<?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-18566529</id><updated>2012-01-26T11:31:02.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Angels</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Meldryne</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>713</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-4985079774969476322</id><published>2012-01-26T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T11:31:02.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two-Fucking-Zero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LZsGUXNcp7s/TyDGfeM6SAI/AAAAAAAAFMY/4E-BrlpOZNc/s1600/tumblr_lo6i33rTWM1qce3p6o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LZsGUXNcp7s/TyDGfeM6SAI/AAAAAAAAFMY/4E-BrlpOZNc/s320/tumblr_lo6i33rTWM1qce3p6o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have not been blogging for quite awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cny is here &amp;amp; my birthday has just passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm 20. Yea, 2-fucking-0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel old. No, actually I still feel pretty young and lively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I would wake up the next day and wham!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feel old, but well no, it didn't happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess that's just how life works.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It just happens.. You grow old without ever realizing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day, I'll look into the mirror and see an old lady looking back at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Growing old aside, life has been pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got accepted into Intercontinental Hotel for my attachment in March too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy max max I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boyfriend got a job 2 weeks after his ORD and is already almost a month into his job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That means I can shake leg soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't have to struggle and work so hard anymore. Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too many good things happening to me, please just let them last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be good, I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fingers interlocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-4985079774969476322?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/4985079774969476322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/4985079774969476322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2012/01/two-fucking-zero.html' title='Two-Fucking-Zero'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LZsGUXNcp7s/TyDGfeM6SAI/AAAAAAAAFMY/4E-BrlpOZNc/s72-c/tumblr_lo6i33rTWM1qce3p6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-7598584040135002131</id><published>2011-12-15T15:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T15:11:23.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty angry girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kCCjh83brlI/TumbIXC1u6I/AAAAAAAAFMQ/GlmYB2C0AbE/s1600/tumblr_lj5775ZBPW1qzltmfo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kCCjh83brlI/TumbIXC1u6I/AAAAAAAAFMQ/GlmYB2C0AbE/s320/tumblr_lj5775ZBPW1qzltmfo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realised I've been pretty angst recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prolly because it was that time of the month and subsequently, I fell sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really short-tempered and easily agitated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And also very demanding towards the boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kinda feel bad when I pick a fight with him for no apparent reason when I'm moody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I don't know why I can't seem to control my emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Need to give myself a tight slap.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can I be so mean to someone so dear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hate myself for being such a bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hate how I crave for so much attention from one person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hate it when I get emotional like a little girl because I can't get what I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love how you love me so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-7598584040135002131?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/7598584040135002131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/7598584040135002131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-realised-ive-been-pretty-angst.html' title='Pretty angry girl'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kCCjh83brlI/TumbIXC1u6I/AAAAAAAAFMQ/GlmYB2C0AbE/s72-c/tumblr_lj5775ZBPW1qzltmfo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-7078204422674756335</id><published>2011-11-09T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T22:45:16.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phuuuuu-ket Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PSznrDPoAUQ/TrqPDgPz1YI/AAAAAAAAFKQ/GlyDMs8p8yM/s1600/SAM_4030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PSznrDPoAUQ/TrqPDgPz1YI/AAAAAAAAFKQ/GlyDMs8p8yM/s320/SAM_4030.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the way to the airport&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YnafqSG3HAI/TrqPHdpeTNI/AAAAAAAAFKY/Eys7Tm681Xk/s1600/SAM_4058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YnafqSG3HAI/TrqPHdpeTNI/AAAAAAAAFKY/Eys7Tm681Xk/s320/SAM_4058.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;In the hotel room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQ9z0OKxQ9Q/TrqPKk39JrI/AAAAAAAAFKg/uGQOyqfrxX8/s1600/SAM_4069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YQ9z0OKxQ9Q/TrqPKk39JrI/AAAAAAAAFKg/uGQOyqfrxX8/s320/SAM_4069.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Along Bangla Rd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBkeQt81QGU/TrqPOWqxzrI/AAAAAAAAFKo/5fSdfdpTCdg/s1600/SAM_4071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBkeQt81QGU/TrqPOWqxzrI/AAAAAAAAFKo/5fSdfdpTCdg/s320/SAM_4071.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The tiger and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FXcSROkwXKE/TrqPRwLVwoI/AAAAAAAAFKw/S0SCdbMNMTA/s1600/SAM_4075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FXcSROkwXKE/TrqPRwLVwoI/AAAAAAAAFKw/S0SCdbMNMTA/s320/SAM_4075.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Patong Beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JYA-n7jAAa4/TrqPWHmJIVI/AAAAAAAAFK4/AG9qLxEddBk/s1600/SAM_4083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JYA-n7jAAa4/TrqPWHmJIVI/AAAAAAAAFK4/AG9qLxEddBk/s320/SAM_4083.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;On the way to Jungceylon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lM3BHFDUE2M/TrqPZHMj4dI/AAAAAAAAFLA/Qo-kf5MrIpo/s1600/SAM_4097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lM3BHFDUE2M/TrqPZHMj4dI/AAAAAAAAFLA/Qo-kf5MrIpo/s320/SAM_4097.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We are on...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6pMU3hW47M/TrqPchvPLKI/AAAAAAAAFLI/ak8ws4-Ps6c/s1600/SAM_4110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6pMU3hW47M/TrqPchvPLKI/AAAAAAAAFLI/ak8ws4-Ps6c/s320/SAM_4110.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;An elephant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U5Xj38aDCEo/TrqPhIYQ39I/AAAAAAAAFLQ/mCWq6_qhNTk/s1600/SAM_4162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U5Xj38aDCEo/TrqPhIYQ39I/AAAAAAAAFLQ/mCWq6_qhNTk/s320/SAM_4162.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And then there's the dinosaur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irSlyGGkto8/TrqPlhnMnoI/AAAAAAAAFLY/rQ3bEvmQIYA/s1600/SAM_4190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irSlyGGkto8/TrqPlhnMnoI/AAAAAAAAFLY/rQ3bEvmQIYA/s320/SAM_4190.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And the little girl w huge ass boobs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7eEf0s6Q4MI/TrqPoPR6acI/AAAAAAAAFLg/ym1aMJ-Yqak/s1600/SAM_4193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7eEf0s6Q4MI/TrqPoPR6acI/AAAAAAAAFLg/ym1aMJ-Yqak/s320/SAM_4193.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Went up to see the big Buddha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoTYelHtCDM/TrqPsU03f8I/AAAAAAAAFLo/CDngbGUpP7Y/s1600/SAM_4248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoTYelHtCDM/TrqPsU03f8I/AAAAAAAAFLo/CDngbGUpP7Y/s320/SAM_4248.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was at Karon Beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YN8G3QGij2k/TrqPvRSf3AI/AAAAAAAAFLw/Tl8XFPynNa4/s1600/SAM_4283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YN8G3QGij2k/TrqPvRSf3AI/AAAAAAAAFLw/Tl8XFPynNa4/s320/SAM_4283.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Polka dots raincoat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4kZtBVnTELs/TrqPzvS70SI/AAAAAAAAFL4/HesRKMJTNMw/s1600/SAM_4284.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4kZtBVnTELs/TrqPzvS70SI/AAAAAAAAFL4/HesRKMJTNMw/s320/SAM_4284.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bf got the normal boring looking one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Yrjitxqndc/TrqOd179eSI/AAAAAAAAFKI/nWAKXUpNQLQ/s1600/375854_10150352954433341_745463340_8241226_1671220442_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Yrjitxqndc/TrqOd179eSI/AAAAAAAAFKI/nWAKXUpNQLQ/s320/375854_10150352954433341_745463340_8241226_1671220442_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Strolling strolling strolling..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6UFN7oPI2M/TrqP3Q9PkII/AAAAAAAAFMA/vYx8USeyocE/s1600/SAM_4318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6UFN7oPI2M/TrqP3Q9PkII/AAAAAAAAFMA/vYx8USeyocE/s320/SAM_4318.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back in Phuket International Airport&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love holidays with the people I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-7078204422674756335?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/7078204422674756335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/7078204422674756335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/11/phuuuuu-ket-island.html' title='Phuuuuu-ket Island'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PSznrDPoAUQ/TrqPDgPz1YI/AAAAAAAAFKQ/GlyDMs8p8yM/s72-c/SAM_4030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-6567752186375075384</id><published>2011-10-24T04:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T04:24:05.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone like you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XfeSsc0v-3o/TqR0B-bGRMI/AAAAAAAAFJg/L1UrWpX52MA/s1600/tumblr_lnxxvncobA1qibj9po1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XfeSsc0v-3o/TqR0B-bGRMI/AAAAAAAAFJg/L1UrWpX52MA/s320/tumblr_lnxxvncobA1qibj9po1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Was just browsing through the net when I came across this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Shitty things women tend to do (From Holly Jean's blog), and found it really true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;*Hint hint* &amp;nbsp;-- to the bf, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;1. Turn Up Late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The reality is.. some girls are never on time. And if she's one of those, then it will never change. Try telling her a meeting/pick up time that's 30 minutes earlier than needed... so there's a buffer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;2. Have Selective Memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sometimes we can't remember what we had for lunch today, or the fact that we already have 3 similar black dresses in our wardrobe... but we can recall exactly what you said 2weeks, 3days and 6 hours ago... if we need to bring it up during an argument. We can also remember every single time you went out without us, and every single promise you have broken. We're mentally advanced like that.. don't fault us on our super mental recall abilities. (Instead of complaining about women not letting matters rest, men should hone their recall skills so they won't bloody forget their own words!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;3. Become Needy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We get attached quite easily. We want cuddles, we want you to talk to us, and reassure us. Women tend to become insecure when they fall in love. If we're independent, and don't give a hoot about where you are or what you're up to... that means we're not really that in to you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;4. Keep Tabs On Your Rubber Necking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We have excellent peripheral vision. Yes, everytime a passing girl catches your eye, and you (try to discreetly) turn back to have a better look at her... we notice. Sometimes, we will ask you what's wrong? Or what were you looking at? or Do you know her? But most times, we will pretend not to notice. But we do keep tabs. Fuck you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;5. Whine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Women whine about work, being fat, blisters, bad hair, being fat, food, nails, the weather... have I mentioned being fat? Things that guys don't even think about can be big problems to a woman. It's just the way we operate... we whine to get things out of our system. We don't expect you to fix anything, we just want you to listen. Tomorrow, it will be exactly the same. And that's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS in Competition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Women like to compare, and would prefer to come out with the winning hand... all the time. We don't like it if someone else's boyfriend/husband is better than ours, or if her relationship is better than ours. The majority of us look at pictures of Kate and Prince William and feel life is unfair *grunts and stomps hooves*.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;7. Don't Speak Our Minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;If something is upsetting us, we will say NOTHING is wrong. You need to get with the programme, and realise that something is really wrong... you can usually tell by the way we are acting. We will either get withdrawn or suddenly go quiet. You're in trouble. Think back to what dumbass thing you just said or did... and fix the situation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;8. Want to be Princesses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Some of us are outright demanding... but the majority of us don't verbalise it. All women want to be treated like Princesses (not necessarily in terms of money but at least in thought and effort). Don't know why.. but we kinda think it's our birth right that men should cater to our needs and wants. Of course you can choose to be the sort of guy who doesn't give a shit about this... but you will eventually lose us to the knight in shining armour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;9. Fish For Compliments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We want men to be attracted to us, and to show it. We want you to tell us we look great in our new dress, or how tasty the meal we cooked is, or even that you love the way we smile. We have egos too. And we need you to stroke it sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;10. Possessive Bitchiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. So true. Women get bitchy when other women encroach into their territory. You are our man. We won't stand for other women flirting with you. You should NEVER flirt back. When we are on a bitch rant... your job is to keep calm and shut up. You can try to calm us down. BUT NEVER EVER side with the other woman. No matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 17px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 17px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;You can count on me like 1,2,3.. I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-6567752186375075384?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/6567752186375075384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/6567752186375075384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/10/someone-like-you.html' title='Someone like you'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XfeSsc0v-3o/TqR0B-bGRMI/AAAAAAAAFJg/L1UrWpX52MA/s72-c/tumblr_lnxxvncobA1qibj9po1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-7149496450481175215</id><published>2011-10-18T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T14:13:09.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bwEe07v5weg/Tp0YjNy_69I/AAAAAAAAFJY/dCE5A4Nv1fs/s1600/tumblr_lnaqsypAYt1qdy267o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bwEe07v5weg/Tp0YjNy_69I/AAAAAAAAFJY/dCE5A4Nv1fs/s320/tumblr_lnaqsypAYt1qdy267o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those little moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those little kisses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They never fail to make my heart skip a little more than usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love those times spent with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-7149496450481175215?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/7149496450481175215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/7149496450481175215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/10/those-little-moments.html' title='This love'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bwEe07v5weg/Tp0YjNy_69I/AAAAAAAAFJY/dCE5A4Nv1fs/s72-c/tumblr_lnaqsypAYt1qdy267o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-859054825467386887</id><published>2011-10-07T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T13:02:15.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E94XR_00B9I/To6Gv5VcpEI/AAAAAAAAFJM/rWOCKVzbH5Q/s1600/tumblr_ljr6ulIPJ71qaobbko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E94XR_00B9I/To6Gv5VcpEI/AAAAAAAAFJM/rWOCKVzbH5Q/s320/tumblr_ljr6ulIPJ71qaobbko1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I smoke and drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've got piercings and tattoos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I laugh an extremely loud laugh and I cry, a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I've got a boyfriend who says I'm beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that's all that matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just the way, we are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-859054825467386887?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/859054825467386887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/859054825467386887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/10/acceptance.html' title='Acceptance'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E94XR_00B9I/To6Gv5VcpEI/AAAAAAAAFJM/rWOCKVzbH5Q/s72-c/tumblr_ljr6ulIPJ71qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-7382913630884965923</id><published>2011-10-04T07:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T07:24:14.