and hou jun looked at each other and laughed!&lt;br /&gt;then we went to climb stairs!&lt;br /&gt;we climbed 64 stories today!&lt;br /&gt;woohooo!&lt;br /&gt;it was really tiring!&lt;br /&gt;but i had hou jun with me all the way.&lt;br /&gt;we kept holding hands while climbing and it made po po a bit jealous!&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;and 5 said we looked so lesbian!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;but we were just trying to encourage each other and push each other through!&lt;br /&gt;yar.&lt;br /&gt;so basically, the whole h&amp;amp;f thinks me and hou jun are together.&lt;br /&gt;BUT WE'RE NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after h&amp;amp;f, we just sat in the canteen and gossiped.&lt;br /&gt;and we actually managed to find a new couple among the j1s!&lt;br /&gt;ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;we're so kapo larh!&lt;br /&gt;but that's alright!&lt;br /&gt;as long as we have fun doing it!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;cause the words that seem so hard to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;come out when you've gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so stay a little while and hear me say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;that i want you here tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and i need you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;for just one more moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-4372166903579561779?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/4372166903579561779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=4372166903579561779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/4372166903579561779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/4372166903579561779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='happy valentine&apos;s day! 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(:&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to become CAPTAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, good luck to all y'all out there!&lt;br /&gt;whatever your results are, as long as you did your best,&lt;br /&gt;you shouldnt have any regrets!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love y'all loads!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-7313983944511344619?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/7313983944511344619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=7313983944511344619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/7313983944511344619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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chinese project of matchmaking the teachers up.&lt;br /&gt;we cut out their faces and stuck them on really nice bods.&lt;br /&gt;such a pity that the ugliest teachers got pasted on the nicest bods.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;zhou lao shi didnt really appreciate our efforts though.&lt;br /&gt;he said: it's supposed to be a discovery! what discovery did you make? i'm gonna put the board at the highest point on my table and show the whole staff room your project!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP was so lame.&lt;br /&gt;we kept talking rubbih cause mrs loh gave us time to discuss how to write our essays.&lt;br /&gt;and we kept arguing whether mrs loh's baby is a boy or a girl!&lt;br /&gt;and finally, i plucked up some courage and asked her and she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;what do you think neh? yes larh. you guessed it right. boy larh. don't tell you now later cannot sleep at right right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm so sad.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't see &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i lied. i did see you today. but only your ugly hair!&lt;br /&gt;i kept looking out of the window during chinese class to see if &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; walked passed and &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; did!&lt;br /&gt;but i only looked up to see &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; walk past the last window.&lt;br /&gt;that's sad cause i've been seeing &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; eveyday since 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it's hilarious how i &lt;strong&gt;hate you but like you at the same time&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;die.&lt;br /&gt;results are coming out on friday.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so nervous but i cant wait to meet up with my sexy three and gossip with them!&lt;br /&gt;i hope a can stay in MJC man.&lt;br /&gt;if not, i wont be able to see &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; already!&lt;br /&gt;haha...no. that's not really important.&lt;br /&gt;but i really like it in MJC.&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends there.&lt;br /&gt;and it providesme with the right amount of stress to make me work hard.&lt;br /&gt;and i've already gotten so used to the building.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna have that disorientated feeling again and have to make new friends all over again.&lt;br /&gt;rahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can stay in MJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-5863765372342610910?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/5863765372342610910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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finished my econs e learning ws.&lt;br /&gt;i had to be the finance minister of singapore and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;singapore ended up in a $1220 million financial deficit.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywyas, road race wasn't as bad as i expected.&lt;br /&gt;we practically walked the entire way.&lt;br /&gt;but we did cheong on certain occasions to catch up with callisto.&lt;br /&gt;and our mascot fell down.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which,&lt;br /&gt;our mascot won the mascot competition!&lt;br /&gt;that was so surprising to me because i thought mur mur man (the name of our mascot) was the ugliest of all the mascots.&lt;br /&gt;but we still won the thing didn't we?&lt;br /&gt;but stupid triton still won the overall road race competition.&lt;br /&gt;rahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;H&amp;F&lt;br /&gt;won the clubs and society boy's category!&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;me, yuling and hou jun were at the back screaming our heads off!&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;we thought odac was gonna claim all three positions larh!&lt;br /&gt;but h&amp;amp;f won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping after the road race and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i bought a DRESS for CNY.&lt;br /&gt;yes yes.&lt;br /&gt;you read it right.&lt;br /&gt;a DRESS.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll look so weird.&lt;br /&gt;my brother said i looked like felicia chin in the dress.&lt;br /&gt;i think he was being sarcastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-6040579414493322651?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/6040579414493322651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=6040579414493322651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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distance to run.&lt;br /&gt;or should i say walk?&lt;br /&gt;but whatever it is, i'll try to jog most of the distance larh.&lt;br /&gt;i'll try but whether or now i'll make it.....&lt;br /&gt;that's a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. h&amp;amp;f wasn't too bad this week.&lt;br /&gt;after last weeks's 32 storeys, i thought we were in for at least 48 storeys this week.&lt;br /&gt;heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;luckily we ended up playing dodgeball, and getting thrashed.&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather play dodgeball then climb stairs, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;oh, we had to fill up this form for the vertical marathon and my mum didnt want to sign it!&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;i had to convince her to sign it.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously don't know what was wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;i actually convince her to let me climb 66 friggin' storeys.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's now time to convince myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;i havent crashed tpjc yet.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna visit dani and amelia and see jon-lookalike.&lt;br /&gt;oh. i heard mjc is gonna cut their aggregate this year to 11.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;if they really do that,&lt;br /&gt;i'll die.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so scared about the o level results.&lt;br /&gt;i'm worried.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt eat when wun ling reminded me friday was coming.&lt;br /&gt;arrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh lord, i'm not asking for much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm not asking for 6 points!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm simply asking for good grades.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;15 points would do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause 15-4=11!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and 11 is the magic number!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please grant me my wish!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm supposed to do this tmr but i doubt i'll have time so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;happy 7 mths jon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;IT'S BEEN FUN (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but more fun's up ahead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;love ya!! (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-1737938374704760888?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/1737938374704760888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=1737938374704760888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/1737938374704760888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/1737938374704760888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/02/road-race-is-tmr-im-gonna-die.html' title='road race is tmr. i&apos;m gonna die....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-116954883680193382</id><published>2007-01-23T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T18:40:36.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's hello to YOGA!</title><content type='html'>school today was just a a tiring bore.&lt;br /&gt;we had every lesson today.&lt;br /&gt;GP, Chinese, Chemistry, Physics, Maths, Econs, PE....&lt;br /&gt;RAHHH&lt;br /&gt;econs test was like so urgh.&lt;br /&gt;when i first saw the questions, i was like&lt;br /&gt;"WAH LAO! study so hard and only like that come out!"&lt;br /&gt;but then, don't be fooled.&lt;br /&gt;the questions got me thinking real hard on the best approach to take in answering them.&lt;br /&gt;but my favourite question , no doubt, was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Define opportunity cost and give an example of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah! that question was like bao ziak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. then physics lecture so so hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;miss chicken little bought along her friend piglet to help illustrate the wonders of internal energy and so the teacher asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;so, tell me what piglewt is made of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someone from my CG shouted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;PORK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, she showed a pic of piglet in flames and then she asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;so now, what is happenning to piglet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BAK KUA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was seriously funny man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and PE was actually not as bad as i had imagined it to be.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, by some miraculous wonder, running outside school seemed to be less tiring and the distance we ran seemed so much shorter!&lt;br /&gt;so we ran 1.5 km just like that!&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, with the twice-weekly run outside school, i'll start losing weight and improving my stamina!&lt;br /&gt;yes! kill two birds with one stone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so tired right now.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll fall asleep during the arena later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man! can't wait for tmr!