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the rest of our lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-euTY2JqCLdc/TopDmNBL0VI/AAAAAAAAFI4/Nj2x_jcxQn0/s640/blogger-image-171268052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-euTY2JqCLdc/TopDmNBL0VI/AAAAAAAAFI4/Nj2x_jcxQn0/s400/blogger-image-171268052.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I wanna grow old with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-7382913630884965923?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/7382913630884965923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/7382913630884965923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/10/for-rest-of-our-lives.html' title='For the rest of our lives'/><author><name>Meldryne</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='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-euTY2JqCLdc/TopDmNBL0VI/AAAAAAAAFI4/Nj2x_jcxQn0/s72-c/blogger-image-171268052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-8646251387339458347</id><published>2011-10-03T02:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T02:46:35.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stronger than ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CIkQtmA8KTs/Toiw1t4TeiI/AAAAAAAAFIc/ByJshEzCjCQ/s1600/tumblr_lnwq1rGvCF1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CIkQtmA8KTs/Toiw1t4TeiI/AAAAAAAAFIc/ByJshEzCjCQ/s320/tumblr_lnwq1rGvCF1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658967368686336546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't balloons make you feel a little happy-high, like a kid all over again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss feeling like a little girl, when all it took was a few candies to make me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, school's starting in a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't you ever, ever let go of me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-8646251387339458347?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/8646251387339458347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/8646251387339458347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/10/stronger-than-ever.html' title='Stronger than ever.'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CIkQtmA8KTs/Toiw1t4TeiI/AAAAAAAAFIc/ByJshEzCjCQ/s72-c/tumblr_lnwq1rGvCF1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-5368468412405368022</id><published>2011-09-30T07:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T02:48:14.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But I'm never gonna let you down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lIGja6cuF1Q/Toix3BfEjYI/AAAAAAAAFIk/wcdG7E5wO60/s1600/My%2BUploaded%2BPhotos.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lIGja6cuF1Q/Toix3BfEjYI/AAAAAAAAFIk/wcdG7E5wO60/s320/My%2BUploaded%2BPhotos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658968490640706946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being everything I could ever ask for, and more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-5368468412405368022?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/5368468412405368022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/5368468412405368022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/09/but-i-never-gonna-let-you-down.html' title='But I&amp;#39;m never gonna let you down'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lIGja6cuF1Q/Toix3BfEjYI/AAAAAAAAFIk/wcdG7E5wO60/s72-c/My%2BUploaded%2BPhotos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-283455235206174451</id><published>2011-09-18T06:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T02:49:03.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just one of those girls too</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zbswS5eXPzM/ToiyFpa04yI/AAAAAAAAFIs/bQye-cuCX8I/s1600/My%2BUploaded%2BPhotos%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zbswS5eXPzM/ToiyFpa04yI/AAAAAAAAFIs/bQye-cuCX8I/s320/My%2BUploaded%2BPhotos%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658968741878489890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I still your princess?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-283455235206174451?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/283455235206174451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/283455235206174451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-just-one-of-those-girls-too.html' title='I&amp;#39;m just one of those girls too'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zbswS5eXPzM/ToiyFpa04yI/AAAAAAAAFIs/bQye-cuCX8I/s72-c/My%2BUploaded%2BPhotos%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-1992857843573285375</id><published>2011-09-15T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T00:34:15.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a kiss goodnight</title><content type='html'>I miss those courting days, when you'll pick me up when we have a date. And send me back home afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peck me on the cheek, and whisper in my ear that you love me and you'll never leave me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess, this is how things work. After time, we get so used to each other that we forget to do special little things for one another. And we forget to express the love that's kept in our hearts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing changed, except time. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-1992857843573285375?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/1992857843573285375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/1992857843573285375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-kiss-goodnight.html' title='Just a kiss goodnight'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-8966913678024193032</id><published>2011-09-12T05:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T02:50:09.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day, away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hMVLGyW-lso/ToiyXDy7ilI/AAAAAAAAFI0/UXxvNc58rJs/s1600/My%2BUploaded%2BPhotos%2B%25282%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hMVLGyW-lso/ToiyXDy7ilI/AAAAAAAAFI0/UXxvNc58rJs/s320/My%2BUploaded%2BPhotos%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658969041016687186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a new job @ Princep street in a pub.&lt;br /&gt;Lovedrunk, live bands on Tuesdays to Fridays which happens to be the days I'm working.&lt;br /&gt;So my dear friends, please pop by and have a drink or two with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really living the life now. Sleep in the day, head out to work at night..&lt;br /&gt;What can be better than not having to face the sun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I'm counting happily down to Bangkok in less than 2 months!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait. I really can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;Need a break from all this. Need some awesome Thai tom yum soup and phad thai..&lt;br /&gt;And cheap booze, duty free cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like heaven just thinking of it.&lt;br /&gt;Alright now. Don't forget to come down to Lovedrunk ya? Xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep holding on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-8966913678024193032?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/8966913678024193032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/8966913678024193032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-away.html' title='A day, away'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hMVLGyW-lso/ToiyXDy7ilI/AAAAAAAAFI0/UXxvNc58rJs/s72-c/My%2BUploaded%2BPhotos%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-8769432336230928</id><published>2011-08-24T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T19:40:36.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty little thing called Love</title><content type='html'>Alright, exam week now. &lt;br/&gt;Super drained of energy because of work. &lt;br/&gt;Late nights ain't doing me any good.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thank god tmr's paper is in the afternoon.&lt;br/&gt;Or else I would die.&lt;br/&gt;2 down, 3 more to go. &lt;br/&gt;Just need to get tmr's management accounting done..&lt;br/&gt;The rest would be a breeze.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Need my holiday now. Can't wait any longer.&lt;br/&gt;I wanna go for massages and shopping sprees with baby. Helppppppp! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Can't wait to spend forever in your arms.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-8769432336230928?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/8769432336230928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/8769432336230928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/08/pretty-little-thing-called-love.html' title='Pretty little thing called Love'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-471368760214306005</id><published>2011-08-11T14:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T15:02:44.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little heart-shaped polka dots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dQzmj8b4Mhg/TkN8TeHXtEI/AAAAAAAAFH4/JFZ9JjC0mvc/s1600/tumblr_l9an3gi8AU1qbbrdao1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dQzmj8b4Mhg/TkN8TeHXtEI/AAAAAAAAFH4/JFZ9JjC0mvc/s320/tumblr_l9an3gi8AU1qbbrdao1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639487832341328962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally, its the last week of school. Last 2 days in fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mad happy. I need to get out of here fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So sick and tired of this stupid retarded schoooooool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hurry hurry holiday please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna go back to Bangkok and enjoy life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna go there and spend money like a princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't wanna be stuck here in this placeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On a positive note, I'm meeting my darlings next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-al3GfjycXDg/TkN8L9YSXzI/AAAAAAAAFHw/CTI9CJNFZdI/s1600/SAM_0355.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-al3GfjycXDg/TkN8L9YSXzI/AAAAAAAAFHw/CTI9CJNFZdI/s320/SAM_0355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639487703294828338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ex-classmates from E55M for a class BBQ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gp7hgcDZmTI/TkN7o5hY9_I/AAAAAAAAFHg/fd3wFhzfuvA/s1600/SAM_2834.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gp7hgcDZmTI/TkN7o5hY9_I/AAAAAAAAFHg/fd3wFhzfuvA/s320/SAM_2834.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639487100963846130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the lovely girls for dinner to celebrate Alun's birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its the 3rd birthday we are celebrating for her already man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So cliched but yea, how time flies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For now, I just can't wait to see everyone again~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will always love you, I will always stay true.&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/18566529-471368760214306005?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/471368760214306005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/471368760214306005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/08/little-heart-shaped-polka-dots.html' title='Little heart-shaped polka dots'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dQzmj8b4Mhg/TkN8TeHXtEI/AAAAAAAAFH4/JFZ9JjC0mvc/s72-c/tumblr_l9an3gi8AU1qbbrdao1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-727086828078538603</id><published>2011-08-08T02:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T03:00:05.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever and ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Z5q5ANAcQg/Tj7flD9f20I/AAAAAAAAFHQ/Rc5faCP7tE4/s1600/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 42px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Z5q5ANAcQg/Tj7flD9f20I/AAAAAAAAFHQ/Rc5faCP7tE4/s320/Untitled.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638189611325840194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Show me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I were to die tomorrow, would you walk with me down the aisle today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-727086828078538603?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/727086828078538603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/727086828078538603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/08/forever-and-ever.html' title='Forever and ever.'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Z5q5ANAcQg/Tj7flD9f20I/AAAAAAAAFHQ/Rc5faCP7tE4/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-6269979440031503259</id><published>2011-08-02T10:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T11:07:56.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always always always.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EKu4vPNmQlM/TjdpKRsFN6I/AAAAAAAAFHI/jrQplwMsQSI/s1600/tumblr_ll9mhkBfRq1qhfei8o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EKu4vPNmQlM/TjdpKRsFN6I/AAAAAAAAFHI/jrQplwMsQSI/s320/tumblr_ll9mhkBfRq1qhfei8o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636089083945367458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right next to you is where I wanna be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, tomorrow.... Until forever comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The first person I wanna see each morning, is you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-6269979440031503259?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/6269979440031503259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/6269979440031503259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/08/always-always-always.html' title='Always always always.'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EKu4vPNmQlM/TjdpKRsFN6I/AAAAAAAAFHI/jrQplwMsQSI/s72-c/tumblr_ll9mhkBfRq1qhfei8o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-2333782277713987185</id><published>2011-07-26T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T14:49:47.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That warm fuzzy feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-00rXS6F33o4/Ti5jJDg3atI/AAAAAAAAFHA/iTnUEGsamok/s1600/tumblr_lnxxvncobA1qibj9po1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633549191100197586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-00rXS6F33o4/Ti5jJDg3atI/AAAAAAAAFHA/iTnUEGsamok/s320/tumblr_lnxxvncobA1qibj9po1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Those random kisses from nowhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love the way this feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-2333782277713987185?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/2333782277713987185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/2333782277713987185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/07/that-warm-fuzzy-feeling.html' title='That warm fuzzy feeling'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-00rXS6F33o4/Ti5jJDg3atI/AAAAAAAAFHA/iTnUEGsamok/s72-c/tumblr_lnxxvncobA1qibj9po1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-342902268450164958</id><published>2011-07-22T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T14:40:13.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those bad days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CCeedKmC8ic/TikbMoCxYqI/AAAAAAAAFG4/3tIRN2DTDXQ/s1600/tumblr_lh27h6VEDZ1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CCeedKmC8ic/TikbMoCxYqI/AAAAAAAAFG4/3tIRN2DTDXQ/s320/tumblr_lh27h6VEDZ1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632062712724939426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What have I done, I wish I could run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Away from this ship, going under..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What can I do when my good isn't good enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all that I touch tumbles down?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My best intentions keep making a mess of things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just wanna fix it somehow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But how many times will it take for me, to get it right.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times will it take for us, to get it right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-342902268450164958?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/342902268450164958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/342902268450164958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-of-those-bad-days.html' title='One of those bad days'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CCeedKmC8ic/TikbMoCxYqI/AAAAAAAAFG4/3tIRN2DTDXQ/s72-c/tumblr_lh27h6VEDZ1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-2795076395721955414</id><published>2011-07-19T15:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T15:19:39.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've found you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NZmUDuUMPWQ/TiUuOaTmw-I/AAAAAAAAFGw/oQ79pABu97Q/s1600/tumblr_lmzjxenogK1qaobbko1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NZmUDuUMPWQ/TiUuOaTmw-I/AAAAAAAAFGw/oQ79pABu97Q/s320/tumblr_lmzjxenogK1qaobbko1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630957734211273698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My days are finally getting better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But as things always are, nothing will really be balanced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything is good, my health is bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Headaches, migraines, dizziness and every other thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Makes me feel like a sick old lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just wanna lay in bed and be pampered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you for loving me no matter what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-2795076395721955414?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/2795076395721955414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/2795076395721955414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/07/ive-found-you.html' title='I&apos;ve found you.'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NZmUDuUMPWQ/TiUuOaTmw-I/AAAAAAAAFGw/oQ79pABu97Q/s72-c/tumblr_lmzjxenogK1qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-6339541321030888808</id><published>2011-07-17T06:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T06:39:42.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking up with you by my side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Esvf2iAwYCU/TiITI4LSsPI/AAAAAAAAFGo/mC7gr1ejNRs/s1600/269103_10150232781283341_745463340_7350033_1746438_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Esvf2iAwYCU/TiITI4LSsPI/AAAAAAAAFGo/mC7gr1ejNRs/s320/269103_10150232781283341_745463340_7350033_1746438_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630083527406170354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So bloody in love with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-6339541321030888808?