&lt;br /&gt;cause tmr is WEDNESDAY!&lt;br /&gt;and wednesday means american idol!&lt;br /&gt;the contestants were so weird but laugh-worthy.&lt;br /&gt;especially the deluded ace young fan who sang under pressure!&lt;br /&gt;it was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;or that queen fan who sang bohemian rhapsody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna start a band soon!&lt;br /&gt;wouldnt it be cool to have a group of people around you who have the same musical interests?&lt;br /&gt;and then y'all can just play your favourite songs!&lt;br /&gt;even better, i'll be able to pen some of my own lyrics down!&lt;br /&gt;ok set!&lt;br /&gt;so i'll play guitar, bala will play the keyboard, amelia will be drumming!&lt;br /&gt;so we need to recruit a frontwoman and a bassist!&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die. i'm so broke.&lt;br /&gt;i better start saving some money everyday so i'll be able to hire reverie to perform!&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;just the thought of it makes me so happy!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i tell you, mjc has so many people who like other people!&lt;br /&gt;for example, i saw a joakim look-alike.&lt;br /&gt;and someone who looks like amelia!&lt;br /&gt;and someone who looks like the carbon copy of someone from reverie!&lt;br /&gt;too bad no one looks like jonathan!&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;guess i'll only find him in tpjc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last thing, i got into Health and Fitness!&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;so it's hello to YOGA!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-116954883680193382?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/116954883680193382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=116954883680193382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/116954883680193382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/116954883680193382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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those song before i gave the cd to him&lt;br /&gt;let me enjoy my moment ok!&lt;br /&gt;(and if you really insist on bursting my bubble, fine..."creep" he may have known but the channces of knowing "if you could only see" is pretty slim!)&lt;br /&gt;now, it's time to reproclaim my love for jonathan!&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;open your eyes now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MELLL LOVES JONATHAN!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay. excuse my high-ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's school tmr.&lt;br /&gt;RAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;i spent the entire afternoon writing my chinese composition man.&lt;br /&gt;someting about my imaginery cousin being a volunteer at some old folks home!&lt;br /&gt;okayy. proceeding on....&lt;br /&gt;econs consolidation quiz on tuesday and i havent even studied.&lt;br /&gt;i'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;i totally understand what the lecturer is talking about but i can't apply it!&lt;br /&gt;nvm...da sao says it's alright to flunk the first econs test!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;but i'll try my darnest to pass!&lt;br /&gt;omg...right now, all i can remember is the defination of opportunity cost!&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not looking forward to tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;cause there's PE and we have to run one whole round outside school!&lt;br /&gt;rahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm gonna fall sick on tuesday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-116939099090380751?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/116939099090380751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=116939099090380751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/116939099090380751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/116939099090380751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/01/jon-listened-to-my-cd.html' title='jon listened to my cd!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-116894289832376618</id><published>2007-01-16T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T18:21:38.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shout to the lord</title><content type='html'>RAHHH!&lt;br /&gt;my timetable is so packed now.&lt;br /&gt;it's goodbye to one lecture followed by 3 periods of break then another lecture, and hello to days jam-packed with lectures, tutorials and practicals.&lt;br /&gt;and 50 excrutiating minutes of PE.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;those 3 rounds around the track was enough to give me a headache which is still lerking around.&lt;br /&gt;i know, i know,&lt;br /&gt;it's only threes rounds,&lt;br /&gt;only 1.2 freaking kilometres.&lt;br /&gt;TO YOU!&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry but to me, it's a really different matter.&lt;br /&gt;the first round was still okay but the subsequent rounds just made it worst.&lt;br /&gt;what was left of the little little stamina i had (if i had any!!) is now *poof* GONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today, on the way home,&lt;br /&gt;while i was waiting at the traffic light to cross the road,&lt;br /&gt;this bitch (opps, did i say bitch? scrape that.)&lt;br /&gt;correction: this FUCKED UP ASSWIPE sopposite the road started pointing to me and whispering something to her boyfriend (also an asswipe)&lt;br /&gt;and started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;like OMG.&lt;br /&gt;at least have the decency not to point at someone when you laugh at them larh!&lt;br /&gt;anyways, back to my story, she and her boyfriend (wait, or was it her GIRLFRIEND?it's pretty hard to tell larh, girls from my secondary school are very pro at binding their boobs and lowering their voices) laughed. and I SAW IT!&lt;br /&gt;then she said something again and the both of them laughed again.&lt;br /&gt;the best thing is when we crossed each other on the orad, i stared at that ASSWIPE and i realised that that FUCKER was one of my firneds.&lt;br /&gt;HEH HEH.&lt;br /&gt;noticed i used WAS?&lt;br /&gt;she isnt my friend anymore because we just stopped talking to each other 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;but wait!&lt;br /&gt;maybe i didnt see it properly.&lt;br /&gt;were they laughing at me or was that bloody asswipe laughing at herself?&lt;br /&gt;perhaps she said to her boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ehh. i very ugly hor? why your taste so bad arh? choose such a fugly ah lian to be your ah lian girlfriend? oh i know why! cause you're ugly too and you're a beng so an ugly beng needs an even uglier ah lian! wah sia! i so clever right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they started laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe she was just laughing at the fact that her boyfriend, or possibly girlfriend, was like erm, shorter than her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the fact that she was erm, pretty much quite fat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or that her personal style and sense of dressing would make britney, pantiless, look good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the fact that next time, when you're gonna be begging on the streets for money cause you didnt treasure the education that your parents gave you, and you went to play with guys and got yourself pregnant, having to drop out of school (if you were even in one!!) to look after your children, i'd be throwing 5 cents in your face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know, TAKE YOUR PICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My Jesus, My Savior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lord, there is none like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All of my days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I want to praise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The glories on your wonderous love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My comfort, My shelter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tower of refuge and strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Let every breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All that I am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Never cease to worship you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Shout to the Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All the earth, let us sing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Power and majesty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Praise to the King.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mountains bow down and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The seas will roar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;At the sound of your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I sing for joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;At word of your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Forever I'll love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Forever I'll stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nothing compares to the promise I have in you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-116894289832376618?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/116894289832376618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=116894289832376618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/116894289832376618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/116894289832376618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/01/shout-to-lord.html' title='shout to the lord'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-116860314397996144</id><published>2007-01-12T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T20:07:31.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M3 forever!</title><content type='html'>"There is no escape from loneliness and separation...the fact must be recognise...thus i reconciled myself to this separation with less struggle then before"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i know most of you guys would be screaming "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" when you read the first line and i'm sorry for bringing up literature, in particular, the english teacher, but that quote really explains how i feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, let me tell you why i'm talking about separation all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;you see, once upon a time, there live 22 strangers who over the course of 8 days, met, talked and became really close. that 22 people is none other than MIRANDA 3!&lt;br /&gt;well, we all had the same subject combination and thus we assumed that we would be spared from the cruelty of the world (or rather, MJC) and would not get separated.&lt;br /&gt;but low and behold, the school decided to torture us and split us up into 4 different classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, we're all pretty much angry at the school for tearing MIRANDA 3 apart.&lt;br /&gt;at least 4 gals are gonna go for cca together&lt;br /&gt;(haha...Health and Fitness all the way man!)&lt;br /&gt;but still, it still pains my heart to be away from the people whom i've come to know as friends.&lt;br /&gt;we've screamed together, walked together, ran together, got wet together, ate together, danced together and most importantly, enjoyed ourselves, TOGEHTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the school thought it would be fun for us to get to know new people and take another freakin week to remember new faces and names so they ripped us apart.&lt;br /&gt;MIRANDA 3 was the most enthu and united OG around in MJC and they decided to kill that spirit!&lt;br /&gt;how could they?&lt;br /&gt;now, i'll be separated from my beloved TELETUBBIES!&lt;br /&gt;no more PO PO and TWINK TWINK!&lt;br /&gt;i'm extremely sad and devastated over the school's rash decision of splitting all the OGs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what the hell,&lt;br /&gt;MIRANDA 3 WILL ALWAYS BE MIRANDA 3!&lt;br /&gt;we'll stay as united as ever!&lt;br /&gt;we'll still eat together and have gatherings yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HEART M3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5652/1233/1600/675339/Miranda%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5652/1233/400/525571/Miranda%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ALL THE REST CAN GO FLY KITE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&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/13844431-116860314397996144?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13844431.post-116833943592041453</id><published>2007-01-09T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T18:43:55.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIRANDA 3 ROCKS!</title><content type='html'>oh man!&lt;br /&gt;school has started!