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/6339541321030888808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/6339541321030888808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/07/waking-up-with-you-by-my-side.html' title='Waking up with you by my side'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Esvf2iAwYCU/TiITI4LSsPI/AAAAAAAAFGo/mC7gr1ejNRs/s72-c/269103_10150232781283341_745463340_7350033_1746438_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-3735921578516765258</id><published>2011-07-11T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T14:17:54.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There will always be a rainbow after the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bW57khxobOU/ThqT8d0BUjI/AAAAAAAAFGQ/8mk1Sd05XXo/s1600/images.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bW57khxobOU/ThqT8d0BUjI/AAAAAAAAFGQ/8mk1Sd05XXo/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627973351357108786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is only so many things that can go wrong in a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And after all that can go wrong has gone wrong, something right would happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One good thing leads to another, which means that after something right has happened..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All other things would start to go the right way too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Back in the right direction with love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-3735921578516765258?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/3735921578516765258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/3735921578516765258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/07/there-will-always-be-rainbow-after-rain.html' title='There will always be a rainbow after the rain'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bW57khxobOU/ThqT8d0BUjI/AAAAAAAAFGQ/8mk1Sd05XXo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-8315343316803427037</id><published>2011-07-06T14:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T15:19:32.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A walk to be remembered, down the aisle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zwSiqzr-IK8/ThQLk7uXjbI/AAAAAAAAFGI/g3YPRCSwnPc/s1600/Chocolate-Wedding-Music-And-Songs-Walking-down-the-aisle-to---.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zwSiqzr-IK8/ThQLk7uXjbI/AAAAAAAAFGI/g3YPRCSwnPc/s320/Chocolate-Wedding-Music-And-Songs-Walking-down-the-aisle-to---.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626134563627961778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Justin's wedding is tomorrow evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm feeling really happy and excited for him and Auntie Judy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The both of them are so loving and its a blessing to be able to witness a love so true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't wait to see my handsome uncle and his beautiful bride tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iGGOkf0nwg4/ThQLIa6VOfI/AAAAAAAAFGA/rrvdyUp7VBA/s1600/250867_2027435646806_1271494770_2434670_4584146_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iGGOkf0nwg4/ThQLIa6VOfI/AAAAAAAAFGA/rrvdyUp7VBA/s320/250867_2027435646806_1271494770_2434670_4584146_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626134073783433714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish you both, everlasting love and happiness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will you be the one I walk down the aisle with?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-8315343316803427037?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/8315343316803427037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/8315343316803427037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/07/walk-to-be-remembered-down-aisle.html' title='A walk to be remembered, down the aisle'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zwSiqzr-IK8/ThQLk7uXjbI/AAAAAAAAFGI/g3YPRCSwnPc/s72-c/Chocolate-Wedding-Music-And-Songs-Walking-down-the-aisle-to---.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-5069920391718358260</id><published>2011-07-05T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T00:20:08.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2d2XThR0iCM/ThHj2ieYsHI/AAAAAAAAFFo/xJ0lLChOpRo/s1600/tumblr_li8ls4laOJ1qa5ifko1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2d2XThR0iCM/ThHj2ieYsHI/AAAAAAAAFFo/xJ0lLChOpRo/s320/tumblr_li8ls4laOJ1qa5ifko1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625527935669153906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Always looking forward to the weekends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They may be short but they are always sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really looking forward to the end of this year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holiday with the bf and mummy, then his ORD and come next year, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have to go to sch anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've got this crazy craving for koi now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*slaps forehead*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You are always gonna be the best for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-5069920391718358260?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/5069920391718358260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/5069920391718358260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/07/hey-baby-i-think-i-wanna-marry-you.html' title='Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2d2XThR0iCM/ThHj2ieYsHI/AAAAAAAAFFo/xJ0lLChOpRo/s72-c/tumblr_li8ls4laOJ1qa5ifko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-3685862681042222264</id><published>2011-06-30T14:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T14:35:59.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always gonna be safe and protected in your arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LKWhyXZtkNw/TgwWh2PsHaI/AAAAAAAAFFg/ct4mYQrvNb8/s1600/tumblr_lkq39z98xi1qalxmqo1_r1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LKWhyXZtkNw/TgwWh2PsHaI/AAAAAAAAFFg/ct4mYQrvNb8/s320/tumblr_lkq39z98xi1qalxmqo1_r1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623894805431721378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love it when you do this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The day you said &lt;i&gt;"Happy April's Fool, Darling!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-3685862681042222264?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/3685862681042222264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/3685862681042222264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/06/always-gonna-be-safe-and-protected-in.html' title='Always gonna be safe and protected in your arms'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LKWhyXZtkNw/TgwWh2PsHaI/AAAAAAAAFFg/ct4mYQrvNb8/s72-c/tumblr_lkq39z98xi1qalxmqo1_r1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-1087008951441506166</id><published>2011-06-29T15:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T15:03:33.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The only way to not feel pain is to not care</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NeGD4o2mF9k/TgrN_pwwxrI/AAAAAAAAFFY/J-XQthsefpM/s1600/253587_10150208267828157_731018156_7345832_3131104_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NeGD4o2mF9k/TgrN_pwwxrI/AAAAAAAAFFY/J-XQthsefpM/s320/253587_10150208267828157_731018156_7345832_3131104_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623533578151315122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stumbled across this somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cherish your blessings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-1087008951441506166?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/1087008951441506166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/1087008951441506166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/06/only-way-to-not-feel-pain-is-to-not.html' title='The only way to not feel pain is to not care'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NeGD4o2mF9k/TgrN_pwwxrI/AAAAAAAAFFY/J-XQthsefpM/s72-c/253587_10150208267828157_731018156_7345832_3131104_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-2106059263317487648</id><published>2011-06-28T01:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T01:44:24.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never ever gonna be good enough for you</title><content type='html'>Suicidal thoughts. &lt;br/&gt;I think I'm going crazy. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Just tell me you love me like you did before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-2106059263317487648?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/2106059263317487648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/2106059263317487648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/06/never-ever-gonna-be-good-enough-for-you.html' title='Never ever gonna be good enough for you'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-8596281508830974863</id><published>2011-06-23T15:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T15:31:13.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I close my eyes, you're all that I see</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6nc2Vd5aKvw/TgLq8WtLARI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/5c8PYaFXlpE/s1600/tumblr_lkghazJlLn1qaobbko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621313607519895826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6nc2Vd5aKvw/TgLq8WtLARI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/5c8PYaFXlpE/s320/tumblr_lkghazJlLn1qaobbko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;For better or for worse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For richer or for poorer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In sickness and in health.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To honor and to cherish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forsaking all others, till death do us part.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such simple and yet beautiful vows.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll cry the happiest tears, if you look into my eyes and promise me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Baby I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-8596281508830974863?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/8596281508830974863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/8596281508830974863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-i-close-my-eyes-youre-all-that-i.html' title='When I close my eyes, you&apos;re all that I see'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6nc2Vd5aKvw/TgLq8WtLARI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/5c8PYaFXlpE/s72-c/tumblr_lkghazJlLn1qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-8268435601158036303</id><published>2011-06-21T14:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:03:12.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bursting bright blissful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9mAPnRQ1ODk/TgBASoRscAI/AAAAAAAAFFI/G_MIkYhaUQg/s1600/tumblr_lh6p5fQ9lH1qdu4dpo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620563023751835650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9mAPnRQ1ODk/TgBASoRscAI/AAAAAAAAFFI/G_MIkYhaUQg/s320/tumblr_lh6p5fQ9lH1qdu4dpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You turn my world upside down and inside out~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;More than words can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-8268435601158036303?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/8268435601158036303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/8268435601158036303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/06/pretty-loud-colours.html' title='Bursting bright blissful'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9mAPnRQ1ODk/TgBASoRscAI/AAAAAAAAFFI/G_MIkYhaUQg/s72-c/tumblr_lh6p5fQ9lH1qdu4dpo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-3123241625265456576</id><published>2011-06-16T12:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T14:28:05.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild and free</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JTQzNf1THOQ/TfmiRUZ-zpI/AAAAAAAAFFA/wDKYt7RvfpU/s1600/tumblr_lfps1mxIZA1qcyfqeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618700428540563090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JTQzNf1THOQ/TfmiRUZ-zpI/AAAAAAAAFFA/wDKYt7RvfpU/s320/tumblr_lfps1mxIZA1qcyfqeo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kinda miss the party lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;When I would head out every weekend and you would be worried sick.&lt;br /&gt;When I would go out to the clubs and you would fetch me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss that person I was back then.&lt;br /&gt;When you asked.. "Do I have to get used to this new you?"&lt;br /&gt;I had the courage to say "Maybe you do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why I've lost the person I was.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the weak and dependent girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just useless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I only want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-3123241625265456576?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/3123241625265456576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/3123241625265456576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/06/wild-and-free.html' title='Wild and free'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JTQzNf1THOQ/TfmiRUZ-zpI/AAAAAAAAFFA/wDKYt7RvfpU/s72-c/tumblr_lfps1mxIZA1qcyfqeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-369885757155171014</id><published>2011-06-14T14:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T14:09:48.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The only one, now and forever</title><content type='html'>You mean the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna let you out of my sight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-369885757155171014?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/369885757155171014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/369885757155171014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/06/only-one-now-and-forever.html' title='The only one, now and forever'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-519338358388853042</id><published>2011-06-12T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T16:07:08.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of playtime</title><content type='html'>Today marks the end of my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye for now my dear, I'll see you again in 2 months time.&lt;br /&gt;We can then have so much fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts tmr and there's no more breaks in between for 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna die cause I can't play overnight mahjong as and when I like anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy has given me the money to book tickets for Bangkok in Nov.&lt;br /&gt;Mad happy~  Cause love is tagging along tooooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait can't wait can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta shower and travel allllllll the wayyyyyy to Tampines to meet him for dinner now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blissful little souls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-519338358388853042?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/519338358388853042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/519338358388853042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/06/end-of-playtime.html' title='End of playtime'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-2534059201877447698</id><published>2011-06-08T14:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T14:34:01.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic attacks</title><content type='html'>I'm so afraid. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't want to have to face the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-2534059201877447698?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/2534059201877447698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/2534059201877447698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/06/panic-attacks.html' title='Panic attacks'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-449673180252412157</id><published>2011-06-06T17:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T17:13:12.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At my weakest</title><content type='html'>Silence seems to be my loudest cry thesedays.&lt;br/&gt;Can't you tell that I'm really hurt when I start ignoring you?&lt;br/&gt;And when I cry, it's not just about a single issue.. &lt;br/&gt;It's all the built up anger and emotion that I've lost control of.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Please I beg you, stop treating me this way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-449673180252412157?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/449673180252412157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/449673180252412157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/06/at-my-weakest.html' title='At my weakest'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-9116891854058330235</id><published>2011-06-01T14:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T14:39:13.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll always be perfect for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ApwZB3oaLxk/TeXcEEL5yUI/AAAAAAAAFE0/HyzA0WqIMW8/s1600/robert-duval-emotional-dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613134472988444994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ApwZB3oaLxk/TeXcEEL5yUI/AAAAAAAAFE0/HyzA0WqIMW8/s320/robert-duval-emotional-dance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beauty in pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hate myself and everything I've done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-9116891854058330235?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/9116891854058330235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/9116891854058330235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/06/youll-always-be-perfect-for-me.html' title='You&apos;ll always be perfect for me'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ApwZB3oaLxk/TeXcEEL5yUI/AAAAAAAAFE0/HyzA0WqIMW8/s72-c/robert-duval-emotional-dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-2953662560026673750</id><published>2011-05-30T12:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T12:22:05.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>你是我最珍贵</title><content type='html'>Inter-locked fingers, awesomely tight hugs, strong passionate kisses.&lt;br /&gt;That familiar scent, my favourite you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me. Just us two, till the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-2953662560026673750?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/2953662560026673750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/2953662560026673750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='你是我最珍贵'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-1887372524613584764</id><published>2011-05-28T05:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T05:32:42.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many lies, so many times</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought you've stopped lying to me..&lt;br/&gt;I found another one out. &lt;br/&gt;Maybe I should just keep quiet and act like a fool. &lt;br/&gt;Cause that's what you seem to take me for. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Keeping the heartbreaks to myself. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-1887372524613584764?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/1887372524613584764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/1887372524613584764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-many-lies-so-many-times.html' title='So many lies, so many times'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-1992234971167225967</id><published>2011-05-27T18:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T18:39:28.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy bitchy paranoid</title><content type='html'>Maybe I should just die. &lt;br/&gt;And disappear from your life.&lt;br/&gt;Things would be much better, for you. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;At least you'll be happy. &lt;br/&gt;And that's all that I want for you. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Drop down dead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-1992234971167225967?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/1992234971167225967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/1992234971167225967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/crazy-bitchy-paranoid.html' title='Crazy bitchy paranoid'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-9038354785962702017</id><published>2011-05-25T14:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T14:36:40.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You made my day with 3 simple words</title><content type='html'>And just so you know, I love you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach, feels like happiness is saying hi to me again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-9038354785962702017?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/9038354785962702017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/9038354785962702017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-made-my-day-with-3-simple-words.html' title='You made my day with 3 simple words'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-8881861608772398886</id><published>2011-05-24T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T17:11:06.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd die for you if that's what it takes</title><content type='html'>The truth is, you could stab me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And with my one last gasping breath,&lt;br /&gt;I'd still apologize for bleeding on your shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how much I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-8881861608772398886?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/8881861608772398886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/8881861608772398886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/id-die-for-you-if-thats-what-it-takes.html' title='I&apos;d die for you if that&apos;s what it takes'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-8104041414997995205</id><published>2011-05-20T09:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T09:44:25.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't want you to go</title><content type='html'>Our relationship matters more to me than my ego.&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, apologising for all that I've ever done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you more than anything else in this world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-8104041414997995205?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/8104041414997995205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/8104041414997995205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/dont-want-you-to-go.html' title='Don&apos;t want you to go'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-8994191747555361083</id><published>2011-05-16T14:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T11:16:04.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The greatest love causes the deepest miseries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dlhL2Rl6V8Q/TdDIyZepg-I/AAAAAAAAFBc/saSFBD_Pmgk/s1600/DSC06475.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L5J3MQa-r4c/TdDIx20Ks0I/AAAAAAAAFBM/Si8mxTs-vys/s1600/32202_401706403115_654613115_4100258_7718094_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607202294929732418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L5J3MQa-r4c/TdDIx20Ks0I/AAAAAAAAFBM/Si8mxTs-vys/s320/32202_401706403115_654613115_4100258_7718094_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bring us back to where it all started....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-8994191747555361083?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/8994191747555361083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/8994191747555361083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/greatest-love-causes-deepest-miseries.html' title='The greatest love causes the deepest miseries'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L5J3MQa-r4c/TdDIx20Ks0I/AAAAAAAAFBM/Si8mxTs-vys/s72-c/32202_401706403115_654613115_4100258_7718094_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-6146290697585240265</id><published>2011-05-15T16:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T16:16:18.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta get used to things</title><content type='html'>I know it has only been a few days apart.&lt;br/&gt;But I swear, it feels like forever.&lt;br/&gt;And I miss you so so much.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm gonna try the hardest to make things work one last time, cause I believe.. You are still worth the fight. &lt;br/&gt;Wouldn't give up till I've done all that I can. &lt;br/&gt;I know, deep down.. We will make it through.&lt;br/&gt;We've done it before and we'll do it again. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Remember when you said you'll never ever let me go? &lt;br/&gt;I'm holding onto that, cause it's keeping me strong.&lt;br/&gt;So keep your word and don't let me down.&lt;br/&gt;Love you more than you'll ever know. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Maybe, the best way to appreciate something is to be without it for awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-6146290697585240265?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/6146290697585240265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/6146290697585240265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/gotta-get-used-to-things.html' title='Gotta get used to things'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-6685596788100082948</id><published>2011-05-11T13:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T13:11:30.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only a dream</title><content type='html'>It was so real.. So real that it actually hurt pretty damn bad when it ended. &lt;br/&gt;I didn't want it to end. Didn't want any of it to be a dream. &lt;br/&gt;Wanted to take back what I did and make things right.. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hate myself for being so weak. For not fighting hard enough to keep the both of you with me. &lt;br/&gt;Never should have let any one of you leave me. It really was the stupidest choice I've ever made. &lt;br/&gt;And now, no matter what I do.. I'll never be able to make things right. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Those dimples.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-6685596788100082948?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/6685596788100082948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/6685596788100082948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/only-dream.html' title='Only a dream'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-63074935382924436</id><published>2011-05-09T15:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T15:29:11.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I've had enough</title><content type='html'>I'm really exhausted. &lt;br/&gt;Got nothing left in me to keep running after you. &lt;br/&gt;I think I'm ready to give this fight up.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Will this be the end of a beautiful story? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-63074935382924436?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/63074935382924436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/63074935382924436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/maybe-i-had-enough.html' title='Maybe I&amp;#39;ve had enough'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-5656681448887259691</id><published>2011-05-09T03:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T03:46:59.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always has been</title><content type='html'>You seem to enjoy your game more than me.&lt;br/&gt;That has always been the case hasn't it?&lt;br/&gt;No matter how many times we quarrel about it, and how many times you promise to never do it again..&lt;br/&gt;You'll still get back to it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It's like a drug. Your drug.&lt;br/&gt;You are so stuck on it. &lt;br/&gt;And when you are on it, you become oblivious to the people around you. &lt;br/&gt;I hate who you become every single time you start gaming. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You get so lost in it. And forget about the things you care for. &lt;br/&gt;I swear if I could smash that computer without breaking your heart, I would.&lt;br/&gt;Feel so stupid to actually care about how you'll feel without your com. Seriously. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There's only so much I can take.&lt;br/&gt;Any further, and i'll be out of this door.&lt;br/&gt;Stop pushing me to it. &lt;br/&gt;Because I will, walk out if that's what it takes.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hate this repetition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-5656681448887259691?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/5656681448887259691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/5656681448887259691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/always-has-been.html' title='Always has been'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-5938343430417454093</id><published>2011-05-07T18:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T18:56:18.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened to those promises?</title><content type='html'>I hate you.&lt;br/&gt;I hate you cause you broke your promise.&lt;br/&gt;I hate you cause you went back on your word.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You always make me these promises when I'm mad at you. &lt;br/&gt;And I stupidly believe that you're gonna keep them. &lt;br/&gt;This is not the first, not the second and most definitely not the third time it has happened. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Just because I kept quiet about it, doesn't mean that I'm fine with it. &lt;br/&gt;Don't take me as a fool. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I hate you and your stupid games&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-5938343430417454093?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/5938343430417454093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/5938343430417454093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-happened-to-those-promises.html' title='What happened to those promises?'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-184875328990104155</id><published>2011-05-03T13:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:46:40.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extraction</title><content type='html'>Alright, skipped half a day's lesson on the first day of the week. &lt;br/&gt;Blah.. And it's not even a 5-day-week.&lt;br/&gt;But wait, it ain't my fault.&lt;br/&gt;Got a dental appointment!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yippeeee dippeeee doooo~&lt;br/&gt;Love all this reasons I've always got to get myself away from school. &lt;br/&gt;Heh! Alone outside the clinic under the fucking intimidating sun. &lt;br/&gt;Kinda sucks. But whatever, as long as I'm not in class.. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Really looking forward to next week and the week after.. Cause after it's over, means its time for another holiday~ &lt;br/&gt;No school no school. Ahh shiok ahh!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm getting really bored here now.&lt;br/&gt;Sad little soul. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Fearing the pain I'm gonna feel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-184875328990104155?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/184875328990104155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/184875328990104155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/extraction.html' title='Extraction'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-9065131322574771001</id><published>2011-05-02T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T22:38:25.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best I'll ever have</title><content type='html'>Just had a really wonderful weekend.&lt;br/&gt;Spent most if it with love and the rest with mahjong and friends..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It's a school day again, tmr.&lt;br/&gt;So dreading it. Hate the thought of school. &lt;br/&gt;I think I'm weird. &lt;br/&gt;Everyone loves school and hates the working life.&lt;br/&gt;But having experienced both..&lt;br/&gt;I would still say I prefer work. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I just don't like being in school and being confined by all the really stupid things.&lt;br/&gt;What makes it worse is that we're paying for it.&lt;br/&gt;Urgh. Waste of time and money.. &lt;br/&gt;If it wasn't for the damn certificate, I'd be long gone. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On a side note, every other thing seems to be going sooooo well.. &lt;br/&gt;I can't help but be happy even though I've got school tmr. &lt;br/&gt;How silly. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The best start of a new month, with you..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-9065131322574771001?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/9065131322574771001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/9065131322574771001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/best-i-ever-have.html' title='Best I&amp;#39;ll ever have'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-2500829068487942246</id><published>2011-04-29T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T11:45:16.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best friend?</title><content type='html'>I do miss you my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Many times I really feel like calling you, asking you out.&lt;br /&gt;Sit under my block with some beer and ciggs.&lt;br /&gt;Smoke, drink, talk cock and catch up.&lt;br /&gt;To complain to you about all the things that have happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;And to listen to you and all your silly dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I tell myself to stop.&lt;br /&gt;You made the choice to leave when I told you to stay.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you feel that he is worth much more than this friendship we have.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your reasons are, I wish you well.&lt;br /&gt;I just know that I am going to hate him with all my guts when he leaves..&lt;br /&gt;And you are left here all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decided to cause yourself so much pain.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the hike.. and every goddamn thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-2500829068487942246?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/2500829068487942246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/2500829068487942246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/04/best-friend.html' title='Best friend?'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-7004557827408949276</id><published>2011-04-27T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:35:32.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap</title><content type='html'>It's only the second week of school and I've gotten sick of it.&lt;br/&gt;How oh how am I gonna live through the next two months?!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Somebody, save me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-7004557827408949276?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/7004557827408949276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/7004557827408949276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/04/crap.html' title='Crap'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-4683380265633188582</id><published>2011-04-26T15:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T15:22:58.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing</title><content type='html'>Lying alone on my bed.&lt;br/&gt;Curled up under my blanket.&lt;br/&gt;Hugging onto my pillow.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;With a million other things on my mind,&lt;br/&gt;The one that stands out is always you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Don't you ever wonder, how things would be..&lt;br/&gt;If we'd never met?&lt;br/&gt;If we'd never gotten together?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Imagine the difference in our lives, if not for each other..&lt;br/&gt;I know I would have done many things differently, and made many selfish decisions..&lt;br/&gt;Because I wouldn't have to think about us.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But I'm amazed that I don't feel no resentment towards all the things I had to sacrifice or give up, for us. &lt;br/&gt;It sure is weird how selfless love turns us.&lt;br/&gt;And I sure am glad that till now, it all seems to be worth the while. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Just want you to know, that I love you every bit as much as I did before. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thank you, for having me at hello. And never saying goodbye. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-4683380265633188582?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/4683380265633188582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/4683380265633188582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/04/reminiscing.html' title='Reminiscing'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-8071923231308001750</id><published>2011-04-21T13:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T14:23:25.