&lt;br /&gt;orientation was FUN!&lt;br /&gt;all the screaming and cheering!&lt;br /&gt;oh my god...i think i didnt scream so much before!&lt;br /&gt;not even during the lime sonic bang or the SI chasing!&lt;br /&gt;and what is our favourite cheer?&lt;br /&gt;THE FLY KITE CHEER!&lt;br /&gt;that's the cheer we're most pro at screaming!&lt;br /&gt;i think my OG is like the most united OG ever larh!&lt;br /&gt;we went out for supper on friday night after campfire can?&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;MIRANDA 3 ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. we started lectures yesterday and i am totally starting to hate maths!&lt;br /&gt;oh no..........&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TUITION!&lt;br /&gt;the whole polynomial and partial fraction thing is really very confusing!&lt;br /&gt;and chemistry is even worst!&lt;br /&gt;the teacher is even more boring than mrs teo....&lt;br /&gt;20 mins before the end of the period, we were already gonna die!&lt;br /&gt;then i was almost dozing off when the teacher mentioned STP!&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, my eyes almost popped out okay.&lt;br /&gt;then i was like "STONE TEMPLE PILOTS!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;but it turned out to be some standard temperature and pressure thing.&lt;br /&gt;CHEH RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;so much for chemistry!&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not even gonna start on econs cause the whole opportunity-cost thing didnt even go into my head!&lt;br /&gt;physics was so far okay cause she hasn't started teaching yet!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna have to mug doubly hard this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dani told me today that she saw someone who looks like jon today!&lt;br /&gt;LIKE OMG!&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna crash tpjc one of these days!&lt;br /&gt;and i tell you, i saw this guy in mjc that looks like someone from reverie!&lt;br /&gt;exact carbon-copy okay.&lt;br /&gt;it was so freaky!&lt;br /&gt;i even wanted to ask him if they were related but i didnt dare!&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg...i really miss amelia and annabella!&lt;br /&gt;haven't seen them in quite a while...&lt;br /&gt;haaa. but brudder and i have been gossipping quite frequently!&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;BRUDDER! WE MUST GO OUT SOON OKAY?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-116833943592041453?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/116833943592041453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=116833943592041453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/116833943592041453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/116833943592041453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2007/01/miranda-3-rocks.html' title='MIRANDA 3 ROCKS!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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-13844431.post-116721747406991295</id><published>2006-12-27T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T19:46:58.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day of thank yous and goodbyes</title><content type='html'>okay.&lt;br /&gt;let's see...&lt;br /&gt;well, last year and this year has sure come and gone really quickly.&lt;br /&gt;first, we were in this huge classroom with like 20+ foreign faces,&lt;br /&gt;then we begin to make new friends.&lt;br /&gt;one moment you hear poh say "you all only got 6 more months before your o levels! you better buck up!",&lt;br /&gt;the next moment, you're dreading all the studying and making the textbooks your worst enemy.&lt;br /&gt;then in a blink of an eye, school has closed and there's 2 weeks left till the exams and everyone is slogging their brains out trying to study and dictate what they have previously read from their textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;soon after, the exams were over and it was play time. a just like that *snaps fingers*, the year is soon coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;wow. that was pretty fast ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;but of course how can you forget about all the drama and mayhem that we experienced throughout.&lt;br /&gt;i know that words cannot possibly sum up EVERY single detail but i'm just gonna pen down some of the more signifcant stuff and my feelings about them and let's just simply call it "Melissa's Thoughts on People and Events that Shaped the Last Two Years", shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay. a little hint. this entry might be a little long so if you're not interested, just keep scrolling down till you see your name. and if you're not in this entry then too bad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so where do i start?&lt;br /&gt;the beginning of the year?&lt;br /&gt;well, this is a long story so let's start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;it all happened when five girls were in the group. but then, one quarter of the way through 2005, someone somehow managed to split the five lovely gals into 2 groups, one with her and 2 other really good people but they were just under her "evil spell" and another 2 gals who broke out and made it on their own. the peolpe from the two groups hardly spoke to each other and had that unspoken hate for the gals in the other group.&lt;br /&gt;but towards the end of 2005, the 2 really nice people from the 3 gal group realised that they didn't really like that evil girl and so they decided to kick her out and reunite with the two gal group.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS THE BEST DECISION THEY EVER MADE.&lt;br /&gt;so guess what happened?&lt;br /&gt;the four gals began talking and talking and they became friends again!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;and they became the bestest best friends.&lt;br /&gt;well, let's just say that the evil woman found another group.&lt;br /&gt;so the 4 gals lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;they sat near each other in class, went for recess together, went on shopping sprees together, and did so many crazy things TOGETHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, the four gals are amelia, annabella, cherish and myself.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, we were really close to each other and let me just recount some of the more memorable experiences i had with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;amelia aka BRUDDER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i dunno where to start with this woman! this woman here, is my main accomplice in all my crimes.