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture-perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DO3v2pa_388/Ta_G_GvSTZI/AAAAAAAAFA0/4eq1dMd02eY/s1600/SAM_2918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597911649287818642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DO3v2pa_388/Ta_G_GvSTZI/AAAAAAAAFA0/4eq1dMd02eY/s320/SAM_2918.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The BKK crew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FQUJzqddIWg/Ta_G-8bxfRI/AAAAAAAAFAs/lPGy_kZl8a8/s1600/SAM_2834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597911646521621778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FQUJzqddIWg/Ta_G-8bxfRI/AAAAAAAAFAs/lPGy_kZl8a8/s320/SAM_2834.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bestest poly-mates ever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZxgBa-qtLc/Ta_G-mOlEQI/AAAAAAAAFAk/x373b9lIS7A/s1600/SAM_2800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597911640560701698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZxgBa-qtLc/Ta_G-mOlEQI/AAAAAAAAFAk/x373b9lIS7A/s320/SAM_2800.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tuk-tuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0r7LEqXMyVc/Ta_G-dofHSI/AAAAAAAAFAc/ZN-3nGfbga8/s1600/SAM_2795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597911638253444386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0r7LEqXMyVc/Ta_G-dofHSI/AAAAAAAAFAc/ZN-3nGfbga8/s320/SAM_2795.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heheh. I know.. We went crazy on bras~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pnmkb3SYOuM/Ta_G-KJCclI/AAAAAAAAFAU/NhX9-meXz2A/s1600/SAM_2771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597911633021268562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pnmkb3SYOuM/Ta_G-KJCclI/AAAAAAAAFAU/NhX9-meXz2A/s320/SAM_2771.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And food tooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f4wH_NjWXdw/Ta_GHPqswSI/AAAAAAAAFAE/Zv6mJ50__DM/s1600/SAM_3268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597910689611825442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f4wH_NjWXdw/Ta_GHPqswSI/AAAAAAAAFAE/Zv6mJ50__DM/s320/SAM_3268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was on Love's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Khj3i5zM9mw/Ta_GG1X2LqI/AAAAAAAAE_8/sbBp4Pn6BWY/s1600/SAM_2191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597910682553429666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Khj3i5zM9mw/Ta_GG1X2LqI/AAAAAAAAE_8/sbBp4Pn6BWY/s320/SAM_2191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And these are my favorite girls :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0iG22GaRSlI/Ta_GGgKvP3I/AAAAAAAAE_0/9AVqIjfwDLc/s1600/SAM_1063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597910676861304690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0iG22GaRSlI/Ta_GGgKvP3I/AAAAAAAAE_0/9AVqIjfwDLc/s320/SAM_1063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some alone time w him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1pwZC8SVYI0/Ta_GGdBcdqI/AAAAAAAAE_s/spZ-Hdpr2yA/s1600/SAM_3313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597910676017018530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1pwZC8SVYI0/Ta_GGdBcdqI/AAAAAAAAE_s/spZ-Hdpr2yA/s320/SAM_3313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2nd Anniversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xk-vV5UQyfo/Ta_Dyu5W6YI/AAAAAAAAE-8/EGHJLBMXZzM/s1600/SAM_3592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597908138194299266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xk-vV5UQyfo/Ta_Dyu5W6YI/AAAAAAAAE-8/EGHJLBMXZzM/s320/SAM_3592.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Bei-er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8dFoMCv8yT0/Ta_DybdbUEI/AAAAAAAAE-0/PybR1myUTN4/s1600/SAM_3631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597908132976873538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8dFoMCv8yT0/Ta_DybdbUEI/AAAAAAAAE-0/PybR1myUTN4/s320/SAM_3631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Most beloved Yuanyuan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZsEEFDsqj0/Ta_DyLrjUXI/AAAAAAAAE-s/06Ff1sPqnEA/s1600/SAM_1815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597908128741151090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZsEEFDsqj0/Ta_DyLrjUXI/AAAAAAAAE-s/06Ff1sPqnEA/s320/SAM_1815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KL holiday w Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O43EiJHMXIU/Ta_Dx6cbMNI/AAAAAAAAE-k/sd9SRIi4YsM/s1600/SAM_3536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597908124114301138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O43EiJHMXIU/Ta_Dx6cbMNI/AAAAAAAAE-k/sd9SRIi4YsM/s320/SAM_3536.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Missy Lang's 23rd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ROwpmJpeDf4/Ta_Dxh0O1PI/AAAAAAAAE-c/z13-BcNl5J8/s1600/20110419_4494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597908117503268082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ROwpmJpeDf4/Ta_Dxh0O1PI/AAAAAAAAE-c/z13-BcNl5J8/s320/20110419_4494.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the bieber concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, that will be all for now.&lt;br /&gt;Connection in school sucks, so its basically a pain in the ass to upload pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will post more another day when I'm bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't wanna fight, no more...&lt;/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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-8071923231308001750?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/8071923231308001750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/8071923231308001750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/04/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture-perfect'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DO3v2pa_388/Ta_G_GvSTZI/AAAAAAAAFA0/4eq1dMd02eY/s72-c/SAM_2918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-9052070777452139373</id><published>2011-04-19T14:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T14:47:53.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's only this much I can take</title><content type='html'>I don't want us to fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;No. I really don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna give up, never ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-9052070777452139373?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/9052070777452139373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/9052070777452139373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/04/theres-only-this-much-i-can-take.html' title='There&apos;s only this much I can take'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-8631092060044672362</id><published>2011-04-18T11:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T11:31:53.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquarius women</title><content type='html'>Inconsistency and confusion describe the characteristics profile of an Aquarius female. The same goes for her love life too. She is very loyal, but at the same time, she is also a little detached and not extremely emotional. She will be committed and remain faithful too, but do not try to bind her. Let her enjoy her freedom and in return, she will come back to you when she gets tired of her expeditions. Her dreams are very different from that of a normal female and she hums a different tune, which most of us have not even heard of.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;An Aquarian female is like a butterfly, which sits on every flower, but belongs to none. She loves her freedom and if you can accept this, she will love you even more. Within her boundless limits, her love will also be limitless. Position and power matter to her more than money and bank balance. If you want her to fall in love with you, be true and honest, not only to others, but also to yourself. You don't need to follow her rules. You can form your own code of ethics, but be sure to live by them.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Passion is not one of the personality traits of Aquarian girl. Rather, her love will be subtle and unassuming. She is intense, but may prefer to be platonic most of the time. Hosting as well as attending parties comes naturally to her and she will always be a social delight. She will trust you completely and will not be unduly suspicious of your activities. You will also not be bothered by too much jealousy or possessiveness on her part. Her trust arises from the fact that before committing, she had dissected your behavior under a microscope.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Only after being convinced of your integrity did she take the next step. Still, if you become unfaithful to her, she will be extremely hurt and is likely to remember the wound for a long time. With an Aquarian female, out of sight means out of mind too. So, make sure to be around here always. She has a very strong will power. If she thinks the relationship is not working and has no chances of improving also, she will break it right away; though doing so may tear her heart into two pieces. Like every Aquarian, she will remember her first love throughout her life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It's no use getting upset, better be the first love in her life. She will never ever be dishonest in a relationship and even if she indulges in an extra-marital affair, it will end before it even started. She will always try to know your deepest thoughts and secrets, but her own dreams will be beyond your reach. Conversing with an Aquarian female is usually a delight because of her charming manners. Her mind is quite unpredictable and you will find it hard keeping track. She will live in the present, then suddenly be wistful about yesterday and then, become enthusiastic about tomorrow.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;She may talk about fairies one day and discard elves as humbug, the other. Never look down on her or she might never look upto you. She respects you and will expect the same in return. As mothers, Aquarian women tend to be very loving and caring. Though in the beginning, they may be a little nervous about the whole idea of motherhood. But once they become comfortable with it, it will come to them naturally. An Aquarius female may find it difficult to express her love in the form of hugs and kisses and you will have to teach her that. She will never overburden the kids with protection.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;At the same time, she will always be a patient listener to their childhood and adolescent problems. Teaching them discipline will also be your responsibility. However, for all this to happen you will have to convince her to get married and this certainly isn't an easy job. You will also have to teach her romance, since expressing emotions does not come too easily to her. She will happily hold your hand and walk besides you, but don't expect her to gaze into your eyes for hours at a stretch.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Don't smother your Aquarian girl with too much closeness, she needs her space and will give you, yours too. Things like suspicion, possessiveness, chauvinism and criticism turn her off. Just be nice to her odd bunch of friends and she will warmly welcome yours into the house. Make use of her intuition and insight, it may help you in solving a problem or two. It may seem like wishful thinking now, but then, remember she looks in the future. Hold her hand and she will let you see the future too, where both of you are cozily living together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-8631092060044672362?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/8631092060044672362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/8631092060044672362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/04/aquarius-women.html' title='Aquarius women'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-4534935958900098103</id><published>2011-04-14T11:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T11:32:03.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>To be honest, I'm quite afraid of changes.&lt;br/&gt;I like challenges and stuff but I don't like it when I've got to adapt to a new environment after being too comfy in one for a long time.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Finally decided to leave menu pte ltd. after 2 and a half years.&lt;br/&gt;I know it's time for a change. Cause I've been there too long and have started getting too used to everything and everyone.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I know, changes are good. &lt;br/&gt;That they help me grow and all.. &lt;br/&gt;But the idea of blending into a whole new place kinda scares me a little too much.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One thing is for sure, I'm gonna miss both cafe iguana and Brewerkz plenty. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well. Since I've made up my mind to leave, I don't wanna look back and regret.&lt;br/&gt;Gonna have to look for a new place to start from scratch all over again.&lt;br/&gt;Scary much I would say.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On a side note.. School is starting in a few days time.&lt;br/&gt;No more holiday and idling around anymore.&lt;br/&gt;Ahhh. I dont wanna go back to a routine of school, work and sleep. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And yes I have to admit. I've started to miss the place already. &lt;br/&gt;A little too soon, I know.&lt;br/&gt;Blame myself. Backside itchy, stupid pride and ego. &lt;br/&gt;Feel so lost now that I do not have a job after working for so long. &lt;br/&gt;Argh.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One door has closed, but I know many more are gonna be opened for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-4534935958900098103?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/4534935958900098103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/4534935958900098103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/04/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-3818750029545483064</id><published>2011-04-08T04:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T04:25:22.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet surprise</title><content type='html'>Really love the little things that you do for me.&lt;br/&gt;They never fail to cheer me up.&lt;br/&gt;I can see a change, a positive one in fact.. And I'm really happy about it&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You have slowly started noticing the smaller details which I used to have to remind you about..&lt;br/&gt;Have starting taking note and actually really remembering the things I say.. &lt;br/&gt;So many small little changes, well I can only say.. That I'm so proud of you. &lt;br/&gt;And of us. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thank you love. For not giving up on us. Ever. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-3818750029545483064?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/3818750029545483064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/3818750029545483064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/04/sweet-surprise.html' title='Sweet surprise'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-4339611877935124196</id><published>2011-04-04T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T22:38:02.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going on, going strong</title><content type='html'>Oh no. Holidays seem to be coming to an end alr. &lt;br/&gt;Last 2 weeks left.. Then it's time to head back to schoooooool :(&lt;br/&gt;Cannot mahjong all day and night. &lt;br/&gt;Cannot party all night long.&lt;br/&gt;No more life other than school and work.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My life seems to be getting a little boring..&lt;br/&gt;Not because I'm not having fun with the things I do and people around.&lt;br/&gt;But because it feels like its becoming a routine.&lt;br/&gt;Oh well. At least everything is going smoothly.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm a happy kid. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Love the way you hold me close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-4339611877935124196?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/4339611877935124196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/4339611877935124196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/04/going-on-going-strong.html' title='Going on, going strong'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-3437163152203839287</id><published>2011-03-25T14:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T14:07:29.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby please don't go</title><content type='html'>He seems to be mad at me :(&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And I don't know the reason why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-3437163152203839287?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/3437163152203839287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/3437163152203839287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/03/baby-please-don-go.html' title='Baby please don&amp;#39;t go'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-4006734012830516864</id><published>2011-03-18T09:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T09:24:15.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something somewhere</title><content type='html'>Feels weird.&lt;br/&gt;You are being distant.&lt;br/&gt;As though its on purpose.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What did I do wrong this time?&lt;br/&gt;Where are we going wrong?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You told me you weren't gonna leave &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-4006734012830516864?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/4006734012830516864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/4006734012830516864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/03/something-somewhere.html' title='Something somewhere'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-1903394549875640376</id><published>2011-03-16T19:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T19:18:39.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust Issues</title><content type='html'>Please don't let anything be wrong with us.&lt;br/&gt;I've been so happy recently, I forgot how it felt like to be sad. &lt;br/&gt;Nothing is gonna go wrong this time cause I'm gonna fight to keep you here.&lt;br/&gt;Right here, with me. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Don't you ever give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-1903394549875640376?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/1903394549875640376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/1903394549875640376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/03/trust-issues.html' title='Trust Issues'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-6993941498682793577</id><published>2011-03-10T17:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:38:56.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As we go on</title><content type='html'>Will we be able to remember all the wonderful things that has happened to us?&lt;br/&gt;What if one day you woke up, and everything seems different?&lt;br/&gt;Who will you be searching for?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I love taking tons of photos everytime I head out with my friends..&lt;br/&gt;Special occasion or not, I've got this urge to capture it all on my camera..&lt;br/&gt;Because I'm so afraid one day I'll wake up not remembering who I am.&lt;br/&gt;And forgetting all those who matters so much to me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As I grow older.. I think I've really learnt to treasure the people around me.&lt;br/&gt;And I know I would never ever want to forget any single one who has been here and touched me in any way. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;No idea why I'm saying all this now.&lt;br/&gt;Must be the before-work emo emo thing going on. &lt;br/&gt;*slaps forehead*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I would never give up on you, so don't ever give up on us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-6993941498682793577?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/6993941498682793577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/6993941498682793577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-we-go-on.html' title='As we go on'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-4226671494205099257</id><published>2011-03-07T16:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T16:03:39.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So fucking perfect</title><content type='html'>Guess what. I'm on the train heading to work now&lt;br/&gt;Kinda sucky after sucha long break..&lt;br/&gt;My uniform is all dusty and smelling from sitting too long in my wardrobe..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If only I wasn't so broke now.. Then I could be happily watching tv at home&lt;br/&gt;Not dragging my feet to work.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This holiday is becoming really boring because everyone is having their attachments..&lt;br/&gt;No one is free to mahjong with me anymore!&lt;br/&gt;Oh my god. Just the thought of it is so depressing.. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Please, let the first day back to work be a good one. &lt;br/&gt;Monday is really such a bluey day.&lt;br/&gt;Can't wait for the weekend to be here already. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I can't be that perfect. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-4226671494205099257?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/4226671494205099257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/4226671494205099257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-fucking-perfect.html' title='So fucking perfect'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-5210657730463889502</id><published>2011-03-04T11:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T11:02:42.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to reality</title><content type='html'>Well well well, back in Singapore now..&lt;br/&gt;And that means I've gotta get back to work.&lt;br/&gt;Oh myyyyy god. After an entire week of carefree shopping and eating and sleeping.. It feels kinda sucky to be back home.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;No more waking up and heading down to pratunam for food..&lt;br/&gt;No more walking to platinum mall for shopping..&lt;br/&gt;No more going to khaosan for omelette and clubbing..&lt;br/&gt;No more going to rachada for the most awesome chicky wings..&lt;br/&gt;No more awesome tomyum soup just 5 mins away..&lt;br/&gt;And no more of my Fav phad Thai!!!!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So depressing. So so depressing.&lt;br/&gt;I wanna go back to Thailand again. &lt;br/&gt;I wanna go around playing and talking so loud like nobody's business..&lt;br/&gt;I wanna squeeze on the tuk-tuk with 5 of my friends again! &lt;br/&gt;Grrrrrr.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Gotta start planning for my next holiday soon.&lt;br/&gt;Heheh!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Feels good to wake up with you by my side.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-5210657730463889502?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/5210657730463889502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/5210657730463889502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to reality'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-6131757074867529355</id><published>2011-03-02T15:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T15:00:54.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy holidays- In Bangkok</title><content type='html'>I'm still in Bkk right now.. &lt;br/&gt;Been shopping like mad the past few days~&lt;br/&gt;Gonna return to sg tmr :(&lt;br/&gt;No more money to shop alr. &lt;br/&gt;Grrr. See you all when I'm back..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-6131757074867529355?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/6131757074867529355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/6131757074867529355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-holidays-in-bangkok.html' title='Happy holidays- In Bangkok'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-6346002341276323456</id><published>2011-02-24T09:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T09:12:41.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Land of smiles</title><content type='html'>Gonna leave for Bangkok, Thailand in a few hours time. &lt;br/&gt;Just finished with all the last minute packing of luggage and all. &lt;br/&gt;Really excited now. First time overseas without mummy, boyfriend or school. &lt;br/&gt;Like.. There's not gonna be anyone responsible in watching over me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;That's kinda scary, considering the riotings going on right in the capital which is where I'm headed for.&lt;br/&gt;Oh well. Brush it off. Don't let it dampen my mood.. &lt;br/&gt;I'm gonna go crazy shopping there. &lt;br/&gt;Been waiting so long to just buy buy buy everything.. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On the down side. I'm gonna be super broke once I'm back. Like really broke. &lt;br/&gt;Need to go back to work, like a dog.&lt;br/&gt;Ha, that's just life. Really Sucky. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Shall update when I can.. Till then! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Im gonna miss you like there's no tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-6346002341276323456?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/6346002341276323456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/6346002341276323456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/02/land-of-smiles.html' title='Land of smiles'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-1892945825027508795</id><published>2011-02-21T09:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T09:27:49.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long awaited!</title><content type='html'>It's officially the end of year two!&lt;br/&gt;Yipeeee~ &lt;br/&gt;I'm so happy, I can't stop smiling.. &lt;br/&gt;Finally over and done with yet another year. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I can hear platinum mall, khaosan and Siam square calling me!&lt;br/&gt;Oh please let the riotings rest a little. &lt;br/&gt;Just take a one week break starting Thursday.&lt;br/&gt;Let me enjoy my holiday in Bangkok...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Mummy is worried sick.. She keeps persuading me to drop my plans. &lt;br/&gt;To the extent of what'sapping me images of news reports!&lt;br/&gt;Ahhhh. I need this break so bad. &lt;br/&gt;Stop fighting just for awhile my dears!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh well. Gonna sleep now. &lt;br/&gt;Have got plans for dinner and mj tonight~ &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Happiness much (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-1892945825027508795?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/1892945825027508795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/1892945825027508795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/02/long-awaited.html' title='Long awaited!'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-2492348353434239402</id><published>2011-02-19T05:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T05:59:05.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H is for Holiday</title><content type='html'>Down to the very last paper due on Monday.&lt;br/&gt;Happiness much~ &lt;br/&gt;Cause it's time for Bkk &amp; some hardcore partying once I'm done with it. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh no. After all the partying I'll be so broke, I'll have to get back to working my ass off again :(&lt;br/&gt;Haiyo. Why can't money grow on trees? Or fall from the sky? Or multiply like bacteria.. or appear out of the blue.. Or just constantly fill my pocket?!?!?!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Love is so greedy. He says if I don't buy things for him, I no need to come back to Sg. &lt;br/&gt;So mean so mean so mean laaaa! &lt;br/&gt;I think I'll spend a bomb there, again.. &lt;br/&gt;Oh my. Will some good samaritan please "accidentally" transfer money into my account? Pretty pretty please~ &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Slap me in the face, haha.&lt;br/&gt;I know I'm dreaming, but what the hell.. &lt;br/&gt;Dreams do come true, right? ;)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Just hold on to this. Hold on to us. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-2492348353434239402?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/2492348353434239402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/2492348353434239402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/02/h-is-for-holiday.html' title='H is for Holiday'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-3777916615519221903</id><published>2011-02-16T02:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T03:03:54.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my El Charro?</title><content type='html'>I need some tequila, its been too long.&lt;br /&gt;My body is running dry without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Need to feel the high soon.&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/18566529-3777916615519221903?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/3777916615519221903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/3777916615519221903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/02/wheres-my-el-charro.html' title='Where&apos;s my El Charro?'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-8054429184867511795</id><published>2011-02-14T03:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T03:07:15.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a tape on rewind</title><content type='html'>All this and you, still means everything to me.&lt;br /&gt;Question is whether or not this is all still worth the fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Is it really part of loving, to learn to let go?&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/18566529-8054429184867511795?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/8054429184867511795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/8054429184867511795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/02/like-tape-on-rewind.html' title='Like a tape on rewind'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-8385958058540678885</id><published>2011-02-14T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T02:35:52.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the love?</title><content type='html'>Felt like someone just stabbed me in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide and don't know what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feels like I'm drowning without anyone knowing&lt;br /&gt;Its not the fear and panic I am going through right now..&lt;br /&gt;Its those very last moments before it ends.&lt;br /&gt;The part where I can't feel anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Just numbness taking over. The lost of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would usually burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;But now, nothing is coming out cause I can't feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;Too used to all of this, too used to all this pain.&lt;br /&gt;All that's left is this funny feeling in my heart, something I can't put a finger on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Happy Valentine's, Indeed.&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/18566529-8385958058540678885?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/8385958058540678885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/8385958058540678885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/02/where-is-love.html' title='Where is the love?'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-4374669949278234026</id><published>2011-02-07T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T00:03:57.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm all about you</title><content type='html'>I think I'm so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;Skipped so many days of school during the most crucial part.&lt;br /&gt;UT 3 is almost here. And frankly speaking, I'm all ready... to flunk it.&lt;br /&gt;Screw myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and that little fatty is in Langkawi now while I'm stuck at here in Sg with school and exams.&lt;br /&gt;How unfair!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, on a brighter note.. Dinner this Saturday on my Greatgrand Uncle's yacht, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. I've got Marcoecons paper a day after Valentines! What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid school. Stupid stupid school.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait till the holidays are here. I need to fly off to BKK really soon or I'll go mad.&lt;br /&gt;Money money, please fall from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Or let me strike 4D/Toto, no need first prize. Just a couple of hundred bucks would do fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Put a bullet in my head right now, please&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/18566529-4374669949278234026?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/4374669949278234026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/4374669949278234026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-all-about-you.html' title='I&apos;m all about you'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-2530175663336373109</id><published>2011-02-05T13:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T23:52:40.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you remember?</title><content type='html'>Isn't cny all about spending time with your loved ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Breaking point&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/18566529-2530175663336373109?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/2530175663336373109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/2530175663336373109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/02/do-you-remember.html' title='Do you remember?'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-638405087164695889</id><published>2011-02-02T03:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T03:32:34.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When a heart breaks, it doesn't break even</title><content type='html'>Can't feel you here with me.&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now, when I need you the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Things are changing.. Again&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/18566529-638405087164695889?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/638405087164695889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/638405087164695889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-heart-breaks-it-doesnt-break-even.html' title='When a heart breaks, it doesn&apos;t break even'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-5872256325663681609</id><published>2011-01-27T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T00:36:20.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing</title><content type='html'>Was watching American Idol earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;There's this one story, this one guy who touched many&lt;br /&gt;-Chris Medina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two years ago Medina proposed to his girlfriend of eight years, Juliana Ramos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 months short of their wedding however, she got into a car accident which left her with a traumatic brain injury and was in a coma which the doctors didn't think she would wake from.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She did though and Medina stood by her side, helping to take care of his love and wearing her engagement ring on a chain around his neck. In front of the judges he sang, Breakeven by the Script, an emotional song with lyrics about heartbreak. During his audition package, Medina explained of his dedication to Ramos, "What kind of guy would I be if I walked out when she needed me the most?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The judges were clearly inspired by his story and asked to meet Ramos. Steven Tyler seemed particulary moved and gave the wheelchair bound Juliana a hug and a kiss before telling Chris Medina that he was going through to Hollywood. "I just heard your fiance sing and he is so good" Tyler said to Ramos, "You know 'cause he sings to you all the time. I could tell. That's why he sings so good, because he sings to you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That short clip, those few minutes showed me what love can do.&lt;br /&gt;Something so pure and so true. It was beautiful, really.&lt;br /&gt;God bless them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Moved to tears.&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/18566529-5872256325663681609?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/5872256325663681609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/5872256325663681609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-still-alive-but-im-barely-breathing.html' title='I&apos;m still alive but I&apos;m barely breathing'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-1705911555683114715</id><published>2011-01-26T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T11:48:55.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>小天使</title><content type='html'>Been on MC for many many days.&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm back in school.&lt;br /&gt;Super don't like this feeling.. I miss staying at home.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch Top Chef, Biggest Loser, Britan's Next Top Model, Survivor and Losing it with Jillian.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Take me 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/18566529-1705911555683114715?