&lt;br /&gt;she sits 2 seats away from me and during bio, we would sit together and talk and talk and talk.&lt;br /&gt;i think now you know why our bio marks aren't that great!&lt;br /&gt;so this girl, amelia, is my one and only, BRUDDER!&lt;br /&gt;she is like the quietest person i have ever known but when you get to know her, you will die from shock.&lt;br /&gt;she is like so CAWAYZEEEEEE, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;she is actually quite loud and outspoken.&lt;br /&gt;just that she hides that from other people.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, she is the ONLY one who has accompanied me on all my idol missions.&lt;br /&gt;she was there when i screamed for jonathan, she was there when i hugged him, she was there to tell jon "eh. you must remember her okay!", causing him to ask me for me name and write it on my poster, she was there when i took photos of him, she was there when we cursed and swore at &lt;strong&gt;that woman who stole our idol bag that my beloved jonathan signed and threw to US&lt;/strong&gt;, she was there when i jumped for joy knowing that i got tickets to watch the idol finals, she was there at the idol finals with me, and she was there when i dragged her down for a rock concert at night just to see jon perform (sadly, we never got to hear him sing, but she should still be grateful that she found her love, saw loser).&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, and i'm sure you get it by now, SHE WAS ALWAYS THERE during all the crazy idol mania.&lt;br /&gt;yea. i have never met anyone like her, in terms of personality and spunk!&lt;br /&gt;and theat unmistakable poser-ness!&lt;br /&gt;amelia and i definitely had some fond memories. like when we shared that double bike and sang like crazy while cycling! or when we both took turns to teach bala how to cycle. or the earthquake that she, bala and i shared. we definitely had fun scrapping all the butterscotch of the bowl and shaker! or those endless waiting during those idol missions, when we sat there and waited , turning to stupid things like making faces and talking in different accents to entertain ourselves! or the time that we went bowling and almost all my throws ended up in the drain. HEH HEH. BUT I HAD A STIKE OUT ONCE! or the crazy amount of window shopping we did together. and the waiting outside the hour glass for bala and cherish to show when it was raining and we couldnt find them. and that day when she witness the death of my roti john which i happily engulfed. or the time we ate red ruby and that blue dessert thing from the prata shop near school. and i would also like to thank her for the &lt;strong&gt;countless &lt;/strong&gt;times she waited for me outside the toilet!&lt;br /&gt;BRUDDER! I LOVE YOU MAN!&lt;br /&gt;you cannot forget me arh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5652/1233/320/65666/SSL11287.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/x/blogger/5652/1233/320/995637/SSL11403.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5652/1233/320/354598/SSL10995.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;annaballa aka BALA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh. this girl know almost every guy that i have liked in the past two years. almost all larh cause i didn't tell her about some! she knows about cheng and leong. and mr xxx (okay. i don't know his name okay, thus the xxx) omg. and i know about sly, show, ahmad and ub.c.&lt;br /&gt;during the last 6 months, 85% of all the sms i'd sent her was about leong.&lt;br /&gt;stuff about his dancing, his hair, his clothes, how he smells, how damn sexy his voice is (ahaha. we all known this one eh?) or about that bad habbit of his that i totally &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so basically, we chat mostly about guys.&lt;br /&gt;but we have really interesting theories.&lt;br /&gt;like how if you dream of someone 10 times, that someone will dream about you!&lt;br /&gt;(this theory, or in fact, hypothesis, is based on total crap which bala made up to make me feel better!)&lt;br /&gt;okay. erm. this girl. she has the craziest clothes. if she says she's wearing a shirt or jacket, you can presume that the shirt or jacket has a lot of holes ok? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;and her skirt is like 2 times shorter than our school skirt.&lt;br /&gt;and her crazy nails! those killer long nails that she paints in the weirdest colours!&lt;br /&gt;and her damn obsession about talking like bobby!&lt;br /&gt;omg. spare me the "aunty! hurry up! i want my bundong!"&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;and the endless walking up and down past a certain shop in tm so that she heart can putong putong!&lt;br /&gt;and when she finally came to an idol mission!&lt;br /&gt;ahaha...&lt;br /&gt;we had a great deal of fun spoiling hady's cheer and screaming for jon.&lt;br /&gt;and who can forget that talk we had with justina about jon!&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;bala is one massive explosion of craziness! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5652/1233/320/580967/SSL11300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;cherish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah. this girl is damn smart okay!&lt;br /&gt;heh hehe. and somehow, all i remember are those phonecalls about those stupid tys questions about chem, physics and amaths! we spent a really long time thinkning and solving those questions!&lt;br /&gt;but who can forget those four cute little toys that we all bought for her birthday!&lt;br /&gt;and that eeyore who went around interviewing people!&lt;br /&gt;oh...and we did diss a couple of teaching over the phone!&lt;br /&gt;i think if you think hard enough, or if you know me well enough, you would know who we dissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5652/1233/320/461621/SSL11292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;melissa aka dani:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;this girl, together with her crew, did play a part in sparking my interest on rock again!&lt;br /&gt;i remember it was during camp, after the night walk that i found out that they loved CSI!&lt;br /&gt;and greg! ahaha! and their passion for music is undenyable.&lt;br /&gt;i believe i only knew the crew cause of melissa!&lt;br /&gt;she was my camp buddy and we had to go everywhere together!