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/1705911555683114715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/1705911555683114715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='小天使'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-7382932101742527195</id><published>2011-01-20T11:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T11:58:54.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss how we were</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUjFZxxmGA/TTeu0UJRoCI/AAAAAAAAE90/sCvsR1YlmLE/s1600/SAM_1695.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not feeling very well recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;School is a bitch. Work has been put on hold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm so freaking tired of feeling like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Someone just put a bullet straight through my head, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hate this awful feeling of being sick, of feeling tired all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wanna get well, don't wanna keep being like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So annoying. So irritating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tickets for Bangkok booked~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gonna go have a blast with Priscilla, Fiona, Shuyu, Eugene &amp;amp; Shuyu's friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yummy yummy fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm going to go mad shopping shopping and shopping~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh! &amp;amp; My pretty faci just bought the entire class lollipops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm feeling better now (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;If I was still a kid, this lollipop would have made my entire day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-7382932101742527195?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/7382932101742527195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/7382932101742527195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-miss-how-we-were.html' title='I miss how we were'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-5919324662719398093</id><published>2011-01-12T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T20:15:25.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So alone</title><content type='html'>Am I where the problem lies?&lt;br /&gt;Is there something really wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Do I seem crazy to you?&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/18566529-5919324662719398093?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/5919324662719398093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/5919324662719398093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-alone.html' title='So alone'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-4753517227270904067</id><published>2011-01-12T15:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T15:44:44.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a mess</title><content type='html'>Feeling all lost and confused.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now, will this be the right decision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Baby, I'm so sorry&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/18566529-4753517227270904067?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/4753517227270904067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/4753517227270904067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-mess.html' title='In a mess'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-2516100587201661405</id><published>2011-01-10T12:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T13:09:55.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super blue Monday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUjFZxxmGA/TSqTpcQC0yI/AAAAAAAAE9s/8hgbtI87lRg/s1600/162925_479108528340_745463340_5934238_5863854_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560419030109704994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUjFZxxmGA/TSqTpcQC0yI/AAAAAAAAE9s/8hgbtI87lRg/s320/162925_479108528340_745463340_5934238_5863854_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Newest addition to my body *Yums*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rainy monday morning, bad way to start the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to partial, not gonna stay in class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its my dear Ziwei's birthday and we're going out for a candlelight lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shall turn this awful morning into a wonderful day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I miss the way things were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-2516100587201661405?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/2516100587201661405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/2516100587201661405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/01/super-blue-monday.html' title='Super blue Monday.'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUjFZxxmGA/TSqTpcQC0yI/AAAAAAAAE9s/8hgbtI87lRg/s72-c/162925_479108528340_745463340_5934238_5863854_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-4896784165698968816</id><published>2011-01-05T08:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T09:01:32.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New Year</title><content type='html'>Considering the fact that I'm an RP student, the new year can never be great.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my wonderful school for always having to start on the 3rd of Jan.&lt;br /&gt;How nice, if we had one more week.. Just like the other polytechnics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy bee this year. Too many things to do, too many places to be at.&lt;br /&gt;And always, too little time to get them all complete.&lt;br /&gt;How quick time flies by huh, first week of the new year is almost ending..&lt;br /&gt;Seems like its gonna be one helluva year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Many have asked, "What's your new year resolution for 2011?"&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it flew by a little too quick that I didn't have time to think.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a brand new year, without a resolution.&lt;br /&gt;But wait, that's bullshit. I can have a resolution anytime I want to.&lt;br /&gt;Why wait till its the new year to decide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note. I'm really unhappy about my coming birthday this year.&lt;br /&gt;Got a stupid Batam school trip right on the weekend where I'm supposed to be out partying.&lt;br /&gt;How sweet of them. Seriously? Of all weekends, it has to fall on the one right before my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Curse curse curse like mad. Its my very last year being a teen.&lt;br /&gt;Its the one last year right before I hit the TWENTIES.&lt;br /&gt;I told mummy, BUY 4D ALSO NOT SO HENG! And all she did was laugh. Pffttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of rantings for one morning.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go for lessons now.. *Wednesday Blues*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Final chance, make it work.&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/18566529-4896784165698968816?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/4896784165698968816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/4896784165698968816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2011/01/brand-new-year.html' title='Brand New Year'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-424512297376060419</id><published>2010-12-31T05:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T05:44:21.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the end</title><content type='html'>Can't really believe this year is gonna end just like that.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of yet another year.&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be helluva fun at work later on with all my sissies~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'll never leave you alone&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/18566529-424512297376060419?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/424512297376060419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/424512297376060419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-end.html' title='This is the end'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-4584337947847388371</id><published>2010-12-29T18:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T18:59:39.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This festive season...</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas and A very Happy New Year to everyone! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I just want to have a happy happy New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-4584337947847388371?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/4584337947847388371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/4584337947847388371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-festive-season.html' title='This festive season...'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-4915493729826682886</id><published>2010-12-16T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T14:42:42.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So near yet so far</title><content type='html'>Can't seem to feel what I felt before.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times when we would just lie in bed and talk the night through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Just the way we were&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/18566529-4915493729826682886?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/4915493729826682886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/4915493729826682886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-near-yet-so-far.html' title='So near yet so far'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-3694285461466387538</id><published>2010-12-15T10:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T11:03:42.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing distance</title><content type='html'>Feels so strange, so distant.&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were different.&lt;br /&gt;I thought for once, things were going to be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like I'm blindfolded, on a roller coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it reaching the peak, I just don't know when it would fall.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how fast or how steep I'm going to fall this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times can my heart withstand breaking?&lt;br /&gt;How many times can you break someone's heart?&lt;br /&gt;How many times is too many times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But darling, I'll still jump infront of a train for you.&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/18566529-3694285461466387538?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/3694285461466387538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/3694285461466387538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2010/12/growing-distance.html' title='Growing distance'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-1816322141981953335</id><published>2010-12-14T04:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T04:17:27.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you one in a million?</title><content type='html'>Everything is changing but I'm still the same.&lt;br /&gt;I keep running.&lt;br /&gt;But when I stop and turn, would you still be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give me all your love, is all I'll ever ask.&lt;br /&gt;What you don't understand is, I would go through all of this pain&lt;br /&gt;Take a bullet straight through my head, yes I would die for you baby&lt;br /&gt;Would you do the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Should have known you were trouble from the first kiss.&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/18566529-1816322141981953335?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/1816322141981953335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/1816322141981953335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2010/12/are-you-one-in-million.html' title='Are you one in a million?'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-3530819611034637043</id><published>2010-11-29T13:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T13:59:27.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy messy feelings</title><content type='html'>Don't know why I'm feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;So wrong but so right.&lt;br /&gt;Things are just different with us.&lt;br /&gt;They don't feel like how they used to anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Its like something somewhere somehow just changed along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round, I'm running and you're giving chase.&lt;br /&gt;No idea how far I'd be able to run.&lt;br /&gt;Or how deep I'd be able to hide.&lt;br /&gt;For now, I just wanna snuggle warm and comfy somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I know I'll be safe and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel the distance between us?&lt;br /&gt;I can see you trying, I can feel you trying.&lt;br /&gt;But its like, it just ain't enough.&lt;br /&gt;After all you've put me through, don't you think you should do more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm starting to become a self-centered bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm starting to learn how to love myself first.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm starting to not put you as my priority.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm starting to want to be loved instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've never realised that there are many people who cares for me.&lt;br /&gt;You always think that no one would bother about me if you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;But babe, you are so wrong. So so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Its really up till recently that, I myself noticed, many are there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its only this recent times that I realised, I really have got lots of friends who worries for me.&lt;br /&gt;Who has always been there, just never dared to show.&lt;br /&gt;And now I know, they are the people I can count on anytime.&lt;br /&gt;Are you able to do that for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I want anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because I don't know what to expect of us anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Fallen a little deeper than I knew I should&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/18566529-3530819611034637043?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/3530819611034637043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/3530819611034637043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/messy-messy-feelings.html' title='Messy messy feelings'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-3321037221741783066</id><published>2010-11-29T09:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T10:14:26.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yucky Macdonalds Breakfast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUjFZxxmGA/TPMEgCcgAOI/AAAAAAAAE9g/by-db2hAfnQ/s1600/SAM_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544780514681946338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUjFZxxmGA/TPMEgCcgAOI/AAAAAAAAE9g/by-db2hAfnQ/s320/SAM_0025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cockroach in the white circle above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUjFZxxmGA/TPMDxpllqdI/AAAAAAAAE9Q/jWu9TOjdPYI/s1600/SAM_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544779717735197138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUjFZxxmGA/TPMDxpllqdI/AAAAAAAAE9Q/jWu9TOjdPYI/s320/SAM_0024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tadaaa~ Gross or what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THERE WAS 2 COCKROACHES IN THE DAMN RESTAURANT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MACDONALDS, CAUSEWAY POINT (BASEMENT)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STUPID ANNOYING PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not gonna talk about it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a turn off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pictures will cause my pretty blog to rot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired. I'm sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT I'M FEELING SO SUPER HYPER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;More than I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-3321037221741783066?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/3321037221741783066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/3321037221741783066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/yucky-macdonalds-breakfast.html' title='Yucky Macdonalds Breakfast!'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUjFZxxmGA/TPMEgCcgAOI/AAAAAAAAE9g/by-db2hAfnQ/s72-c/SAM_0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-3818123517941770623</id><published>2010-11-24T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T00:34:24.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the best I've ever had</title><content type='html'>I guess somehow, we both know that its not exactly a question about having a lack of choices.&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty much only a matter of time before one of us stumbles across that person who would make our world magic again.&lt;br /&gt;The one person that would make our hearts skip a beat from the slightest sound of the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I might meet someone who doesn't have that need of playing games and instead of following his friends, simply follows his heart.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who would make me want to look past all the times I've been hurt and feel like its actually worth risking everthing again.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who would make me want to fight my fears of opening up, just so that I can let him in because the thought of him not knowing me completely is far worse than my fear of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, that kinda guy who would sigh at my stupid jokes and the way I tend to be so clumsy and silly, but deep down he'll love it because love is not about accepting each other's flaws, it's about loving them as they make us who we are.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody for whom I am prepared not just to show the strong, independent side of me that the rest of the world knows, but also the insercurities that would wake me up in the middle of the night crying just cause I'm sick of hurting any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would not be able to give me my confidence back or make me love myself again, but that's alright because I have no need for a knight in shinning armour who would save me.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I know he would make me feel complete, in a way no one has done before and together we would get struck by love so hard that nothing will ever be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;You see, I know he is out there and I know I shouldn't stop till I find him, cause I deserve nothing less than to love someone who loves me back.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, he might just be somewhere around the corner once I walk out of this door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing is...&lt;br /&gt;With all my heart, I still wish that someone is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Will you please fight for me like how I did for you?&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/18566529-3818123517941770623?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/3818123517941770623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/3818123517941770623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/youre-best-ive-ever-had.html' title='You&apos;re the best I&apos;ve ever had'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-4356774862682456395</id><published>2010-11-22T00:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T00:47:36.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught in-between</title><content type='html'>How did we end up this way? So distant, so far apart.&lt;br /&gt;It was never like this before.&lt;br /&gt;My nights are spent sleepless, high or not.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking, where did we go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone tells me, its time to let go&lt;br /&gt;All the people say, its time to move on&lt;br /&gt;But who am I to trust, them or myself&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself, you deserve one more chance&lt;br /&gt;To prove me wrong, to make things work&lt;br /&gt;Because I know, I'm not ready to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I'm afraid to stay&lt;br /&gt;Because I know one day, you'll bring me more pain&lt;br /&gt;You'll let me fall all by myself and stand by the side to watch me cry&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more we have yet to do&lt;br /&gt;So much more we said we would do&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now, will they come true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night gets quiet and the wind starts blowing&lt;br /&gt;The first person I think of is you&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you irritate me, miss the way you laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has not been easy, trying to live without you&lt;br /&gt;Guess its like a habbit, so hard to kick&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dial your number, I wanna hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;But I keep telling myself, I shouldn't fall again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not for someone who doesn't love me just the way I am&lt;br /&gt;not for someone who doesn't love me just the way I am&lt;br /&gt;not for someone who doesn't love me just the way I am&lt;br /&gt;not for someone who doesn't love me just the way I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close to 20 months baby. I don't know how long more I'll be able to hold on&lt;br /&gt;Its time, for you to do the chasing&lt;br /&gt;Because I am tired of running after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I need you here, to wipe my tears off my cheeks&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/18566529-4356774862682456395?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/4356774862682456395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/4356774862682456395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/caught-in-between.html' title='Caught in-between'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-2473337851749793717</id><published>2010-11-18T15:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T15:55:24.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party all night long</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUjFZxxmGA/TOTYtBKJlII/AAAAAAAAE9I/CrapwEVPeF8/s1600/DSC08475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540791709489271938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUjFZxxmGA/TOTYtBKJlII/AAAAAAAAE9I/CrapwEVPeF8/s320/DSC08475.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bridget's Bday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dinner at Brewerkz on 7th Nov plus drinking session @ Iguana thereafter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Awesome night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2nd Drinking session was 16th Nov.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dinner @ Brewerkz Indoor Stadium &amp;amp; drinking session yet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Super sky high nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just way toooo awesome, love these people~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;UT just ended. 3rd one down..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 more for tmr and next week, MACROECONSSSSS. Gg.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahhh. I don't wanna study laaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stupid awful place filled with awesome people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hate it so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I don't know what to do with us anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-2473337851749793717?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/2473337851749793717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/2473337851749793717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/party-all-night-long.html' title='Party all night long'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUjFZxxmGA/TOTYtBKJlII/AAAAAAAAE9I/CrapwEVPeF8/s72-c/DSC08475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-966461227029937851</id><published>2010-11-15T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T23:51:54.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messed up</title><content type='html'>I never realised that tweet tweet was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;Its so fun that I'm neglecting you little bloggie and my dear fb account.&lt;br /&gt;Tweet tweet is like my extra marital affair. So yummy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheffy UT tmr. Veggie cutting, Stocks and Sauces.&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck to me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god there's no open flames in the kitchen..&lt;br /&gt;Or else, I think the school need to raise more money to rebuilt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading out tmr after UT with my dear dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;Those super cock-screwed-sluts, ya. They are my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda really like this new class that I have.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of alcoholics and clubbers. Like a shiok only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. I don't wanna go for UT laaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Am I falling way too deep?&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/18566529-966461227029937851?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/966461227029937851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/966461227029937851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/messed-up.html' title='Messed up'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-2008700141898394825</id><published>2010-11-07T04:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T04:26:28.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the way we were</title><content type='html'>Whenever you smile, I'll stop and stare for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Because that's one thing about you, that hasn't changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when I watch you sleep..&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself how one person can change so much, within such a short time.&lt;br /&gt;And then I'll move close to your chest and listen to that familiar beat.&lt;br /&gt;I'd then hold your hand and reassure myself, that you are the same person I fell in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, sometimes when we fight..&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself why the hell do I put up with all this for so long.&lt;br /&gt;And right before I pack up and leave, you'll melt my heart again.&lt;br /&gt;I'd close my eyes, calm myself down and fall in love with you all over from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, if I am not willing to sound stupid, I don't think I deserve to be in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Cause babe, there's not a thing that I would change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-2008700141898394825?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/2008700141898394825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/2008700141898394825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-way-we-were.html' title='Just the way we were'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-2752296730699436997</id><published>2010-11-02T15:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T15:55:15.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUjFZxxmGA/TM_DkHcJqFI/AAAAAAAAE9A/3bucrLSFHag/s1600/Geisha_Tattoo_by_Faereality.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534857492301457490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUjFZxxmGA/TM_DkHcJqFI/AAAAAAAAE9A/3bucrLSFHag/s320/Geisha_Tattoo_by_Faereality.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want to get another tattoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I.Want.To.Feel.The.Pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I miss the needle pricking through my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-2752296730699436997?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/2752296730699436997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/2752296730699436997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2010/11/pain.html' title='Pain.'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUjFZxxmGA/TM_DkHcJqFI/AAAAAAAAE9A/3bucrLSFHag/s72-c/Geisha_Tattoo_by_Faereality.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-7913085267819481397</id><published>2010-10-31T22:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T15:50:53.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so patient anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am so annoyed now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So fucking annoyed, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I could smash that damn laptop, I would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You asked me to stayover and you play dota.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How fucking sweet of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am pissed to the max max maxxxxxxxxx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Happy 1 year and 7 months indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-7913085267819481397?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/7913085267819481397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/7913085267819481397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-so-patient-anymore.html' title='Not so patient anymore'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-2549925720888974811</id><published>2010-10-26T09:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T09:33:14.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucha Love!</title><content type='html'>Been staying over at baby's place pretty often for the past week.&lt;br /&gt;School and weeds is making me so tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Okay, that sounded wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Weeds is a drama series that I'm currently watching.&lt;br /&gt;Its not like I'm doing weeds, weeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been working on Saturday mornings for quite a few weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;Sucks you know. 6 days a week, I've got to be up by 9am at the latest.&lt;br /&gt;Hate it so much. I love sleeping, but I got not much time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;So annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling whiney and grumpy today.&lt;br /&gt;Not enough sleep. For 2 nights I've had 6 hours of sleep in total.&lt;br /&gt;How on earth can that be enough.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy. I'm feeling crazily tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh. I wanna go holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Go shopping. Go massage. Go sit on some wild roller coaster ride and scream my lungs out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO MARRY A RICH DYING OLD MAN LAAAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;(In my dreams, I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sweetest you.&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/18566529-2549925720888974811?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/2549925720888974811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/2549925720888974811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2010/10/sucha-love.html' title='Sucha Love!'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-8194833352803961832</id><published>2010-10-21T16:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T16:32:36.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pong!</title><content type='html'>My fingers suddenly itch like mad.&lt;br /&gt;I think i really need to mahjong soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Damn addictions.&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/18566529-8194833352803961832?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/8194833352803961832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/8194833352803961832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2010/10/pong.html' title='Pong!'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-1464590910511946418</id><published>2010-10-19T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T22:19:42.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUjFZxxmGA/TL2nW8RKLBI/AAAAAAAAE8w/E69IvIQ91aA/s1600/SAM_1548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529759930057894930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUjFZxxmGA/TL2nW8RKLBI/AAAAAAAAE8w/E69IvIQ91aA/s320/SAM_1548.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its the first day of the second week of school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's 8th day since school has started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And guess what, I've not had any alcohol for 8 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suddenly, I crave for golden ale and buffalo wings and oreo ice cream cake and....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been so busy because of school and work that when I get home at night, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fall asleep with my hair still wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Getting headaches and flu due to the lack of sleep and the stupid haze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh my god.. Holiday is still 2 months away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody just kill me please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, or get me a new cammy! HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Too tired to think, too busy to feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18566529-1464590910511946418?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/1464590910511946418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/1464590910511946418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2010/10/misery.html' title='Misery'/><author><name>Meldryne</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HNUjFZxxmGA/TL2nW8RKLBI/AAAAAAAAE8w/E69IvIQ91aA/s72-c/SAM_1548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-6522243810882759276</id><published>2010-10-19T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T00:38:55.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extremely sad</title><content type='html'>Would a good samaritan buy me a new cammy please?&lt;br /&gt;I will so so sooooooooo love you with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Life is so miserable and meaningless now that my darling cammy has become a crippled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh... This is worse than not having beer, than not playing mahjong, than not being able to go out, than having to work and see rita's face, than cockroaches flying infront of me, than forcing a carrot down my throat, than making me eat pig livers...........&lt;br /&gt;CRAPPPPPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm going to crumble and fall apart and cry and cry and cry until cammy is fine or a new one comes along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dear baby cammy, please hurry and recover. I miss you like mad!!!!!!!&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/18566529-6522243810882759276?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/6522243810882759276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/6522243810882759276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2010/10/extremely-sad.html' title='Extremely sad'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-7923869817993632292</id><published>2010-10-13T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T12:08:20.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something ain't right</title><content type='html'>There seems to be a problem with my cammy's screen!&lt;br /&gt;Urgh..... Gotta send it for servicing.&lt;br /&gt;Headache lahhhhh. I'm so upset nowwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has started. Thank god, my classmates are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there still is a lot of familiar faces here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Please stop hiding things from 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/18566529-7923869817993632292?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/7923869817993632292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/7923869817993632292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2010/10/something-aint-right.html' title='Something ain&apos;t right'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18566529.post-4769283767763341961</id><published>2010-10-11T12:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T12:58:35.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One last chance</title><content type='html'>Make it or break it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quit playing games with my heart.&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/18566529-4769283767763341961?l=meldryne-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/4769283767763341961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18566529/posts/default/4769283767763341961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meldryne-s.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-last-chance.html' title='One last chance'/><author><name>Meldryne</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></entry></feed>