&lt;br /&gt;also, hani and i have made up a whole web of made-believe stuff.&lt;br /&gt;like our not-so-very-secret lives!&lt;br /&gt;heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;or the husbands and kids!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;it was seriously very funny cause we talked as if we were really with those guys!&lt;br /&gt;and like she really gave birth to ryan!&lt;br /&gt;and all those messages on what cds we were gonna buy next!&lt;br /&gt;i can still remember we were supposed to be the gay couple of the class and we told everyone we were going to las vegas to get married! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;and our very horny song "kiss from a rose" by seal!&lt;br /&gt;or the list of songs that were very horny that we came up with during the suicidal chinese drills.&lt;br /&gt;or even the stupid warm ups and practices we did while waiting for our turn to go during orals!&lt;br /&gt;i can still recall the day when she wouldnt let me pass unless i sang "bittersweet symphony" like lukas rossi!&lt;br /&gt;and the proposed idea on making the shirt that say "i'll chase cars with you, jon!"&lt;br /&gt;and all those fake tattoos we drew on ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;and the corny ones she suggested to me!&lt;br /&gt;i just i'll never forget about all the made-up stuff! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5652/1233/320/772962/SSL11000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;yifang aka fang fang!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh. i'm so sorry for being so crazy during lessons! but thank you for the laughs and jokes! we certainly had fun laughing about this specific teacher!&lt;br /&gt;or the time when we crossed hands and rested our heads on them and kang ch saw us and said we were so cute! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;fang fang! daisy!&lt;br /&gt;i will miss you leh!&lt;br /&gt;so sad. now no one will be there to teach me maths or physics or chem! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5652/1233/320/716999/SSL10913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;brigette:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cabinet minister!&lt;br /&gt;LOL...i will always remember your bond with the cupboard at the back!&lt;br /&gt;and that crazy jumping around whenever we played captain's ball! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5652/1233/320/299135/SSL11023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the twins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the twins are wacky man!&lt;br /&gt;the are just so open and approachable!&lt;br /&gt;and they goofiness just makes me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;the twins, after much observation, are really easy to differentiate!&lt;br /&gt;they have different partings and different shaped specs.&lt;br /&gt;but if you really look at them, their faces look different too!&lt;br /&gt;and one twin is messier than the other!&lt;br /&gt;and i will never forget how the twins love to mess my hair whenever they see me!&lt;br /&gt;guess my hair will be a lot neater next year, but i will never forget those crazy pair! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&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/x/blogger/5652/1233/320/425555/SSL11331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;bertha, anna, audrey, jovia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not that close to these people but i still wanna say thank you for the occassional fun and oodles of joy that they have injected into my life!&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. some personal messages...&lt;br /&gt;bertha........my niece. don't bully ah ma when you all go to SA hor! ahaha. later no one give you allowance!&lt;br /&gt;anna.......my horny power ranger! lol. stay horny okay! haha...those horny moments very very ermmm.... HORNY! (:&lt;br /&gt;audrey........my jogging buddy! sigh...next year cannot run 2.4km with you already! okay...that's really sad cause you and i were like the slowest in class larh! now it'll just be me being the slowest in my school! so sad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5652/1233/320/884107/SSL11038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5652/1233/320/980991/SSL11039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;the rest of my fellow 4/7 clasmates:&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the memories and good times!&lt;br /&gt;it was a wonderful journey, these past 2 years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, events that i will always remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 3 camp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. this was the scariest moment of my life. i just met new peopl and i wasn't close to anyone at all! amelia and annabella didn't go. and my agreed buddy left me and found a new campanion! so it was there where i made new friends! i found out about anna! and how she loved new age music! oh wow. such people are hard to come by! and her taste in music is just like mine!&lt;br /&gt;i also found my jogging buddy, audrey, while climbing up that huge mountain!&lt;br /&gt;i was so happy that i finally found someone to jog with me during PE warm-ups and the 2.4 napha test!&lt;br /&gt;and like i mentioned, i found dani's crew!&lt;br /&gt;they were the coolest bunch of people that i've ever met!&lt;br /&gt;and they still are!&lt;br /&gt;i remember what they did to pearlyn with the powder!&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;it was during that camp that new friendship was formed and the class started bonding!&lt;br /&gt;and those killer 2 minutes baths!&lt;br /&gt;people were already screaming "hurry up!", before i even took off my clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;march 2005:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found my bestest buddy, amelia!&lt;br /&gt;you all know how close we are right?&lt;br /&gt;we even bathed together! TWICE!&lt;br /&gt;i know, it's so lesbian right! lol...but we didnt have a choice!&lt;br /&gt;it was during camp larh!&lt;br /&gt;but amelia has been a really close buddy who knows me very well.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm less angsty because of her too! she's so quiet larh...if i remained so furious and loud, it would just be weird! so i became quieter while she became bolder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 october 2005:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the proposed wedding date that dani and i set!&lt;br /&gt;lol...it was like in the middle of the exams i think!&lt;br /&gt;it was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of year holidays in 2005:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class chalet in the evening but me, amelia and sherill went bowling first!&lt;br /&gt;i found out that i sucked at bowling on the very day!&lt;br /&gt;then me and amelia went cycling!&lt;br /&gt;after that, we walked like almost from one end of the park to another, heading for the chalet, stopping in front of the huge tv at the snacks shop to watch tong xin yuan!&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast foward to june 2006:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&gt; i met my love!&lt;br /&gt;on TV! lol&lt;br /&gt;he is the only guy that my entire family knows i like okay!&lt;br /&gt;and it was my dad who guessed that i like him!&lt;br /&gt;i think they got tired of making fun of me about him!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;my mum told me that "melissa leong doens't sound nice".&lt;br /&gt;haha...okay. honestly, first impressions count right?&lt;br /&gt;so i'll be totally honest.&lt;br /&gt;i thought jonathan was a complete asshole. an arrogant one, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;the way he snapped his fingers and sang his audition song arh, and his gelled hair and black (i think) outfit...i seriously did not really like him. fine. he was cute but his attitude arh......&lt;br /&gt;but since the first piano show, my heart melted. his take on "ig you're gone" was spine-tingling cause he sounded so much like rob thomas!&lt;br /&gt;and who can forget his gooffy dancing and mikestand-feeling when he sang smooth!&lt;br /&gt;okay. i was hooked.&lt;br /&gt;then he sang kissing a fool! ahhhhhh! i was waiting for someone to sing that song during the last competition but no one sang it and when he said he was gonna sing it, i went bersark!&lt;br /&gt;and he did that double mike spin thing. total coolness!&lt;br /&gt;and that night he sang plush!&lt;br /&gt;it was SCARY!&lt;br /&gt;the whole eyeliner thing, don't do it again jon!&lt;br /&gt;but i dug the velvet revolver shirt!&lt;br /&gt;and the steve-tyler inspired scarfs on the mikestand!&lt;br /&gt;and one of his favourite songs include in the air tonight.&lt;br /&gt;omg. i screamed when he said he was gonna be singing that song.&lt;br /&gt;my dad told me to not run to the tv in case i fell down cause i was too excited!&lt;br /&gt;okay. i seriously thought jon was perfect okay!&lt;br /&gt;he liked the same kinda music as i do, likes the same tv shows and movies, and according to some psssst psssst, he had a good personality. so i gave him a 85% perfect rating.&lt;br /&gt;okay. but due to something i just found out, some bad habbit of his, the rating has dropped to say, 65%.&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm being mean but i simply cannot accept what he did!&lt;br /&gt;dani and annabella says it's not that bad. they say that it's not good but it isn't that bad...&lt;br /&gt;but i still can't accept it!&lt;br /&gt;random fact, i once dreamt of jon for 3 straight nights.&lt;br /&gt;i know, it's freaky!&lt;br /&gt;and i think basically everyone i know knows that i like jon!&lt;br /&gt;so yea.....that's my take on jon for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 june:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally got my lovehammers cd! after months of searching and waiting, i found my lovehammers cd! that day was quite a significant day for me cause it made me like rock music again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 july:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;i got hugged by jon!&lt;br /&gt;lol...and he asked me for my name! i went high that day with amelia cause she got hugged by joakim too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 july:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i had waited for that day since the end of 2005.&lt;br /&gt;why? it's was the night rockstar: supernova started!&lt;br /&gt;i started to feel for rock again and got inspired by the lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 september:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally convinced bala that leong was cuter than cheng!&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha! i think only the two of us know who cheng is! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 november:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pathetic! it was my birthday i i had o levels on that day!&lt;br /&gt;i felt so sick of it all!&lt;br /&gt;but i got the nicest card ever!&lt;br /&gt;the pop-up card that amelia made for me!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT BRUDDER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 dec ( i think ) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby ryan was born! lol. after like forever, dani finally poped and gave birth to ryan good!&lt;br /&gt;i was so happy for dani and couldnt wait for the quads to meet him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 dec:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amelia's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;i made her a pop-up joakim card to make her happy!&lt;br /&gt;it really made me happy to see her smile the way she did!&lt;br /&gt;brought her to the rice table for lunch where she dropped her ring again!&lt;br /&gt;and then we met randell tan look-alike!&lt;br /&gt;lol...we both bought new bags on that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, yeah. i guess that's pretty much all.&lt;br /&gt;so thank you for reading this cause if you did manage to read up till here,&lt;br /&gt;WOW!&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. i hope you guys had a great year too! and i wish you guys all the best for the next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---much love &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13844431-116721747406991295?l=slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/feeds/116721747406991295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13844431&amp;postID=116721747406991295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/116721747406991295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13844431/posts/default/116721747406991295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancingontheboulevard.blogspot.com/2006/12/day-of-thank-yous-and-goodbyes.html' title='a day of thank yous and goodbyes'/><author><name>Melissa</name><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>
